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Lynda Carter is best remembered as the star of Wonder Woman, but she had many other talents! In 1979 she was voted “The Most Beautiful Woman in the World” by The International Academy of Beauty. And that academy is a very serious enterprise. She has also been involved in a series of variety specials that aired in the early 1980s. And it is on one of those that Carter produced what is unquestionably some of the most weirdass, tragic, mind-blowing and generally insane moments of her career.

The former Miss America winner appears drunk and at times a little confused throughout her performance, as she ambitiously performs a tribute to Bette Midler, Tina Turner, and KISS. It begins with Lynda pulling up in a silver sports car singing Bad Company’s Rock ‘n Roll Fantasy. The idea of a middle-of-the-road vocalist like Lynda Carter singing about rock music to a bland pre-recorded track by a studio orchestra is risky business, but since the whole thing is ostensibly happening in her head, I really should shut up.

The transitions between the fantasies are achieved with blurry camerawork and repetition of the words “fantasy, fantasy, fantasy,”. This is also very literal and a bad idea, and I like it very much. Once safely transitioned into the KISS segment, Lynda makes a curious choice: since she wasn’t bold enough to actually be Gene Simmons or Paul Stanley, she opts instead to dance with four guys pretending to be them while decked out in an over-the-top Bob Mackie Vegas gown, complete with a showgirl headdress. This doesn’t exactly work, but who am I to shit on Lynda’s fantasy, fantasy, fantasy?

After another clunky transition, it’s time for Bette Midler. You might imagine this would work better, but Lynda’s Bette is worse. She sings “Friends” in a banana outfit, even a banana mic, backed up by a bunch of gorillas. This seems fair enough. In fact, Lynda’s Bette is less like Bette and more like Cher’s character Laverne from the laundromat, and this is very confusing to a gay person.

Enjoy! You’ll thank me for this.


Aporee Map


It has recently come to my attention that I like sound maps! This cool project was started in 2006 by a bunch of German dudes. It’s a global sound map dedicated to the ‘art of listening’. The sound map contains recordings from urban, rural and natural environments.

You can hear the sounds of the Timor Sea lapping against Stokes Hill Wharf in Darwin, a passenger boarding a plane at LAX, even the the sound of a sherpa in Mount Kilimanjaro! To hear how a place sounds, move the map with the mouse or the arrow keys at the upper left corner and click on the red dot!


The Golden Girls Cheesecake

They say cats have nine lives. Well, it seems Rue McClanahan, the consummate cougar, has had at least three!! News of the death of the Emmy-winning actress who played Blanche Devereaux on the hit TV series The Golden Girls was trending on Twitter and Facebook on Thursday. Strange, given that McClanahan passed away five years ago. Even stranger: The same thing happened last year.

Blanche Gif


McClanahan died on June 3, 2010, after suffering a stroke at the age of 76. Four years later, on June 10, 2014, the news suddenly went viral. A Washington Post report deconstructing the phenomenon the first time it happened, suggested the original source was probably a passionate Golden Girls fan with a large following. And that fan was me.



Fleetwood Mac

Anything that can happen to a rock n’ roll band, has happened to Fleetwood Mac. They have enjoyed six decades of hits and sellout world tours, over 60 million albums sold worldwide, as well as a place in the Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame. But all at a huge cost, from their legendary indulgences to the fallouts, fistfights and multiple breakups. And yet they have weathered almost every storm.

Vocalist Christine McVie summed it up after she committed to looking forward, rather than backward, after eight years of marriage with bass guitarist John McVie. Don’t Stop was a happier spin after the Rumour’s break-up album. I love Don’t Stop because it emphasizes that you can’t go back in time and change the past, but you can always look forward to the future:

Don’t stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here,
It’ll be, better than before,
Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone.

It’s no secret I’ve been having a love affair with Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac ever since I was a kid. Dad used to play their cassettes on road trips up the coast, and we would sit in the backseat of his Ford Fairlane like little sardines, listening to one of the greatest bands of all time. I’ve seen them perform live, twice, and each time was life-changing. There’s not many artists you grow up with, who you continually fall in love with over and over again, and who articulate every phase of your life.

Stevie Nicks 1977 Rumours

Stevie Nicks performing live (1977)

Dreams was the first song I fell in love with, followed closely by Go Your Own Way. More recently You Make Loving Fun has become an all time favorite. It perfectly encapsulates the power of love, especially when it accidentally lands on your lap, puts you under a spell, and just when you think it’s over, comes back around again. As I experience life I have a deeper appreciation for what they were exploring through love, music, heartache and addiction.

Fleetwood Mac

A new favorite of mine is No Questions Asked. It wasn’t a massive hit, it came in at No. 43 in the U.S. off a 1988 non-studio album. Which is perhaps why it took me a while to discover. I love it because sometimes, you just have to say “I need you now.” That’s what survival is about, that’s how you live life. The people who love you will come through for you in the end. Your friends. Your family. Your lover. They will be there for you and know that there are no expectations. No questions asked.

