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Girl (Crush) of the Month: Annaleigh Ashford

Y’all probably know I’m crushing on Ava, hard. But there’s another gorgeous blonde I’m keeping my eye on. When I was in New York last Summer,  I almost saw Kinky Boots on Broadway. Well, to be honest, I also almost saw The Glass Menagerie (starring Zachary Quinto and Cherry Jones) and Wicked, and ended up really seeing none of the above. But if I had seen Kinky Boots, I would have been introduced to Annaleigh Ashford’s awesomeness even before Masters of Sex (of which I did see the giant posters in Times Square) premiered. Because,  like for Samira Wiley last month,  I really only know Annaleigh as bawdy, brash, beautiful Betty Dimello on the Showtime show. But boy, do I love her!

Betty only appeared in 3 episodes last season, as the blonde prostitute who’d magnanimously let Dr. Masters hide in a closet (ironic as it is) and watch her work through a peephole for the benefits of his groundbreaking sex research. Betty is also the one who suggested, voraciously biting in a burger, that Bill find himself a female partner -which he did. When Barton throws the study out of the hospital, Betty opens the doors of the brothel she works at. When Virginia seems unaware of Bill’s infatuation with her, shrewd Betty opens her eyes. But if Betty seems to be the study’s and Bill and Virginia’s good fairy, fate is not so kind with her. Because Betty is a prostitute, she sleeps with men for a living; but her heart belongs to women. Being a woman in the 1950s is hard enough, so being a closeted lesbian is definitely no bed of roses. Although she loves Helen, Betty marries into money and is truly devastated when Bill tells her he can’t invert the procedure she had years ago to avoid unwanted pregnancies, and she can’t give her pretzel king husband children. And that’s where all the beauty of Annaleigh Ashford's interpretation lies, in that fine line between unfailing strength and fragility. Betty is a broad, she’s outspoken and free-spirited, but she’s also a girl whose mother never looked at with pride and who suffers from not being able to be with the one she loves. So far, Betty was in every episode of the second season, and I hope it conti ues that way because Annaleigh's talent shouldn't be wasted.

I wished I had seen Kinky Boots

This past Sunday, my mom invited her colleagues Agnes and Maha and their spouse and spouse-to-be, Landry (playing the guitar) and Guillermo (playing the congas), my dad invited a friend of his, Charles (with the glasses) and our friends Guy (with the white hat) and Alama (singing) were also here with the kids. After lunch we ended up jamming and singing under the apple tree and that’s my definition of a perfect Sunday. Here we’re doing Guantanamera, our way!

Jordan: “We like to be reducted in life sometimes, I don’t know why. That’s… It’s a social construct, a social trend, whatever you wanna call it; we reduce people down to things like sexuality, their diseases like cancer or MS, or their race, or their sex, or their gender, or whether or not they like… Game of Thrones! [cheers] But that’s not who people are; people are complex as we say in the show, people are diverse and there are much more interesting things to you than your sexuality. Thank you for what you said.”


Well, thank you, Jordan for what you said. This cast is the best. Not only the best actors, which obviously they are, the best people, too. (Jordan Gavaris, to a fan who explained that watching Orphan Black helped her to come out and made her mother come around too, at San Diego Comic Con 2014.)

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    It's Only Rock 'n Roll (But I Like It)

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    It's Only Rock 'n Roll

  • Artist

    The Rolling Stones

If I could stick my pen in my heart
And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya
Would you think the boy is strange? Ain’t he strange?

If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried? If I cried?

I said I know it’s only rock ‘n roll but I like it
I know it’s only rock ‘n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Oh, well, I like it, I like it, I like it

Happy 71st Birthday Mick!!!

The Murder at the Vicarge

When I first attempted to read Agatha Christie's The Murder at the Vicarage, at least a decade ago, I was exhausted. I read a line and immediately forgot it as I started reading the following. I gave up and went to bed. But it came with a drawback too; each time I was picking a mystery novel by the Queen of Crime, I would avoid this particular one, with the same thinly veiled disdain the characters of this village mystery have for the victim, Colonel Protheroe. Until last week. Last week, an evening that I was bored, I courageously picked The Murder at the Vicarage and I finished it the following day! Because you see, The Murder at the Vicarage is excellent.

