Me too! I used to watch Gidget, Dick Van Dyke and Dobie Gillis and all the beach party movies. I also fully expected to live that life even though I was a kid in the 70’s surrounded by macrame , free range parenting & convenience foods and didn’t know a single woman who dressed or behaved remotely like that.

Mmmmmm, condensed chalky vomit all over your button mushrooms!

She “started” long before that. She says offensive crazy stuff from time time and blames it on mental illnesses. Why her illnesses never cause her to say crazy, but inoffensive stuff, I don’t know, because I’m not a psychiatrist. My favorite was that Obama was engaging in “lesbian sexual trysts,” because what would…

I prefer whatever helps trans people, because they’re real people rather than objects for our mindless, fetishistic consumption.

Oh, Helena - that “lie down on the kitchen floor for a nap” was already in the 1950s version.

WHY is this a thing? My magical era was straight out of the late 1950s/early 1960s. I wasn’t even born until 1960! My sister and I even used to read 1950s teen romances, and couldn’t wait for sock hops, high school sororities, Dads cooking wienies at the Hi-Y (whatever that was), and wearing a boy’s ID bracelet. We…

WOAHHHHHH WHAT?! When did this happen?

My brother did that at the dinner table when my mother forced him to eat one pea...ONE PEA. Guess who never had to eat sweet peas ever again?

all the stars for this one. Trans people are people, not simply their transition.

I wanna come over yo your ideal hostess event for fondue in my toreador pants and slides and a beaded sleeveless shell. The way the Petries entertained on “The Dick Van Dyke Show” is my lifelong ideal. Sunken living room, low slung mid-century furniture and everyone performs a little schtick while we drink to hilarity.

I drink evaporated milk in my coffee too! Cafe Bustello with raw sugar and Carnation. Yum.

I will eat stuff with dairy in it. I live on cheese, for example. Frankly, cheese is the only decent thing that dairy does. But just drinking milk is just crazypants to me. The smell, the texture, blech.

I was the “won’t drink my milk problem.” You couldn’t get milk down my throat with a funnel and a set of restraints. But for some reason everyone “needed” to have at least a glass of milk every damn day.

My mom tried to make me drink it with dinner exactly once. Then I projectile vomited all over her like Regan and her pea soup in “The Exorcist”, and it never happened again. Milk is disgusting.

I wanted them to stay and explore this moment—explore the cost of womanhood and the way that simply dressing in female clothing (at this point in the film, Lili still predominantly presents as male) takes away a person’s basic right to accept and decline.

I’m confused as to your point. Many transwomen do not feel that they are living in the correct body, which is why they have gender conformation surgery. I think maybe you need to do a little more reading.

It would depend on the individual trans woman, to be honest. Not that, you know, any trans women were asked to play the role, mind you.

She died trying to accomplish what she desperately wanted. It’s tragic, but she was happy I think, I think i would be too in her shoes back then. I would be torn, as I would bet she was, the reward for achieving that goal is monumental,but so is the risk.

Speaking as a trans woman myself, I’m kind of disgusted by this film, and how much they’re patting themselves on the back. There were hardly any paid trans people involved in the making of the film, and all of the consultants that Redmayne used to understand what being trans is (he even admits he had no clue when he…

I think it is well documented that Romans often assigned legions raised from one province to far flung regions (so less likely to be involved in rebellion where loyalties might be divided). Always felt sorry for the folks used to much more hospitable climates being sent to Britain. We have soldier letters asking for…