Via Joe.My.God.: The home of Russia's leading gay activist, Nikolai Alexeyev (who has slammed, in anti-Semitic terms, porn kingpin/anti-Islamic activist Michael Lucas for a scorchingly personal takedown piece for Out.com), was raided and damaged indiscriminately by cops investigating a complaint by an anti-gay member of Russia's parliament.
I know the athletes have trained hard, but if they had real guts, they'd get together and individually boycott Sochi, forcing the IOC's hand.
Barring that, and since it seems that unless gay people are hanged in the public square in Russia (which is not unforseeable), I do hope gay and pro-gay athletes do well at the Olympics. I just really could not go to Russia to win a medal myself at this time. It's fast becoming Nazi Germany II.
John Galliano blew it big-time when he drunkenly revealed his anti-Semitism. It was a shocking fall from grace.
The Underwear Expert is asking the question: Is what he said unforgivable, or would you support his future creative/fashionable endeavors?
Check out the gallery of his past work above and let me know what you think. Is there a line someone can cross after which you can't (or, on principle, won't) separate the personal from the professional?
Via Joe.My.God.: I'm against circumcision. I know there are plenty of men with strong preferences for or against uncut penises, but it's not about that (because everyone would be thrilled with uncut penises if that's all we knew), it's about the fact that an infant male's sexual organ is forever altered when he's too young to consent, and this act necessarily removes some or in a small percentage of cases a LOT of sensitivity.
That said, I understand plenty of people are advocates for it.
On the other hand, who the hell can be in favor of not making metzitzah b'peh illegal? It's when the moil who circumcises an infant in an ultra-Orthodox Jewish ceremony sucks the blood from the penis. Sucks. The Blood. From. The. Penis.
I was lucky enough to be invited to the very first test screening of the Madonna-directed (and co-written, and produced) W.E. on June 13th at Broadway and 68th here in NYC, and since I was asked to sign no confidentiality agreement, I was tempted to report on it in its then-current state. After all, I found the film uneven but satisfying, stylish and pleasantly sensual if abundantly criticizable. Roger Friedman's grudging report from an insider was not total buzz-shit after all, just perhaps a bit too breathless.
Instead, I was strongly encouraged not to publish until the film was about to be released. Since the most interesting thing to blog about would have been the fact that Madonna was in the room for the focus grouping afterward, I decided to hold off. Unfortunately for Madonna, an anonymous person from that screening posted at DataLounge (with some false info, such as saying there was no discussion group afterward, that Madonna wasn't present, etc.) and the more negative parts became the basis for the first bad press W.E. received—and it got worse from there, with plenty of scorchingly negative reviews coming out of film fests.
Forget all that and read on for my review of the film, based on having seen the final product...
Participating in a recent forum on how to effectively market at-home HIV testing, I got a $200 gift card. Not wanting to spend it on a hustler, I instead gave $150 of that to The Daily Show co-creator Lizz Winstead's Planned Parenthood, I Am Here for You fundraiser that happened here in NYC last night—and it was not only a good investment but also a good investment.
Joan Walsh & Lizz Winstead
I showed up at 6:30PM at the Gramercy for the VIP reception to find a handful of non-famous women spiked with the evening's famous females—Winstead, Salon editor Joan Walsh, Sandra Bernhard and Lisa Lampanelli. I was the only dude for the longest time in a room filled with women and several womyn.
Adding Sandra Bernhard to the mix
Lisa Lampanelli (L) and Judy Blume (R) join a mom and her baby, Rosie
My new friends with the A-list
All together now!
Talking to a few attendees about the art of the photo op, I figured out we were supposed to meet and greet the stars on our own—there was no formal line happening. This makes it a bit awkward because you don't really want to shoehorn yourself between Winstead and Bernhard when they're engrossed in a conversation about their bodies/their selves. Especially when you're announcing that you blog at something called Boy Culture.
Oh, Fudge! Fawning over Judy Blume
But it was totally fine and the women were absolutely gracious and eager to pose for photos and chat. Winstead is the ultimate feminist to me—unswerving on principle, unbothered by political correctness, utterly hilarious. She was in boots and a dress that looked macramaed from a distance. She reminds me of Laurie Metcalf and Barrie Longfellow.
Just in time to combat a rising feeling among Jews that Barack Obama is kinda "meh" on Israel, a clever cover of New York co-opts Bill Clinton's status as the country's first "black" prez, dubbing Obama our first "Jewish" prez.
Yes, I saw the first-ever test screening of Madonna's W.E. at Broadway & 68th last night. Madonna attended. I had written a long review—the testing firm has asked me to keep my mouth shut. So on advice of counsel (not legal), I am withholding and will see what the film is like when it's all finished. As we left, we got to see Madonna leaving and getting into her car.