In light of recent events, I have decided that I am Tony Randall and Vivian Vance. And I am sick of it. Those of you who do not know who Tony Randall was, either are seven years old, are senile, or have been cloistered away in some temple where no mention of sixties pop culture or television are allowed. Tony Randall was an actor who probably most popularly known as Felix Unger on the TV series The Odd Couple. I related to this character because he was fastidiously neat, and as we all know all gay men are anal…well, at least when it comes to neatness. He was also in a short run series called Love, Sidney. I related to the title character in this show, well duh, cuz he was gay. As I said, recently I have come to identify with a different side of Tony. That would be as Rock Hudson's best pal in movies like Pillow Talk, Lover Come Back, and Send Me No Flowers. And Vivian Vance, for the same reason. And if you don't know who Vivian is, you should be shot…You see, they were sidekicks, supporting players. Oh yes, they had their days in the sun and their moments to shine above, but their endings aren't really happy endings… they're just sorta neutral endings. They never ended up walking into the sunset with the leading man (or getting the girl, as the case may be). But they're sharp as a tack (UGH how old am I ?), and are always good for comic relief. And there is nothing really wrong with that I guess, but my question is, how do you live your life knowing you'll always be Ethel or Jonathan? How do you deal with knowing that even trying your hardest will only get you that one special episode that focuses on you, YOUR moment in the sun? That's a wonderful thing to have and certainly should be celebrated, but in some ways is even worse. Because when the credits roll, you go back to being support, back into the shade.
Things that Rock:
Kharma
Good surprises
Arugula Salad with steak tips
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