Anglocentric

ha ha. TTL is a typical English Canadian. I've been running around thinking of the NDP as the possible coalition makers in a new parliament, shoring up and pushing a Liberal minority leftwards.

Silly boy! The NDP will only win 16 or so seats which might not even be enough for a coalition if the Libearls win around 140. It's the Bloc Québecois that will win 50 or so and might form a coalition with the Tories.

That's not good. Not good at all.

Fighting with My Mother

The only fights I have with my mother anymore are about politics. Like last night, for instance. We start off innocently enough and then she says something that I find annoyingly naive given her high level of intelligence AND WE'RE OFF! She, unfortunately, is as stubborn as I am and once our horns are locked, we don't give up.

Thinking back on our fight, I am struck by her accusation, "You make it sound like a conspiracy, TTL!" That has become a convenient rhetorical device in modern discourse. It means, I think, you are not living in the world of hard facts and reason; you are paranoid and hysterical and should realize that rational people would never think that. It's a discussion ender.

I, on the other hand, believed that the point I was making was brain-numbingly obvious to anyone with the least perspective on political life and the mainstream media. Hence, raised voices.

*sigh*

Camp Nonookie

I am cross-posting this from barkis's journal. It concerns the movie Camp about a group of gay teens and a couple of str8 teens at a theatre summer camp.

Barkis: HEY!! Who sent me the DVD of Camp from my wishlist??

TTL comments: Oh, I started watching Camp at my sister's house! The opening with the kids singing Losing My Mind was priceless. I never finished it and here's my prediction: the fags never get romance but the str8 kid does. Am I right? Am I right?

Barkis: BINGO!

TTL:
God fucking dammit!

Hi, we're a cool gay-themed movie and have all kinds of sympathy for you downtrodden faggots and we will give you a big ol' shout-out. YO! But we don't want to see you tongue-wrestling or nothing. That's just gross. Stay in the corner and be the witty fag best friend even in a movie about musical theatre summer camp, would you? It'll help sales.

And the fucking FUCKING Advocate gave it the cover story.

The Advocate loves to put "sympathetic" str8s on the cover and it's a publicist's wet-dream. You get to show that your client is a) COMPLETELY STR8 and b) all liberal and sympathetic to you witty fag best friends in the corner.

I want a gay teen to walk into a movie theatre and see a gay kid fall in love and be happy. Because they have to know that it's possible. Hell, I want to see it, too.