Speaking of awkward questions...
Second Lady and paragon of virtue Lynne Cheney was interviewed on Fresh Air with Terry Gross today. I didn't get to hear the whole thing, but I did catch the fun bit.
Cheney, who seems to fancy herself a historian, was there to sell her new children's book about Washington crossing the Delaware. Terry Gross had a slightly different idea of what to talk about, however.
When Terry asked Cheney about her views on gay marriage, Cheney was steadfast in refusing to take the bait. As I was listening, I kept shouting at the radio, "Ask her about Sisters! Damnit, ask her!" -- though I would have bet long green that Cheney's advance people had laid down strict guidelines before they agreed to the appearance. And I saw exactly zero chance they would agree to questions about Cheney's 1981 girl-on-girl bodice ripper.
She asked anyway.
I can't remember the exact question Terry asked, but there's no question that Cheney categorically denied that there was even a single lesbian character in the book. Terry let the claim slide because she said she had not read the long-out-of-print and suprressed book.
What a shame that her staff never headed over to www.whitehouse.org, which has posted some of the racy bits. And so I quote:
The women who embraced in the wagon were Adam and Eve crossing a dark cathedral stage -- no, Eve and Eve, loving one another as they would not be able to once they ate of the fruit and knew themselves as they truly were. She felt curiously moved, curiously envious of them. She had never to this moment thought Eden a particularly attractive paradise, based as it was on naivete', but she saw that the women in the cart had a passionate, loving intimacy forever closed to her. How strong it made them. What comfort it gave.
And there is this missive from one female character to another:
Let us go away together, away from the anger and imeratives of men. We shall find ourselves a secluded bower where they dare not venture. There will only be the two of us, and we shall linger through long afternoons of sweet retirement. In the evenings I shall read to you while you work your cross-stitch in the firelight. And then we shall go to bed, our bed, my dearest girl...
Read it yourself here.
No wonder fictional reporter Jeff Gannon fit in -- there seems to be deep institutional support for denying homosexuality in all forms in the Bush White House, even among fictional characters.
Cheney, who seems to fancy herself a historian, was there to sell her new children's book about Washington crossing the Delaware. Terry Gross had a slightly different idea of what to talk about, however.
When Terry asked Cheney about her views on gay marriage, Cheney was steadfast in refusing to take the bait. As I was listening, I kept shouting at the radio, "Ask her about Sisters! Damnit, ask her!" -- though I would have bet long green that Cheney's advance people had laid down strict guidelines before they agreed to the appearance. And I saw exactly zero chance they would agree to questions about Cheney's 1981 girl-on-girl bodice ripper.
She asked anyway.
I can't remember the exact question Terry asked, but there's no question that Cheney categorically denied that there was even a single lesbian character in the book. Terry let the claim slide because she said she had not read the long-out-of-print and suprressed book.
What a shame that her staff never headed over to www.whitehouse.org, which has posted some of the racy bits. And so I quote:
The women who embraced in the wagon were Adam and Eve crossing a dark cathedral stage -- no, Eve and Eve, loving one another as they would not be able to once they ate of the fruit and knew themselves as they truly were. She felt curiously moved, curiously envious of them. She had never to this moment thought Eden a particularly attractive paradise, based as it was on naivete', but she saw that the women in the cart had a passionate, loving intimacy forever closed to her. How strong it made them. What comfort it gave.
And there is this missive from one female character to another:
Let us go away together, away from the anger and imeratives of men. We shall find ourselves a secluded bower where they dare not venture. There will only be the two of us, and we shall linger through long afternoons of sweet retirement. In the evenings I shall read to you while you work your cross-stitch in the firelight. And then we shall go to bed, our bed, my dearest girl...
Read it yourself here.
No wonder fictional reporter Jeff Gannon fit in -- there seems to be deep institutional support for denying homosexuality in all forms in the Bush White House, even among fictional characters.
posted by bluememe at 2/09/2005
2 Comments:
And, "Do you think writing lezzie porn helps?"
Lynn is used to a little heat. In fact, her high school cheerleading days she would twirl her batons. But not just any batons, these were lit afire by jock boyfriend, Dick Cheney himself. They were some pair - his pre-heart attack days and her fiery twirling batons. Is it any wonder she wrote about lesbians. Ahhh .... America!
Post a Comment
<< Home