Gregory and I rang in the New Year cozy, sweet, and low-key at the tragically fashionable mountain-top lair of the lovely Miss Jackie Beat — where we lounged about in our pajamas, kissed the lips of two sweet doggies, munched tasty dim sum, guzzled Diet Coke, belly laughed, belly cried, and, as the highlight of our evening and at Miss Beat’s wise suggestion, watched in awestruck amazement at the feminist allegory, Penthouse lighting, and high 1970s camp of The Stepford Wives (ORIGINAL VERSION, of course!), a film which I was previously warned would most likely SUCK. Not only did it NOT suck, it now joins the pantheon of films — including among others, Rosemary’s Baby (which, probably NOT coincidentally, was written by Ira Levin, the same guy who wrote Wives) and Valley of The Dolls — with which I am completely fucking OBSESSED. Having a brilliant drag queen with impeccable taste as one of your closest friends is like being artistically and culturally mentored by God himself — or rather, GODDESS.
So, much love and many thanks once again to Miss Jackie Beat, for not only a lovely, lovely sashay into 2011, but for leading a horticulture…and for truly making her think.