Gleeful about gay marriage
I didn’t get in on Buffy the Vampire Slayer
The upside was I experienced the show as it was airing. That’s becoming a rarity for me, as television delivery systems improve by offering me ever more flexibility to avoid commercials and pick my own viewing times. The (much smaller) downside was having to avoid Buffy spoilers on the Internet. I found a great bunch of online buddies to share the show with, but I couldn’t trust them to post responsibly. I managed to have a lot of fun watching Buffy despite this.
I tell you this because, on my way to talk about why I love legal gay marriage, I’m going to make a possibly ambivalent pitch for Glee
(Note to self: write post about Farscape
So that’s my rationale: what if you’re that person? The one who will really really love Glee
When I was a kid I had it so so very baaaad for the TV version of Fame
Glee’s
The second half-season was… decent. Weaker scripts, I thought, but more experimentation, more singing and improved dancing, and there was lots of action for some of my favorite, oft-ignored characters. I missed the tighter writing and twisted humor, but I accepted the new mix as a positive step, especially since it meant more screentime for America’s new babyfaced imaginary sweetheart, the recently out and deeply sensitive Kurt Hummel.
Now it’s fall, and the scripts seem even weaker. We let a few pile up on the DVR, and I even deleted one episode by accident. (It had Gwenyth Paltrow. I suspect my subconscious of taking matters into its own remote). The upshot is that Kelly and I sat down to hoover up a month’s work of Glee
Since I am the woman who hates spoilers, I’ll leave what we saw at this: no work of art or cultural experience–no film, no play, no book, not even anything I’ve written my own self–has so precisely captured the atmosphere of my out teen life within the Alberta public school system. All that was awhile ago, so I didn’t end up heaving under my pillow or anything, but my peace of mind has been distinctly ruffled. (I figured this out at three in the morning, when I awoke to the sound of mental gears grinding on without me, and a whiff of smoke).
The Eighties, bless ‘em and good riddance, are long gone. That Glee
And if Kurt, who is entirely fictional but whom actor Chris Colfer has made so very real to me (to the point where I want to whisk him away from Ohio and hire him a vicious ninja bodyguard and feed him soup in my kitchen and let him redo the colors on my walls and furniture and possibly gut my wardrobe if it would make him smile, though I draw the line at hair or make-up tips, honey) were to move to Canada and meet the man of his dreams?
He could get married!
I’ve had three weddings. The not-legal one was almost twenty-two years ago. It took place in Lethbridge at the Rocky Horror Picture Show, amid drunken student rioting. I fell on my ass, in the men’s room, in my dress to the extreme surprise of four urinating undergraduates. Then I made lifelong promises to the woman I love. It was, seriously, a fantastic and exhilarating thing.
The online wedding was spontaneously performed, in Cherokee, by author William Sanders during a virtual bachelor party he threw for me in his chat room when I was planning… the legal one!
The official legal deed was done on August 16, 2003, about a month after a Supreme Court of Canada decision made it possible for me to get a marriage certificate out of the clerk at London Drugs like any other friggin’ human being who wanted to get hitched.
My marriage itself is a great, wonderful, life-enriching adventure, and has been for every moment of the almost-twenty-two years. My wife Kelly has and will always be my favorite thing ever.
The ceremony, certificate, the piece of paper? Is the universe’s tangible proof to me that humanity can be be better, that the mob doesn’t inevitably win, that for all of our incredible stupid and mean moments, we have equal measures of smart and nice, when we choose to use them.
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Man, I love it when people are reasonable and nice and think “hey, people who love each other should get to get married “. I’m glad you and your darling are hitched! Let us cross our fingers for sanity to prevail in the USA.
Duly crossing, despite the fact that it slows down my typing speed.
This is an awesome post.
Yay–glad you liked it!
It seems to me that everyone who would like the show is already watching, and everyone who wouldn’t, emphatically isn’t.
However the Kurt bullying storyline really does bear talking about, and it’s the only thing that rings true for me on the show this season. They’re doing it really well so far. I hope they don’t screw it up.
Great Post Alyx! Thanks