I read the recent New Yorker article about "performative reading," (behind a paywall? maybe) and if you haven't heard that term yet, it's because you're not on the poison internet unless you have to be. It is, in the estimation of too
I was not out to anyone but myself. I spent the 80s on the sidelines in West Texas, afraid of everything. By 1990 I knew what was happening with me, but the best I could manage in a public-facing way was to be a "not gay" ally. I
I did, in fact review it. 2008. Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Starring Piper Perabo and Jamie Lee Curtis, with the voices of Drew Barrymore, Andy Garcia, George Lopez, Cheech Marin, Paul Rodriguez, Placido Domingo, Edward James Olmos, Loretta Devine, Luiz Guzman The format of this review is from a period of
Hello, I have a cold, a fairly unpleasant one. I'm not up to writing anything right now. Until I am, I'll be posting archive stuff. This is from the mid-to-late 2000s, and if my memory serves it ran in the LA WEEKLY back when that was
We have stacks of magazines that we've written for over the years. All print, nothing internet. I'll be bringing pieces I wrote for them over here from time to time. Context: The Advocate, 2005 Twenty years ago you could earn a roof-over-your-head-food-on-the-table living writing mostly inconsequential
Today I'm writing out of market ambition. I want you to buy Alonso's new book, the revised and expanded edition of Have Yourself a Movie Little Christmas, in which he writes about a film from 2024, Christmas Eve in Miller's Point, one that didn&
This is not a review. It can’t be. When you’re a film critic and you become friends with a filmmaker, the best you can do is help promote their work if you think their projects are worth it. And Dave Markey, the director of The Secret Lives of
Quick one today. (Oh, and by the way, the photo accompanying this little post, a picture provided by my friend Thor, has absolutely nothing to do with anything that follows. Sharing a picture of the offending party would be pointless and unpleasant. Why not some cotton candy instead?) Kim Davis
The British food company Lyle’s – makers of baking pantry staples like golden syrup and black treacle – has a very old, very cool illustration on its labels. It’s a decomposing lion in which bees have made a hive. It’s from a Bible story where Samson eats honey from
I want to apologize before I start. I spoiled the story with the title, and I've misled you into thinking this was going to be about Katherine Heigl vaping. It's not. I just think it's an enjoyable picture of a celebrity taking a moment
On Good Morning America, right now, as I sit at the dining room table and look across the room at the television, there’s a man and woman, I don’t know their names but the guy has one of those faces where your first thought is, “I gotta remember
In 1983, my mother and stepfather were laid off from their jobs at exactly the same time. We were living in Hobbs, a small town in southeastern New Mexico close to the Texas border, and the town’s recent oil boom was slowing down at a rapid pace. My mother