I, too, have cried while on the elliptical trainer! But only at Rudy and The Return of the King. I save my sweaty gym tears for the good shit.

For a second when I first saw it, I thought it was the same girl In different wigs and poses. And I had no idea who she was.

1999 was definitely a different time. I was also 15 back in ’99 and I was, unfortunately, firmly in the “it’s a choice” camp. Not out of any fear or hatred (I was a theatre geek and theatre and homophobia do not go together) but because that’s what the Bible says. I didn’t want to kill anybody; I wanted to save their souls and all that bullshit. I abandoned that way of thinking long ago, but I still get where those people are coming from. I still understand the “logic” behind their positions.
But I will never, ever understand the Reverend Phelpses and Jerry Fallwells and the Ugandan Parliaments of this world. Even stupid, sheltered, super-religious 15-year-old me didn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t understand. I don’t see how anyone could.

I’m in Cinci too! Queen City monsters, represent!

Although my favorite part of this (though it’s all great) is usually guessing which mention of Ashlee Simpson!Arm Folding will lead to that SNL screencap, this week I spat out a bit of my frappuccino at “Boo-hoomkat.”

We’re not crying. It’s just been raining on our faces.