Broadway legend Patti LuPone gave a cutthroat critique on Madonna’s acting ability during her appearance on “What What Happens Live with Andy Cohen!” on Tuesday.
Cohen asked LuPone what she thought of Madonna’s performance in the movie version of “Evita” and LuPone got brutally honest.
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The first round of Watermark’s “March Fabness” is complete as we go into spring in search of the Ultimate LGBTQ Anthem.
Some of the opening match-ups were nail biters (RuPaul and Queen were back and forth) and some were runaway trains that weren’t even close (Katy Perry and Beyonce didn’t stand a chance against legends Gloria Gaynor and Whitney Houston).
Last year, we asked you to tell us who the Ultimate LGBTQ Icon is. After four rounds of a knockdown,drag-out brawl and a few surprises (Adam Lambert brought down Lady Gaga!) you named the first openly gay person to be elected to American public office, Harvey Milk, the winner.
This year, we are asking our beloved readers and fans to pick another LGBTQ Ultimate, the Ultimate LGBTQ Anthem.
NEW YORK (AP) — Madonna belted out some of her biggest hits Nov. 7 as she treated people in the city to a surprise outdoor concert in support of Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton.
About 300 people jammed into Washington Square Park, in the heart of Manhattan, to watch the pop singer perform “Express Yourself,” ”Don’t Tell Me,” ”Imagine,” ”Like a Prayer” and “If I Had a Hammer” while they sang along.
It’s not just about having fun anymore.
For Cyndi Lauper, music runs deeper than her ‘80s-era eccentricities may have seemed to suggest. A collection of classics from the Great American Songbook, deep Memphis-based blues, the feel-good Broadway romp Kinky Boots, which won her a Tony in 2013 for best score – Lauper changes musical guises like she changes dye jobs.
After making derogatory comments about children of same-sex couples, Dolce & Gabbana have done a 180 and released handbags and t-shirts celebrating same-sex couples and families.
The designing duo released three photos on their Instagram account Jan. 29. The photos depict simple drawings of a same-sex couple, one featuring men and the other women, with several multi-racial children on a handbag. A third picture features similar artwork on t-shirts. The posts are accompanied with #dgfamily.
Last year was indeed a – forgive us – a watermark year for the LGBT community. Groundbreaking changes saw incredible advances in equality, which are reflected in the shows we watch, the products we buy and even how manufacturers sell said products to us. But despite the outpouring of rainbow-festooned support, not everyone is allowed access to the message that we gays and lesbians are still here, we’re still queer, and as far as marrying who we want, you better get used to it.
Take, for example, the child of one of those alleged “Million Moms.” The young boy or girl who just wants to play with a Barbie dolls, enjoy some colorful snack chips, or needs some type of pain or cold and flu relief. Heaven forbid if they want to multi-task their lunch with education, thanks to the alphabet-shaped noodles in their cup. No, now that the companies that make these products have demonstrated their dedication to diversity – be it in their 2015 marketing or philanthropic efforts – organizations like One Million Moms, the American Family Association and other conservative zealots have provided their right-wing parents a whole new list of businesses to avoid.
I can still remember the scents, the sounds, the television movies and the intentional distractions associated with my first encounters with the HIV virus: its full-blown AIDS inevitability (at the time) replete with lesions forming volcanic country masses across innocent chests and arms, the crushed ego of acting legend Rock Hudson as his strong jaw turned sadly and vulnerably into a fading vibration, the tacit reconciliation that swallowed the fluttering falsetto of Queen’s regal Freddie Mercury as he sat before the clicks and clacks of prying press cameras to speak to the fact that he, too, had fallen, would fall, and, in fact, was dead shortly thereafter. I remember it all, because this is largely my history. We watched, we felt punished, my closet doors were glued shut, and this would never, ever happen to me.
But mostly I remember a telephone call to my landline in my Florida State University dorm room, one where the absence of air conditioning made everything feel like a sweaty inquisition, a drip pan for shame or humility.
Even though the 2016 presidential elections – and their requisite accessories of electoral nodding heads from the trenches of politics – are more than a year away, we’re already feeling a slight graying climbing up our sideburns, a little bit of hubris clogging our synapses, an almost instinctive desire to climb into the darkest and coolest rooms we can find and curate our own personal exhibition, titled, simply, “Isolation.” It’s not that we don’t believe in the process (there are more “GOTV” night terrors in our collective head than we care to admit), but it’s just that, in some ways, we already know there is going to be a heightening of kitchen-table rhetoric and, with that, blood pressure. The ending is spoiled before its beginning, and if that’s happening to us (all hunched over our computers for the latest polysyllabic anachronism coming from a teleprompter), we fear it’s happening to you, too.
Looking back to the last time we went through this sort of itchy suffrage molting, it’s hard to get entirely thrilled about the voices gurgling up from the backside of our population. We’re supposed to “Feel the Bern” for Bernie Sanders, who, we might add, makes some pretty salient points, even if all of his policies would have to be enacted by executive order against the tantrums of a bought congress. We’re supposed to Windex the glass ceiling for its inevitable shattering by Hillary Clinton, who, we might add, makes some amazing points, especially in the face of the starched shirts who fear her so (clue: she’s a woman, and Benghazi isn’t really a thing). And then we’re supposed to follow the yellow-bricking of a Republican road that doesn’t read so much as a primary competition as it does a manipulative game of Koch Bros. chess.
Amy Schumer has taken another step to becoming queen of everything and LGBT icon after announcing that she will be the opening act for Madonna’s Rebel Heart Tour during the pop diva’s three NYC shows.
Schumer made the announcement via her Twitter account June 18.
As a dancer myself, I really enjoyed and appreciated Shattered Chandelier. It was well-choreographed and the music selection was very eclectic and different.
Put on by Dancer’s Edge Studio, located in Winter Park, Fla., the show was rewritten and directed by William Marchante, who based it loosely on The Phantom of the Opera. So if you’ve seen that musical or movie, I don’t have to go through the entire plot because it is pretty much similar.
Madonna took to Instagram on March 18 to react to recent comments made by fashion designers Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana about the traditional family and in vitro fertilization. Madonna, who previously worked with Dolce and Gabbana, used an image from a campaign with Dolce and Gabbana in 2010 in which she holds a baby.
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