The first novel to feature sleuth/shrewd spinster Miss Jane Marple (she only appeared in The Thirteen Problems, a short story collection that I also reread before), perfectly sets the typical British small town -or village- of Saint Mary Mead. It had been a while since I last read a Miss Marple novel, as I am more of a Poirot aficionado; but the old miss, with her Victorian manners and her piercing blue eyes always appeals to me too. What I especially love about Miss Marple is that she’s acutely aware that the superintendent Flem, the Colonel Melchett, the vicar and even the murderer don’t always take her seriously, but she brushes it off, only to calmly expose the truth to the appalled protagonists when she has figured it out.

The narrator of The Murder at the Vicarage is the vicar himself. Leonard Clement is an affable, aging man of the cloth who fell madly in love with and married Griselda, a woman half his age but who adores him. Miss Marple is their neighbor, and a little farther, the Colonel Protheroe lives at Old Hall, a big mansion, with his second wife Anne, and Lettice, his daughter from a previous marriage. Lawrence Redding, a painter, recently came to town and paints Lettice (in a bathing suit) and Griselda. The Professor Stone, an archaeologist and his assistant Ms. Cram are staying at The Blue Boar (I cannot explain how much I love the names of old British inns). Mrs Lestrange, a reclusive woman, and her supposed relationship with Dr. Haydock is also the talk of the town. Because in small villages, people talk, and Saint Mary Mead is no exception with shameless gossips Mrs. Price-Ridley, Ms.Wetherby and Ms.Hartnell. I won’t call Miss Marple a gossip, because she doesn’t spread rumors; she listens to them, finds the truth in them, discarding the embellishments the other old ladies add unabashedly.

When the Colonel is murdered in the vicar’s office, nobody really mourns him, he was a despicable old brute. But our dear Miss Jane Marple is here, eyes and ears wide open, looking harmless to the murderer who’s so arrogant they even count on the old lady’s precise sense of observation.

The Murder at the Vicarage is a delight that shouldn’t be avoided.

Key Lime Pie Ice Cream

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Now it’s 82º, so let’s get serious. I have to confess, I feel a little bit guilty making this delicious Key Lime Pie Ice Cream on my own, because I promised a very good friend we’d make it together when she visits me. But then my mom bought Key limes -real, authentic Key limes and I could not…

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Driving with Abby Gerhard & Carol Aird - BTS

Original photo by Kathy F. (2014)


So, on Monday I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t sleep so, I made an itinerary of Carol and Therese's road trip, carefully choosing the cities that weren't named so that they fit the description and miles. It took me about 2 hours, and now I really badlynwant to go on this road trip. Who's in?

What any woman saw in some particular man was beyond the comprehension of the average intelligent male. It just was so. A woman who could be intelligent about everything else in the world could be a complete fool when it came to some particular man.
Or some particular woman, but it’s true, though. I just finished reading After the Funeral, and I loved it. I’m in an Agatha Christie frenzy lately, I’ve just read The Murder at the Vicarage, and reread The Thirteen Problems. What I particularly loved about the Poirot mystery is that it’s set after WWII and the nostalgia of the days of yore, the past glory of bankrupt aristocracy and victorian grandeur is very present while cohabiting with more optimistic youth. I’m particularly fond of Susan and Rosamund, the two girls with quite an awful taste in men, both very shrewd in their very different ways.
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Anonymous asked:

emilia clarke? lena headey? sophie tuner?

Ooooh, the Game of Thrones ladies!

Mmmm, Fuck Lena, marry Sophie and get drunk with Emilia (how funny is that that I could marry Sophie but not get drunk with her?)

But in all honesty, I’d be happy to fuck, marry and get drunk (out of GoT-style gobelets of course) with Lena every fucking day!!

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