Via My Weird Life and Boners. (Unsurprisingly, Work Unfriendly)
Pink is the New Blog is one of the very first blogs I ever read. I remember looking at it and literally not comprehending what a blog was, how it read and flowed. It was an education! I loved it, and of course thanks to PITNB, Perez and Towleroad, I became a blogger myself.
Made a fun find at the Broadway Flea Market yesterday—a stack of old Playbills from some guy (I assume) who seems to have seen every show on the boards from the '60s until at least two years ago. What makes his collection special is he jotted down his reviews on the covers...and at times they're hilariously malevolent, if not also downright wrong. The original Chicago? Hated it. Torch Song Trilogy? Too much mugging and the fat fag with a gravel voice never could be believed.
Check them out below (all of the below is quoted from his writing)—some of them are priceless...
Armando Adajar shoots Jonathan C in Marcuse, and his aim is true!
Two more sexy-as-hell shots after the jump...
The rest of the above pic is here, and must be seen. Now.
Massive climate march in NYC attracts 100,000s.
Is Tom Hardy secretly married???
FUNNIEST 12" RECORD COVER EVER.
A trip to the Brooklyn Book Festival.
Koalas are so cute when they're mad.
You're insane if you're hitting a kid with a belt in 2014.
Janis Ian sweetly eulogizes the late Polly Bergen:
Liam Payne is not homophobic, isn't the one in those gay-sex pics.
More and more and more possible collabs for new Madonna album.
Madonna and Natalia Kills urge you to “Trust No Bitch”.
For Lisa Stansfield fans only.
Introducing 201 pounds of man meat:
I had fun at today's Broadway Flea Market, where hundreds of thousands of dollars are raised in a single day for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, but I did have a particularly nerdy problem that sort of blew me away momentarily.
I went because (1) You can always find fun stuff to buy, cheap and (2) They always have stars selling autographs and photo ops. This year, the only two stars I wanted were Patrick Wilson and David Hyde Pierce, and both were in the first block, meaning they were signing autographs from 11AM to 11:50AM, then would be posing for photos (you're supposed to pick one or the other...never been a fan of how this is organized).
Got there early, stood in line, then was told—SURPRISE!—Tony Danza had shown up and would do photos for 50 bucks! So worth it. Never met him, often...thought of...him growing up. Who's the boss? Tony Danza was, more than once, in my gaydreams. So I signed up for all three and they pulled me to get David (at first they said he would only pose with Bebe Neuwirth, whom I've already met, and then when they saw my money slipping away, they locked him in for a single). Took forever because for some reason, they were escorting people up to get their autographs done during the photo period. I kept looking around and saw Andy Mientus and others doing their photo ops, but was resolute I would not miss Patrick or Tony.
When it came time, no one wanted to say, “Miss Neuwirth, please step out of the picture,” least of all I (has anyone ever said that???), so I got her free.
I went back into the line, only to be told Tony had done his very few photos and was done. I freaked out, offering to pay extra, and they confirmed he'd left. I was so mad. I know, I know—focus on getting a job and paying for food, Matt...Tony is around often, Matt—but it was disheartening. I felt like “Angela” almost getting a kiss from “Tony” in an early episode, unaware it wouldn't be consummated for many seasons. So then I said, “Well, when is Patrick doing his?” “Oh, he's done, too.”
I lost it.
Losing it inspired the harried volunteers to find it—they charged me double (so much for the free Bebe!), but they got me a dedicated pic with Patrick.
Patrick Wilson is just a handsome creature and a strapping guy. We did our shot and I cooed about Little Children, a stunning film, and then I had to tell him the one Patrick Wilson story I have: