Should Hollywood cast gay roles with only gay actors? The debate rages on.
by Eric Peterson
In late September, when my feeds and timelines were packed with news about the coronavirus, remembrances of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, and anxiety about the upcoming election, a trailer for a new movie started to generate a lot of excitement. Well, excitement might be the wrong word. The comments I saw, even before I hit play were of the “who’s chopping onions?” variety, with lots of crying emojis.
This welcome distraction is called Supernova, and it’s scheduled for a US release date later this month. At first, it appears to be about two men in mid-life driving…
Royalists worry that the Netflix juggernaut THE CROWN is bad for their business. They’re absolutely right.
by Eric Peterson
’Tis the season for those seemingly holiday-related things that seem verboten outside the window between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day: molasses cookies, decorated trees indoors, tolerating your racist uncle, or Bing Crosby’s “Let it Snow” (despite the fact that it typically snows more in February than December, but no matter). Recently, this list seems to include Netflix’s The Crown, a beautifully dressed drama about the British Commonwealth’s royal family that appears most years in December.
This year, Christmas came early, as it were: Season 4 dropped well before Thanksgiving, allowing viewers a fictionalized peek inside the palace…
Maybe a merry little Christmas is the best kind.
by Eric Peterson
As a staunch atheist eleven months out of the year, people are often surprised at how much I love Christmas music, but like anyone else, I contain Whitmanesque multitudes I suppose. Every year, between the day after Thanksgiving and about a week after New Year’s Day, I listen to Christmas music all the time, and I love almost all of it. I’ve been known to tear up listening to someone crooning “The Little Drummer Boy,” and whenever I hear Alvin the Chipmunk pine for a hula-hoop, I’m five years old again. I do draw the line at…
If you can barely remember the “scandal” that nearly broke Randy Rainbow’s career, you’re not alone. But a good and effective apology is worth examining.
by Eric Peterson
It’s 2020, so mid-August seems like a lifetime ago. But it’s only been three and a half short months since Kamala Harris joined Joe Biden’s ticket, a California gender reveal party sparked fires that soon consumed the state, and some old tweets written by Randy Rainbow resurfaced, causing many to wonder if the wunderkind’s career was meeting a premature end.
For many a liberal fan of musical theatre, Randy Rainbow was a godsend during the Age of Trump. His political parody versions of songs from Oklahoma!, Grease, and Hamilton (and the occasional pop song — his rendition…
Friends, I have something to tell you. I’m GAY.
It’s #NationalComingOutDay, and even though I describe myself as having been out for a quarter century, coming out is something you don’t do just once. It’s a process that repeats, over and over again.
Once your family knows, once your work colleagues know, it gets a bit easier — but there’s always a stranger you just met, a moment of questioning, a decision to favor their comfort or your authenticity, and, still — the opportunity to be minimized, disrespected, or violently attacked.
To my beloved LGBTQ+ community, you have my heart…
Sometimes laughter is the best activism.
by Eric Peterson
Picture it. Rehoboth Beach, Delaware: 1998.
There, I stood, waiting in the wings, a microphone in my left hand. Every Labor Day weekend, the LGBT community in Rehoboth Beach, DE hosts a fundraiser that consists of an enormous auction on Saturday and a big dance party on Sunday. This was a Saturday night, the silent auction was wrapping up, and the live auction would begin in about ten minutes.
To entice an audience away from the tables and closer to the stage, I had been asked to sing a show tune while scores of volunteers worked furiously…
Netflix will soon release the latest film version of THE BOYS IN THE BAND. First a play, then a film, then a Tony-winning revival, and soon streaming into living rooms across America, it’s a complicated tale.
by Eric C. Peterson
Facebook “memories” are a funny thing. Yes, I’m aware that I should probably delete my account, given the very real social ills created by this tech giant, including data privacy violations, questionable policies around political advertising, and more. But in my sixth month of living like a hermit in the year 2020, it’s difficult to let go of what is sometimes my only contact with the people in my life on a given day.
But in addition to the posts, likes, comments, and conversations that Facebook provides, it also sends out “memories” — images, usually, from…
Last month, the band formerly known as the Dixie Chicks released an anthem for our troubled times.
by Eric Peterson
To paraphrase Lily Tomlin, I always wanted to live through interesting times. And I should have been more specific.
I think it’s safe to say that 2020 is not what anyone expected it would be, or hoped for. The big news is, of course, the novel coronavirus, the worst pandemic of our lifetimes, that has asked us to make substantial lifestyle changes to keep us safe and prevent our friends and neighbors from death and disease.
On top of that…
Larry Kramer will be remembered for two things: saving many, many lives and being very, very angry.
by Eric Peterson
Larry Kramer died on Wednesday, May 27, 2020. He was an activist, playwright, provocateur, essayist, and a loud-mouthed son-of-a-bitch. He was 84 years old.
In the 1980s, when the AIDS epidemic had killed hundreds of thousands of Americans, mostly gay men, Anthony Fauci led the AIDS response on behalf of the Centers for Disease Control. Kramer didn’t think that Fauci was moving fast enough. He referred to Fauci as a murderer. He was evil, and incompetent, and he hated gay people. Upon hearing of Larry Kramer’s death, Anthony Fauci sent an e-mail to Michael Specter at The…
It’s Pride Month. Happy Pride, everyone!
If you don’t know much about Pride, it all began 51 years ago, in Greenwich Village. Cops in 1969 were fond of rounding up gay/trans people into paddy wagons, for the crime of simply existing. Names would be published in the paper, lives would be ruined. One night in late June, the queers had had enough. They did not go quietly. At the Stonewall Inn, they fought back. The riots that ensued would last for six days.
The Stonewall Riots were not exactly America’s first “Pride Parade.” They were violent. There was looting. It…
Eric Peterson
(he/him) I’m a funny, serious, outgoing, introspective, #diversity & #inclusion practitioner. Finished my first novel.
