TV lesbian no surprise
I feel like such a community outcast and it’s all because of crap TV. Not only do I not know anything about which rubbish singer is doing what boring song on Australian Idol, the fact that one of the Sex And The City girls has (kind of) come out just makes me yawn.
On Sunday I got a few text messages from gay friends excitedly telling me about Cynthia Nixon’s professed lesbian romp (as I’m sure the tabloids are going to call it next week). Bleary-eyed and weary from watching and celebrating the wonderful Port Adelaide Power win their first flag on Saturday afternoon I could only muster a bored really?
But I already knew, I think. Even on the SATC ads the red-headed Miranda seemed like a dyke. And during the brief window when I watched the show -“ when Samantha was having a strange affair with an exotic (read: accented) lesbian -“ I thought they’d got the casting mixed up. Surely Miranda was more likely to settle down with a nice girl than Samantha.
Of course, it’s good news when anyone comes out, especially when they’re famous and they go on to say they’re happy about it. And it’s even better when it doesn’t come 10 years into a sham marriage. But I don’t know why everyone is saying it’s such a brave thing to do. She’s already got her career sorted, she’d have to be doing all right financially, she’s been in the relationship, apparently, for quite a long time. She’s not a teacher in the Catholic school system or a soldier in the US Army. She’s an actor and, while things seem like they’re pretty bad for queers in the States at the moment, it’s not like she’s living under the Taliban.
Anyway, as always, there are more important things to think about than TV. Like our election this weekend (Sleaze, I mean, in which we vote with our feet whether to support big community dance parties or not), or our election next weekend, in which we vote with little pencils on strings who we want to be annoyed by for the duration of the next government’s term. Sleaze should be fun, sure, but right now I’m more excited about the sausage sizzle at my local polling booth.
