Loads of tributes to the late and well-loved Patrick Swaze are swirling around the interwebs, all shiny and pirouhette-y and full of that special energy he seemed to have. And these tributes are so very appropriate -- this is a man who was a spectacular performer, a respectable professional, and an honorable yet down-to-earth guy off-stage and off-screen. How great that we're celebrating him.

Some of these tributes are pretty conventional and expected, and some are slightly elevated. And then there's this one.



THAT'S a celebration. THAT'S the sort of tribute I want when I succomb to Death's enveloping embrace. It made me laugh, cry, dance, and stand still in awe.

If you've never seen To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar, I can't recommend it strongly enough. It really is a good movie, and not just because I'm all over anything that's got a clear antidiscrimination message.

Celebrate life. Celebrate diversity. Dance for any damned reason -- every reason, if you're doing it right! And embrace whatever form of beauty that is true to you, without compromise.

Dancing in drag with wild abandon,
rebecca.

 

Labels: death, equality, movie, music, performance, rebecca, video

If you've been reading this blog for the past year and a half, then you may already know how I feel about flash mobs.

If you're new (or need a reminder), this is how I feel: I. LOVE!!!!! FLASH MOBS.

What's a flash mob?? It's wacky good fun. Occasionally it can also be a political or sociological statement, but in the case I present below, I leave you to make your own determination.



Priceless.

As opposed to shopping in fancy (albeit warehouse-y) Sunset Boulevard shops, which would be "PriceY".

wondering if I have enough gold lame for my own pants,
rebecca.

PS -- Watch for the guy in the headband. He made me HOWL.

 

Labels: funny, performance, public art, rebecca, video