I am not a good chef. I’m just not. I enjoy food, a lot. But my culinary expertise pretty much stops at “How do you like your eggs?” (Though, I am good at eggs. So, you know, feel free to stay for breakfast.) Still I do love watching other people cook, especially if those other people are hot ladies. So on this day of feasting in the United States, here is one of my favorite cooking scene pretty much ever. If learning to cook was always like this, I’d be well on my way to being a master chef. Happy Thanksgiving, all. p.s. The only way that scene could have been better is if they kissed at the end, like they clearly wanted to. Idgie and Ruth, my first OTP.
So, on Friday, I wrote a strongly worded letter to Florida telling them to stick their tax credit ban on movies with gay characters where the Sunshine State don’t shine. In the process of writing that post, I started thinking about my favorite movies with gay characters. And, because I still couldn’t shake the Florida thing, I also started thinking about the time while driving down to the Sunshine State I made a special pit stop in Juliette, GA to visit the Whistle Stop Café. And that’s where the gay characters/Florida connection all came together and I started to think about “Fried Green Tomatoes.” Convoluted? Yes. Just how my brain works? You betcha.
Now, I know I’m not alone in the soft, warm spot I have in my heart for this film. I claim it as one of ours, even though the movie never explicitly spells it out. (The book, naturally, is a tad more direct.) So Idgie and Ruth will always be one of my favorite lesbian movie couples. Always. I can quote whole swaths of it verbatim. I’m sure you can, too. How about we quote some together?
Now, little tomboy Idgie Threadgoode is adorable. And then older tomboy Idgie is pretty cute, too. But things really don’t get good until Idgie tells Ruth never. And as we all know, you never say never to Ruth Jamison. And then, then we get to the bees.
“You’re just a bee charmer, Idgie Threadgoode. That’s what you are, a bee charmer.”To this day, I think one of the highest complements you can give a gal is to call her a bee charmer.
Idgie: “You’re gettin’ married?” Ruth: “As soon as the summer’s over... Oh, am I gonna miss you.”
Good God, if you can’t read that subtext you are beyond help.
“If you ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.”All valiant butches will be judged against the valor of this moment. Also, this outfit. Thank you, Mary Stuart Masterson.
“She’s trying to teach me how to cook!”
My first girlfriend and I would quote this scene back and forth. I still can’t cook, but we sure had some fun trying.
“Believe me when I tell you, I don't want you to move out.”This is maintext, people. MAINTEXT.
“Go on you ol’ Bee Charmer, tell me a good tall tale.”This always makes me weepy. I even get a little melancholy sometimes looking at ducks on a lake. I am, however, very happy that Mary-Louise Parker has progressed to the point in her career where she no longer has to die heroically in every movie.
So, there you have it, a lovely jaunt down memory lane courtesy the idiot legislators in Florida. But remember, Florida, if you won’t listen to reason, there is always Towanda.
You remember back in the day when radio DJs would actually take live calls from listeners and give long, involved dedications (the more civilized precursor to the shout out)? Well, this is the blog equivalent. This one goes out to tweetbian extraordinaire and Show Us Your Cocktails champ @TruMischief. Me and my friend Mary-Louise Parker (above) want to give her heart a nice big jolt before she goes in for surgery on it Thursday. So (said in my best Casey Kasem voice) gather around, dolls and dudes, and listen look close. This next song post is a special request for TruMischief and all the TruMischiefs out there who like gals, who like tank tops and who really like gals in tank tops together. DJ, drop the needle.
Rachel BilsonIs it wrong that I always confuse her with Mila Kunis?
Erin KellyCatholic school girl uniform or tank top? Either way, you win.
Anna TorvMy favorite things-that-go-bump-in-the-night-chasing FBI agent since Scully.
Mary McCormackShe makes me want to volunteer for Witness Protection.
Elizabeth MitchellThis is really more of a cap sleeve, but I’ll give it a pass because the women got to roll around naked with Angelina Jolie.
Sara RamirezShe hit the trifecta with a tank top, ball cap and gay BFF
Mary Stuart MastersonBack in 1987, you knew with all of your little gay heart that Watts was a big honking lesbian. And, don’t lie, you totally fantasized about her and Lea Thompson making out.
I am not a good chef. I’m just not. I enjoy food, a lot. But my culinary expertise pretty much stops at “How do you like your eggs?” (Though, I am good at eggs. So, you know, feel free to stay for breakfast.) Still I do love watching other people cook, especially if those other people are hot ladies. So on this day of feasting in the United States, here is one of my favorite cooking scene pretty much ever. If learning to cook was always like this, I’d be well on my way to being a master chef. Happy Thanksgiving, all.