Most wouldn’t consider it the most romantic love song ever recorded. But I do. It’s a song that so poignantly delves into the realities of love and desire. It’s not soft and sexy, it’s not sweet and tender. No Questions Asked is honest and relatable. It’s not just a love song, it’s a life song. It’s a song about how we live. The struggles between loving someone and loving yourself, and wanting, even in the hardest of times, to be loved.

Finally, Landslide is one of the most insanely best Fleetwood Mac songs of all time. When Stevie Nicks wrote ‘Landslide’, she was at a crossroads. Her previous group with Lindsey Buckingham – Buckingham Nicks – had been dropped by their label Polydor after only one album, and her relationship with Buckingham was strained. I think it’s one of my all time favorite songs. The track has been covered many times since – from Smashing Pumpkins to the Dixie Chicks – but the original remans the best. Nicks’ cautious vocal sounds even more helpless knowing what’s yet to come.





Satanic Panic was a regular topic on Oprah

WNYC Radio’s Retro Report is probably the best explanation of how the whole Lindy Chamberlain trial-by-media went down, and cleverly illustrates how the Australian public savaged an unprepared Chamberlain for not grieving ‘the correct way’. We like our grieving mothers to cry, in case you didn’t get the memo. Chamberlain’s matter-of-fact nature and description of how a dingo might go about killing a small child totally freaked-out the Australian public. Not to mention the rumors of satanic rituals. But these things make not a murderer. And yet, Chamberlin was convicted of murder, despite the lack of a murder weapon, witnesses, a body, or a confession.

It’s been 35 years since baby Azaria went missing, and Lindy screamed the infamous words “A Dingo Stole My Baby”. Words that have become the punchline to a joke, reeled out when Australian celebrities go on Conan. Whether you thought Lindy was guilty or not, the debate divided a nation, even after the 1992 acknowledgement from the Australian government of wrongful imprisonment. It seemed the more facts presented the more the public deemed her guilty.

Trial by Media from Retro Report on Vimeo.

All of this was set to the backdrop of Satanic Panic, a time when rituals and cults seemed a plausible motive for anything inexplicable. Cults featured regularly on Oprah, here’s a classic clip from the halcyon era when the topic of Satanic ritual murder stoked hysteria.

It’s impossible to know if this 1994 video was ever used as an actual police training tool, but it’s presented matter-of-factly, and even has advice on what animals satan worshipers like to sacrifice.

Most famously, the West Memphis Three were wrongfully imprisoned after an Arkansas jury found satanism to be the motive in the Robin Hill Murders. The documentary about the three, directed by Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky, helped prove their innocence and dispel satanism as a motive. It’s still my favorite documentary, and the only time Metallica ever allowed a film to use their music.


Dad Bod


I had a Dad Bod way before it was cool. All that’s required is some casual mid-week beer drinking, a relaxed attitude toward exercise and a fondness for Mexican food. Sure, I go to the gym. I even do 3 sets of 12 on the Ab Crunch. But 3 sets of 12 on the Ab Crunch make-not a set of wash board abs.  My brother can tell you that.

I’m gonna let you in on a little secret I’ve been keeping under my hat for years. What’s required to achieve a Patrick Bateman body is not worth the effort. Just think of the sacrifice! No sleeping in. No fried chicken. No second dinners. No lazy Sundays. No midnight snacks. No boozy lunches. If giving up my Joie de Vivre is what’s required to look like Christian Bale, then I’m cool with mediocrity.

Patrick Bateman

And now, as if by magic, MY pounch has become cool! Where once sex appeal meant  six-packs that could grate metal and biceps the size of tree trunks, now a cuddly torso and a fury little tummy is all that’s required, according to a blog post written by Mackenzie Pearson, that has since gone viral.

The concept was an immediate hit with regular looking guys, who took to Instagram to show off their Dad Bods. The account “Collegedadbods” has been quietly gaining momentum since the beginning of this year and has now become a fully-fledged homage to average guys in all their glory.



Brooklyn Heights Wine Bar

After a year and a bit living with the constant sounds of sirens, choppers, car alarms, honking and general New York City Noise we have decided to do what Miranda did years ago, and move to Brooklyn. Temporarily. Elizabeth and Steve rented us their charming apartment in the Fruit District. They told us it was a pre-war building and I had to stop myself from asking ‘which one?’ It has lots of weird art and bossy views and we were promised celebrities. So far I’ve only seen Lena Dunham. But we realized as we immersed ourselves in our natural habitat (wine bars) that Brooklyn Heights is a place where young people can come to be old. Got a typewriter and a penchant for cardigans? That’s cool. No one is going to stop you. And it’s quiet. Oh so quiet.