According to National Enquirer (July 9, 2012), Betty White has a "lesbian surprise"—which sounds like a delicious dessert recipe. Turns out her stepdaughter is a big ol' dyke. Hm! (On another note: Some friends in L.A. told me Allen Ludden was actually gay—anyone heard/believe that? I hadn't heard it until recently.)
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Last weekend, right after hightailing it out of Phyllis Diller's home/art gallery, my starfucker pack and I drove over to CBS Studios, where Brian had gotten us in for a taping of Hot in Cleveland. (Here's how Valerie Bertinelli describes such an outing. Here's a photo album.) This is a show that has steadily grown on me; I think it's got sharp barbs and superb talent, enough to make it a pleasure to watch even when it's having an off episode.
We arrived on time (somehow) and quickly discovered Brian's photo op with Betty White (which he'd earned by virtue of an encounter with Ms. White at a signing and a subsequent correspondence with her assistant, one that generously included a donation to her foundation) was going to mean he'd sit apart from us so he could be escorted to a meet-and-greet with Betty after. I wasn't too crushed as I've met her twice and already have an astoundingly great pic-with co-starring Ms. White, but Rich and especially Don were hoping Brian would be able to spread some of his down home fairydust on the situation.
Last Saturday, I had a lot of fun covering the red carpet of the 23rd GLAAD Media Awards. Didn't I just do that? Yes, but that was the New York edition; as I was in L.A., I covered the West Coast gathering. See, GLAAD ain't dumb—they have two to make it so no celebrity can say, "Oh, I'm on the wrong coast! I can't go!"
I hired my sweet pal Brad as my videographer and met him at the Westin Bonaventure just in time to check in and take our places. I kind of hate how the carpet was set up—the guests were allowed to congregate behind us to stargaze, which was distracting. But it was nothing compared to the women two spots down from me whose entire goal was to flash a huge "FREE GAY HUGS!" sign and video themselves receiving said hugs from roughly two-thirds of the celebrities who walked. (And I thought I was lame with my aggressive pic-with requests!) They were so damn loud! Luckily, they didn't ruin any of my interviews, but only by sheer luck.
Brad's mic needed batteries (he's blond; sorry, Brad) so I wound up videoing my own first chat, with Jennifer Tyrrell. She's the lesbian mom recently booted as a den mother by the virulently homophobic Boy Scouts of America. Smart woman and immediately likable. Unreal that they're getting away with that crap. I was a cub scout (I bailed on Webelos mainly because...what the fuck is a Webelo???) and fondly remember my Pinewood Derby racing days as well as the hillbilly band we assembled for a talent night. Not to mention the father/son cook-off, in which my father and I had a well-appreciated coconut cream pie. But still, fuck the Scouts.
My first stars were Angela Featherstone (STUH-nning, but my campadre confessed she had been an ice queen on a recent shoot) and Michelle Paradise of Exes & Ohs. No Megan Cavanagh, but they were delightful.
Next, I snagged Grant Gustin of Glee. I don't really follow the show, but no one that cute is getting past me without a third degree. He's adorable and quite articulate, even if he refers to gay people as "homosexuals," which totally didn't offend me because he was totally doing it to sound smart, not homophobic. I had a homosexual crush on various parts of him.
Max Adler from the same show was equally adorable and charming. He's passionate about his role, even though it came as a total shocker that his bullying character would be written as a late-blooming man-lover.
Happy 90th to Betty White, a true TV legend who after all these years is still sharp as a tack and funny as hell. It was a real pleasure to meet her twice. I hope her longevity is contagious!
And by the way, those widely circulated topless images purporting to be Betty White are—definitively—NOT her. A friend posted them again on Facebook so in order to help disavow her of the notion that the images were legit, I wrote to White's publicist/agent. He wrote me back and said she has said time and again that they are not her. Would've been fun if they were, but they ain't.
Video tribute after the jump...
Next Magazine has the scoop on Rue McLanahan's personal effects being auctioned off to her fans, which was the late Golden Girl's wish. I bet Ruby Dee bids on that music box from Big Daddy!
As of midnight last night, it was exactly six years since my first post. It's been a tough thing to keep up with a dayjob and outside activities, and just when I think I might walk away, a valuable connection or interesting opportunity or a kind word comes my way. Thank you all for reading me.
Of whom are you more jealous?
Here are my favorite 100+ posts out of nearly 11,000. Please take some time to read (or re-read!) a couple and tweet or Facebook any you like.
FROM BOY TO MAN: BC B.C. (2007): The entire history of my novell and novel Boy Culture as well as the movie version; might be my ultimate post.
BOY ON FILM (2006): An account of the NYC launch party for Boy Culture as it played the TriBeCa Film Fest.
FRIENDS AND "FAMILY" (2006): The movie version of Boy Culture hits Chicago.
RAPT PUPIL (2006): The final night of Outfest with Boy Culture; I was fat but on the other hand got to meet Bryan Singer.
"Your pictures suck" (2008): An art critic attacks me, but not without sustaining some hits in return.
DRAWN TOGETHER (2008): How my desire to draw related to my secret desire. One of my absolute favorite posts.
LOST ANGELES (2009): My favorite photographic travelogue of L.A.
ART IMITATES LIFE (2006): My 9/11 and my distaste for grief tourism.
BURNING MAN (2007): Tribute to my late high school friend and first romance.
LOST BOY FOUND (2011): There is a book in here somewhere.
CIAO HOUNDS: OUR TRIP TO ITALY (2011): Finally got José to Europe.
ILLINOIS DEATH TRIP (2007): Ruminations on death while revisiting a past home, and the past.
PASSING BY (2008): Mourning the loss of a person I only met once.
Went to Betty White's New York Times TimesTalks Q&A last night with José and had a great time. TimesTalks are a lot of fun, and you can see them live on the Web or see truncated versions here after the fact. It's a small auditorium and the subject is paired with a Times moderator for about 45 minutes of back-and-forth before taking audience questions.
When I arrived, I bought her just-released memoir If You Ask Me (And Of Course You Won't) for $29 on the promise that she'd be signing it after. I couldn't believe she'd actually sign the 300 or so copies she must have sold after being grilled (and after having taped Letterman as well), but figured I'd risk it. The pages have gigantic borders and some of the chapters are a page and a half long, but it is her sixth tome so you gotta figure it's not going to be too in depth.
Too many of the questions—from Frank Bruni, of whom I am not a big fan considering his fawning George W. Bush book...Bush's name was left off of his introduction lest the audience boo him, I think—were focused on Hot in Cleveland and Saturday Night Live and the Comedy Central roast of William Shatner, but White's replies were witty and informative.
The SAG nominations are out—and are quite interesting!
Two familiar faces took their final bows recently, Harold Gould at 86 and Kevin McCarthy at 96. McCarthy is iconic for his performance in the original Invasion of the Body Snatchers, which was all about the other kind of McCarthyism even though it wasn't intended to be. Gould I remember most fondly for his stint as Rose's (Betty White) beau Miles on Golden Girls, but I do recall seeing him on Feather & Father first. He seems to have always been white-haired.