The One About Wonder Woman and My Lesbian Card
Seriously, this time they're going to take my Lesbian Card. I nearly lost it a decade ago when I expressed an utter disdain for "The L Word". I redeemed myself on that one when Jenny Schecter became annoying to everyone, Betty's theme song grated, and a convention of Shane wanna-bes began showing up at lesbian bars around the country. "Yeah, you know," the Lesbo Powers-That-Be said, "Stacee's been kind of right all along. Let's give her a pass." So, yep, I still have my Lesbian Card. For now. That's fixin' to change here in a hot minute when I post this blog. You see, I'm taking on "Wonder Woman" (the movie, not Gal Gadot or Lynda Carter, though meeting them for coffee could be fun). I'm about to engage in Lesbian Blasphemy at its best, my friends. I'm not going to come away clean. And not surprisingly, it doesn't bother me in the least. Women, in general, LIKE ass-kicking chick flicks. Dykes, on the othe