The only part of this bizarre '70s game show called Celebrity Whew! that I remember is the animated opening. But it sure was fun watching a full episode, featuring swoon-worthy John Saxon and the legendary Betty White...
Super Golden Friends—a marriage of Golden Girls and Super Friends—is superfunny and supercreative. It's just the opening credits, but that's all it needs to be. The way it captures Superman vamping like Blanche is priceless...
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.)
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.
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.