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Time to update that Gilbert and Sullivan songbook

When I watched the famous "Bus Uncle" video clip featuring the latest Internet celebrity, I couldn't help but laugh how totally similar the characters in it were to those that we have seen in the Saturday night Asian movies.

My wifed taped the Tony Awards, that poor little brother of the Oscars for those actors who didn't quite make it in Hollywood. She has been watching them piecemeal for the past few day. In the parts that I have seen, I wondered how very... gay all these people seem to be. Since I do enjoy listening to musicals and showtunes (we are eagerly holding tickets to Wicked that comes back to the city this fall, and right now I am playing the peppy and inspirational "Defying Gravity" on the background), perhaps this is my subconscious inner homo making itself known, making its gaydar beep so frantically that my conscious mind can hear it.

At one point when they were showing the nominees, I laughed and pointed out to my wife "Look, that's some stately homo from the old England". She slapped my arm for being so insensitive and chastised me that I can't possibly know that this guy even is from England. But what do you know, when the guy stepped up to the stage to pick up his award and give a short acceptance speech, his accent and way of speaking was exactly the way I predicted it would be, which caused Mrs. Ilkka to make that throaty "hrrrmh" sound that Marge Simpson often makes.

Among all this singing and dancing and self-congratulation, there seemed to be surprisingly few red AIDS ribbons being worn this year. They are so out of fashion, I guess. Also so far not one of the presenters or the winners has said anything about the ethical superiority of the Broadway theater and its moral duty to lead the nation to progressive thinking. But there is still at least an hour to go, so I'll report back to you if I see anything interesting.

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Stately Homo was one of Quentin Crisp's best self-deprecating quips.
Wikipedia has a big piece on him

The Stately Homo: a celebration of the life of Quentin Crisp, (2000) edited by Paul Bailey, Bantam, Collection of interviews and tributes from those who knew Crisp.

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