The latest in Mideast upset, the PKK rebels and Turkey, has been most intriguing. It is all one big foreign relations soap opera, with the US torn between declaring Armenian genocide some time after the fact, but wanting to keep its Turkey baby and not upset the only "good" thing it has going, Kurdish Iraq. Its the drama that keeps political nerds like us enthralled, but, who knew the cast would be so stimulating! Meet the ladies of the PKK, ready to fight anytime for their nationalist movement! Forget Itty Bitty Titty Committee, the women of the PKK are my rebel grrrls of choice.
And there is another funny valentine in my pop-culture consumption patterns, and I am beyond loving to hate it and hating that I love it. Now I accept that Tila entertains me as only good trash tv can, and it feels so good. How many stupid things can the guys say, how many times can "lipstick lesbian" and "a bisexual" be said instead of femme and bi? Will there be a gli
mmer of hope for gender education to the masses of our generation underneath all the stereotypes and red plastic liquor cups? I'm here to see, and watch straight people react to it, which is just as much fun. Tonight my three men-loving roommates sat fixed to the tv, taking in their weekly Tila shot, which trumped SVU. Thats saying something. I also like seeing girls in the gym react to the show, as I see them all intently absorbing the subtitles over the hum and bustle of treadmills, only to justify their interest with, "this show is crazy, what are they going to do next?" Its ok, honey.Part of me wishes I had made it on the show, so I could infiltrate their lesbian-objectifying good time and send queer messages to the cast and the world with every heart-warming episode. But I probably would get kicked off faster than "hey, girl, hey" Keisha. Caution. So maybe I am not being a good lesbian feminist by not ripping this show apart. Of course, I could write a nice 5-7 page paper on how it is horrible for queer womens sexuality blah blah blah, but, you got to see it to bitch about it. I would label Tila as a guilty pleasure, but I am no a personal mission to let go of that label. A pleasure is a pleasure, whether our culture or religion or feminist ideology says its bad. I say fuck you, if I want to slow down as I drive by the car wreck, I will.
Speaking of other battles I must conquer in order to be even someone productive: they changed the tv channels, and now we have food network.
Goddess, help me!
