John Slattery In Sock Garters

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You know, if John Slattery showed a little more leg (with garters, of course), I might be inclined to watch Mad Men. Until such things come to pass, I’ll spend Sunday nights wrapped in the warm embrace of Adult Swim.

Related funny image that just popped into my head: me as the photographer for this shoot, reenacting that scene from Fame where the guy is all like, “Take off your top, Coco!”, except I’d be like, “Drop the pants, Slattery!”, and he’d be crying and sucking his thumb, but he’d totally do it anyway, because fame and fortune are way more important than morals. America’s Next Top Model has taught us that, if nothing else. Well, that and smizing.

Today In Celebrity Deaths: James Dean

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James Dean would’ve been 79 years old if Donald Turnupseed hadn’t veered out of his lane on September 30, 1955 and hit Dean’s Porsche head-on.

First, beauty:

Then, irony:

I should point out that Dean was never my cup of tea, but I can appreciate his position as an archetype. Plus, he got to cuddle with Sal Mineo — that’s something.

Ten States (Including My Own) Order Divorce For Love, Marriage. Horse, Carriage Still Hitched

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Over the weekend came word that ten states — Alabama, Florida, Idaho, Indiana, Michigan, South Carolina, Utah, Virginia, Wyoming, and dear, sweet, lovable Louisiana — have filed a joint brief in a California federal appeals court. The brief boldly declares those states’ opposition to gay marriage, and it’s presumably meant to add weight to California’s case that Proposition 8 is valid and legal. (Though last I heard, California wasn’t going to appeal Judge Vaughn Walker’s ruling, so maybe the point’s moot.)

ANYWAY, as you might recall, the two biggest problems pro-Prop 8 lawyers had in court were (a) proving what marriage is “really about”, and (b) proving that heterosexuals are the only ones fit to take part in it. The defendants were all, like, “It’s about procreation!” And Judge Walker was, like, “So why do you let infertile couples get married?” And then they were all, like, “It’s about families!” And the judge was, like, “You haven’t answered my first question.”

The brief filed in federal court has the same sort of “we don’t know what we’re doing, but we’re doing it anyway” vibe. Case in point, this sentence taken straight (ahem) from the filing: “If public affirmation of anyone and everyone’s personal love and commitment is the single purpose of marriage, a limitless number of rights claims could be set up that evacuate the term marriage of any meaning.”

I hate to resort to name-calling, because that never moves the dialogue forward, but if any of you happen to be one of the ten attorneys general who signed off on that wackobizarre statement: you are an utter fuckup. I don’t know to even argue a case with you people, because your reality is so completely OUT THERE.  Obviously, you’re the ones who keep throwing money at M. Night Shamalamadingdong.

OMG, I just said that all glibly and shit, but it’s totally true. I HAVE  NEW CONSPIRACY THEORY. CALL ME, HOLLYWOOD! LET’S TALK.

[MercuryNews via Towleroad]

Jon Hamm Did Porn And I Am Just Now Finding Out About It?

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[Hamm] was working as the set dresser on a soft porn film (porn films need set dressers? “You gotta move cameras around, and ashtrays; and continuity is apparently an issue”) when Jennifer Westfeldt, who was at that point a distant acquaintance of Hamm’s, invited him to be in a play she was working on in New York. “I came in after another 12-hour day [on the porn film] to this message on my answer phone, and I was so exhausted and depressed and bone tired that I called her back immediately: ‘Yes! I don’t care what it is!’ I borrowed money for a ticket and lived in New York for six weeks on about $300, stayed on a friend’s coach, roller-bladed everywhere…” The play, Lipschtick, was the basis for Kissing Jessica Stein; and Hamm’s six-week stint on it kick-started his and Westfeldt’s relationship.

[Guardian]

60-Second Activism: Call Your Senator Now

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Below is an excerpt from an email I just received from the Servicemembers Legal Defense Network. The gist: call your U.S. senator NOW and tell her/him to move forward with the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.

If you’ve never done this before, don’t worry: you won’t have to talk to your senator directly. You’ll speak to an aide. Just call 202-224-3121, ask for your senator’s office, and tell whomever answers the phone, “As a taxpayer, a voter, and supporter of equal rights for all Americans, I want Senator _________ to stop the filibuster and begin debating passage of the Defense bill”. It really is that simple.

Here’s the email and more info:

The final hour has arrived. Today at 2:15 PM ET, the full Senate will determine whether “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” (DADT) repeal will move forward this year. For repeal to happen, we need 60 votes to break Senator John McCain (R-AZ)’s expected filibuster. All supporters must call their senators now.

Call both your senators at the Capitol switchboard right now and urge them to vote to end the filibuster and move on to a real debate on the Defense bill.

(202) 224-3121

These senators are currently uncommitted on breaking the filibuster and particularly need to hear from us today:

–Susan Collins (R-ME);
–Olympia Snowe (R-ME);
–Mark Pryor (D-AR);
–Richard Lugar (R-IN);
–Judd Gregg (R-NH);
–Jim Webb (D-VA);
–George Voinovich (R-OH);
–Kit Bond (R-MO)

Don’t let opponents of open service hold up critical funding for our troops and prospects for repeal. Supporters of open service must make their voices heard today. If you have already called your senators, call both of them again.

Call the Capitol switchboard and tell both your senators to follow the lead of Senate Armed Services Committee Chairman Carl Levin (D-MI) to stop the filibuster and begin debating passage of the Defense bill.

(202) 224-3121