Hula Queens

I was flipping lazily through the cable channels last night when I came across the Oahu Public TV, where they were showing what looked like the LGBTA parade through Honolulu (Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, Transexuals, and Allies I do believe). They were showing a festival, and I was very fascinated to see what at first looked like female hawaiian dancers walking on stage. Further observation revealed that they were all in fact very much male, despite their graceful grass skirts, soft gathered tops, and long flowing hair. They all chanted in unison, and soon the drum beat began and they were whirling and swaying their hula. It wasn't as hesitant or as soft as the other dancers I've seen. They were GOOD. Not glamorous like the drag queens you usually see in the media. They were just beautiful. So, I've seen my first hula queens. . .who'd have guessed?

Later on I found myself transfixed watching "Sorority Girls" on MTV. Ok, I know what you're thinking. The title brings certain images to mind. Basically it's a RealWorld version of pledging. . . but it's a bit more than that. It really seems to capture just how rough the popularity contest can be when you're a girl, how mean we really can be to one another. At times it's just horrible, watching the girls form tight cliques and excluding others. I couldn't stop watching the show, because man, I've been there. It was like being transported back to sixth grade and beyond. You get the luxury of watching the plotting, the secrets, and the rare moments of true fun that are so often a part of being girlfriends. Man. If you're a girl, I'd recommend watching it. If you're a guy. . . I just don't know what you'd think!

Today is a slow slow slow day. And to boot I'm getting drowsy from staying up late to watch the show. And tonight there's Witchblade to look forward to! JOY! And Carl should be gone, so now the house is MINE!!!