According to a DNC e-mail, just after midnight, Suze Orman offered the maximum possible donation for the entire year to the Democrats via the LGBT Leadership Council. This coming from a woman who would have vetoed nearly every triple-digit purchase I've made in my life. She must see President Obama as a good investment.
Jane Lynch's stint on Saturday Night Live was as unfunny as most other installments even if she can elevate almost any material she's given (not quite "any," considering that painfully unfunny Glee skit). The show started with a skewering of Gloria Allred that made it seem as if Meg Whitman's housekeeper was complaining about being asked to do work rather than pointing out Whitman's outrageous hypocrisy on immigration so that got it off to a lame and annoying start for me.
But what really caught my attention was an initially pretty cute skit called "The New Boyfriend Talk Show," in which Andy Samberg plays a kid who interviews all the men who come out of his skanky mom's (Lynch) bedroom every morning after. It caught my attention because I thought it ended on a surprisingly offensive note.
So many gay men, such a good time.
I saw D-list darling Kathy Griffin for the first time a year ago, then I saw her at Madison Square Garden's WaMu Theater last night. As she pointed out, the WaMu has to be renamed in a few months thanks to its namesake bank's disastrous collapse and since nobody wants to pay for the privilege it'll just be called "The Theater" again. Even when she plays MSG she's D-list, forced to appear in the wing with the undesirable sponsor.
Reality check: It was the opening night of a sold-out run of shows.
Griffin's increasingly popular comedy is fascinating to me because it's anti-cerebral and yet still incredibly smart. She's a consummate pop-culture connoisseur and observer and owes a huge part of her following to how much her audience probably agrees with every word out of her mouth, whether she's joking or being serious or both.
