The Comment Awards Are Shipping Paris and Cara

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Hi, loves! Have you snuggled a dog, cat, or chinchilla of your choice yet today? You might want to do that right now. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

This week, Kat Sandoval came out as bisexual on Madam Secretary, and Carmen was wowed.

Brittney did not keep her New Year’s Resolutions.

One Day At A Time has been renewed! A Rita Moreno upon us all!

This essay from Renee was SO GOOD: Carrying Heavy Shit: Teaching and Unteaching Gender in the Wilderness.

Kayla’s in love with curling, and we’re all in love with Kayla!

This 30 Days of Carol Trivia Quiz was very, very hard, and I flunked it very badly. (But you’ll love it!)

100 of My Favorite Poets For Your Survival Pack. I love the idea of a poetry survival pack so, so much.

And then there were your comments!


On 30 Days of Carol: Day 13 – Looks Directed at the Men of Carol, Ranked By Contempt:

The Game of Gloves Award to Rous Rose and Kristana:

Rous: Poster from Game of Thrones, Altered to include gloves / Kristana: Gif of Khaleesi saying "yes, all men must die. But we are not all men."

On Y’All Need Help #22: Spring Cleaning Part 1:

The You Do You Award to Creatrix Tiara:

Q5: Even when I have a “gay haircut” I still get read as straight (probably because the idea of a queer brown person is unthinkable) so I’m VERY VERY SALTY about the whole “queer markers” thing. Do what you want with your hair. People who are going to give you shit for not “looking gay enough” aren’t worth hanging around.

On Autostraddle March Madness — Best First Kiss: Round One, Pt. 2 (Drama Faves vs. Sci-Fi/Fantasy Babes):

The Voter Fraud Award to Rous Rose:

If I ugly cry tears of joy when voting for Petra and JR, it automatically registers as twenty votes, yes?

On 30 Days of Carol: Day 22 – Guess Who’s Unimpressed by Carol:

The Rootabaga Award to kay:

It’s all fun and gaymes until this little girl, perhaps decade later, realizes Cate is her root.

On 30 Days of Carol: Day 23 – Carol Miscellanies:

The Fanfic Of Our Own Award to Snaelle and Amidola:

Snaelle: Who else has the feeling after watching that video that Rooney Mara spends her time looking for other opportunities to work with Cate, checking social media to see what she’s up to, rereading the handful of messages on her phone from Cate and wondering if it would be weird to send a cute/funny follow-up to one of them, and telling herself that Cate and she shared a real connection, but Cate is just extremely busy (whilst she opens a bottle of wine/ jar of icecream/ new box of tissues and rewatches certain scenes with Cate for “acting research”). / Amidola: Once in a while, when they happen to be in the same town, they go out for coffee and R pretends that her whole world doesn’t hinge on these couple of days out of the entire year. Nothing spectacular ever happens, but then it takes her months to get Cate‘s laugh out of her head, the way the wind catches in her hair out of her mind, and just when she thinks she‘s over it, there‘s another gala, another awards show, and there she‘ll be again, with the gait of a lioness in 6 inch heels, towering above everyone else, lighting up the entire room, and it is during those times, that R wonders if life isn’t just a wonderful and terrible merger of art and reality. / She’s automatically defensive when the subject of Cate comes up, insisting that they have a casual, great friendship, and feel so comfortable and relaxed when they see each other. At 3 a.m. however she finds herself angrily asking questions to a blank wall like “Why did you suggest going out for coffee to continue our conversion and then turn up with Todd? Why didn’t you respond when I sent you a heartfelt message of support on the day your headache prevented you filming? Did you even really have a headache?” And then she feels guilty, because after all Cate’s a really good friend who just needs the support of friends who care and get her. And then she stays awake for the rest of the night, trying unsuccessfully not to think at all.

