notmypresident: (Millie Thoroughly Modern)
There are times when I am so tired or so bored — or both — that I'm liable to watch anything on TV. Such was the case last Friday night. I was channel surfing, not finding anything worth watching. I stumbled across the latest episode of "Dateline," which was covering the murder of Gay fashion icon Gianni Versace. Versace's death is the subject of next season's "American Crime Story," and this was clearly an attempt by NBC to beat FX to the punch. Still, I was mildly interested despite otherwise loathing shlock shows like "Dateline."

The show was, of course, padded beyond belief for its two-hour running time. But about halfway through, the show began to make me angry. "Dateline" went out of its way to include as many salacious details about Andrew Cunanan, naturally. That's par for the course when it comes to shows like this. But what upset me was the show's refusal to connect some obvious dots in what seems to be a clear example of internalized homophobia.

I'm not one to blithely toss that accusation about as so many do (Stephen Colbert's dick joke about Trump/Putin was far from the controversy some have painted it, IMHO). But this episode of "Dateline" was rampant with the problem. I started to suspect as much when the Minneapolis police did absolutely nothing after discovering Cunanan's first victim in Minneapolis. The local police — smug with condescension over the death of a fag in what they assumed was an S&M love triangle — couldn't even be bothered to issue a fucking APB for either the murderer or the missing car that might have been the escape vehicle. The blunders continued, from not bothering to carefully interview witnesses (which reporters were able to do with ease) to trying to besmirch the character of a wealthy straight man that Cunanan murdered with leaks of tawdry details.

But the police aren't the only ones exhibiting this homophobia. No one on the program, either the show editors or the interviewed reporters, makes the connection of police misconduct and homophobia. I can only hope that "American Crime Story" at least points out that this issue may have been a problematic ingredient in the Cunanan manhunt.

Now for Another Hot Guy.

notmypresident: (Blondie Record Kiss)
My red vinyl "limited edition" of the new Blondie album shipped on Monday ahead of this Friday's official release. Unfortunately, it was sent via super-slow Media Mail. That thing puts the ail in Snail Mail, to be sure. As a result, I will probably get it next week.

I'm still looking forward to the album, even though the four tracks I already have (with one exception) don't bode well for the rest of the release. I suppose I'm compounding this expectation of disappointment by listening to early Blondie, when the group was (IMHO) at its best. "Parallel Lines" is a damn-near perfect album, and remains my go-to choice when I'm in a Blondie mood.

Still, "Parallel Lines" has the song that — again, IMHO — started Blondie's fall from grace. I love "Heart of Glass," but it's massive success changed things forever. Hell, it's often the song that people associate with the group. And I can't blame Blondie for wanting to recreate that success. But that's exactly my point: instead of continuing on with its pseudo punk rock style, Blondie tried more and more (and harder and harder) to recreate the "Heart of Glass" success. The first songs from "Pollinator" struck me as just more of the same music-for-the-passes approach in order to come up with a hit. Someone needs to tell Blondie that you can't please everyone.

Blondie certainly isn't the first group or artist to succumb to this issue. Everyone wants fame and money, after all. But I have to wonder how they lack the self-awareness to figure out why subsequent works which veer wildly from an initial success never quite gel.

Now, Another Hot Guy.