First, I apologize for being neglectful of you, dear readers, and to this special virtual space where we celebrate the lesbians. Please don't stray. I promise never again to have a prolonged absence. To make it up to you, today we will discuss Téa Leoni. Why do we not think of this handsome specimen as often as we should? To be clear, she is by all accounts a heterosexual female. But, ahh, a handsome one with a boyish gait and husky voice. Quite honestly, the golfing, surfing, and
overall tomboy quality she exudes does get a read on the gaydar. And she's got some brains, if her preppie pedigree is any indication. Brearley, Putney, Sarah Lawrence. She is often the best part of otherwise disappointing films (i.e.:
Spanglish), and she deserves so much better than a cheating husband. But that's really none of my business.
So what brings Téa Leoni to mind? I was not feeling well one recent late afternoon—I blame a meeting earlier that day with the director of assessment during which we were to begin analyzing my outcomes data (hold on, I feel the migraine returning...)—and stumbled upon the Woody Allen film
Hollywood Ending.
I have seen most of Woody's films more than once, but this one had escaped me. It was actually good, for a late-era Woody Allen film. You know,
I like his earlier, funny films (that's from
Stardust Memories, just to demonstrate my Woody Allen cred). (And I hope you know I'm kidding. Some of his recent films have been very, very good.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona.) In any case, the film healed me in no small part because of Téa Leoni striding around in her butch pantsuits and beautiful shirts. The woman has the stature of an athlete. She's just gorgeous. I confess, she reminded me of my beloved. And come to think of it, Woody Allen is fairly reliable with beautiful women who have lesbian appeal.
Meryl Streep as his fierce lesbian ex-wife in
Manhattan (
"You knew my history when you married me.") Dianne Wiest as angry Holly in
Hannah and Her Sisters. Diane Keaton in general.
First, I apologize for being neglectful of you, dear readers, and to this special virtual space where we celebrate the lesbians. Please don't stray. I promise never again to have a prolonged absence. To make it up to you, today we will discuss Téa Leoni. Why do we not think of this handsome specimen as often as we should? To be clear, she is by all accounts a heterosexual female. But, ahh, a handsome one with a boyish gait and husky voice. Quite honestly, the golfing, surfing, and overall tomboy quality she exudes does get a read on the gaydar. And she's got some brains, if her preppie pedigree is any indication. Brearley, Putney, Sarah Lawrence. She is often the best part of otherwise disappointing films (i.e.: Spanglish), and she deserves so much better than a cheating husband. But that's really none of my business.
So what brings Téa Leoni to mind? I was not feeling well one recent late afternoon—I blame a meeting earlier that day with the director of assessment during which we were to begin analyzing my outcomes data (hold on, I feel the migraine returning...)—and stumbled upon the Woody Allen film Hollywood Ending.
I have seen most of Woody's films more than once, but this one had escaped me. It was actually good, for a late-era Woody Allen film. You know, I like his earlier, funny films (that's from Stardust Memories, just to demonstrate my Woody Allen cred). (And I hope you know I'm kidding. Some of his recent films have been very, very good. Vicky Cristina Barcelona.) In any case, the film healed me in no small part because of Téa Leoni striding around in her butch pantsuits and beautiful shirts. The woman has the stature of an athlete. She's just gorgeous. I confess, she reminded me of my beloved. And come to think of it, Woody Allen is fairly reliable with beautiful women who have lesbian appeal. Meryl Streep as his fierce lesbian ex-wife in Manhattan ("You knew my history when you married me.") Dianne Wiest as angry Holly in Hannah and Her Sisters. Diane Keaton in general. 