She’s automatically defensive when the subject of Cate comes up, insisting that they have a casual, great friendship, and feel so comfortable and relaxed when they see each other. At 3 a.m. however she finds herself angrily asking questions to a blank wall like “Why did you suggest going out for coffee to continue our conversion and then turn up with Todd? Why didn’t you respond when I sent you a heartfelt message of support on the day your headache prevented you filming? Did you even really have a headache?” And then she feels guilty, because after all Cate’s a really good friend who just needs the support of friends who care and get her. And then she stays awake for the rest of the night, trying unsuccessfully not to think at all.

On Paris Jackson and Cara Delevingne’s ALLEGED Relationship Is Honestly the Highlight of My Year:

The Sorry Ms. Jackson Award to Al, Stef and Denise:

Al: Is Cara giving herself up by calling Janet, Miss Jackson? / Stef: i’m sorry ms jackson HOOOOO i am for reeeeal / Denise: Embracing her nasty.

On 30 Days of Carol: Day 25 – Cracking the Code on These Two New York Lesbians:

The Time Turner Award to Isabel:

Image of a vintage album cover - singer is holding the same cover and it loops forever

And on Autostraddle March Madness — Best First Kiss: Sweet 16:

The WaySuprised Award to Catherine:

honestly, anyone who votes for Piper and Alex over Petra and JR in this round should be banned from Autostraddle. THERE ARE LIMITS TO WHAT WE CAN ACCEPT HERE. (I now know what Heather Hogan was subtweeting)


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26 Comments

  1. Sailing on a ship of their combined imagination, snaelle reflects that amidola’s amusing Rooney-Blanchett musings have floated all kinds of fictional journeys in her brain, and hopes that any further encounters betwixt the two actors would not be a titanic mistake, leaving them sunk for words.

    I tip my fictional hat at your writing skills amidola!

    • As do I mine at yours!
      For a moment there, I was hovering by the door, having already mapped out the next chapter of our voyage, but then decided to at least be marginally on time to whatever I meant to be off to, and did not reply.
      Alas, a choice I do continue to regret!
      It’s been such a pleasure!

      • P.S.:
        This one‘s for you, S.

        There are times, and they are not few, she tends to choose indie movies above blockbusters after all, when she‘s stuck in small towns all over the world.
        The danger of those towns lies not in their remoteness, or even the narrow,slippery roads or treacherous rocks, but in their loneliness.
        Left to themselves amongst a gaggle of locals who usually are polite and friendly just enough to take their money and serve their food, the crew and cast are left to themselves in the off hours.
        And that’s where Rooney finds herself at these times, amidst strangers that are suspiciously like family for a few weeks.
        She is stuck amidst their laughter and jokes that she smiles at, joins conversations quietly, often with an agreeing nod, and incorporates herself seamlessly.
        That is, until everyone leaves their raucous evenings to go home.
        Because on the days that they are not filming, and especially the days that they will not be filming the morning after, she simply remains.
        At bars and pubs and restaurants and inns.
        She just does not leave when the first throng does and neither when the second one does, and when the last familiar faces leave to go to bed, they are usually too drunk to notice,that she’s still there, sitting quietly at a bar made of chrome or wood.
        She‘ll be looking at her phone then,carefully locked and blocked with a million safety measures before they headed out that evening, because she’s afraid, that the alcohol will make her type words, will make her type questions, one night.
        So instead of picking it up, she‘ll simply look at it, look at the time and date and calculate time zone differences.
        She‘ll look at it and count hours and days, and she wonders, if maybe, someday, Todd will talk to her about another project.
        If there will be another world, magically inserted into this one, for just a few weeks, just a few days, where she gets to be someone else, where they get to be different people, together, again.

  2. Not gonna lie – I literally have no idea what you all are talking about half the time.

    Camp will mostly likely be me quietly relaxing by the fire, nodding politely in-between muttering awkward musings in random places: “Oh – I’m wearing shoes… they uh, have laces” — all the while desperately trying to keep from blushing and reveal my secret queer crushes.

    I wouldn’t have it any other way ^_^ You all made this possible.

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