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I ride the Chicago "L" every day and witness non sexual man and woman spreading on every trip. Women tend to sit in one seat, put their purse on the one next to them and if they have a shopping bag and a third seat is free, then they deposit it there. Then, they pull out their cell phones and plug in their headsets so that they can ignore any comments or looks they might receive. And it's usually younger woman who do this. I have been on trains so crowded that you can barely move and still they won't relinquish the 2 seats occupied by their bags.
 
Man spreading is usually a sprawl. The guy slumps down in his seat, spreads his legs, then drapes his arm(s) over adjoining seats. If he has a backpack, that gets deposited on the empty seat next to him but for the most part, it's the full body sprawl that prevents you from taking the seat next to him.
 
I like the signs posted on the trains that say, "Did your purse buy a ticket?" that everybody ignores.

My Beautiful Laundrette is wonderful. It was the first gay film I ever saw in which the gay people were not stereotypes or objects of derision and that made me cry in the dark. When Daniel Day Lewis pushed the Indian guy (can't remember his name - sorry) up against the wall and started making out with him, I almost fainted. What a moment.
 
No one has mentioned In and Out. It's a horrible movie with some truly funny bits. Matt Dillon and Joan Cusack are wonderfully funny, and Debbie Reynolds is a precious hoot. Kline and Selleck are fine, I guess, but I just didn't buy either one of them.

I ride the Chicago "L" every day and witness non sexual man and woman spreading on every trip. Women tend to sit in one seat, put their purse on the one next to them and if they have a shopping bag and a third seat is free, then they deposit it there. Then, they pull out their cell phones and plug in their headsets so that they can ignore any comments or looks they might receive. And it's usually younger woman who do this. I have been on trains so crowded that you can barely move and still they won't relinquish the 2 seats occupied by their bags.
 
Man spreading is usually a sprawl. The guy slumps down in his seat, spreads his legs, then drapes his arm(s) over adjoining seats. If he has a backpack, that gets deposited on the empty seat next to him but for the most part, it's the full body sprawl that prevents you from taking the seat next to him.
 
I like the signs posted on the trains that say, "Did your purse buy a ticket?" that everybody ignores.

The Boathouse Scene. Sigh.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p0wzNZTa6g

The last scene of Maurice when he and Rupert Graves finally find each other in the boathouse is one of the most erotic and romantic gay scenes ever filmed and has become my happy place! I go there whenever I think romance has died.

The last scene of Maurice when he and Rupert Graves finally find each other in the boathouse is one of the most erotic and romantic gay scenes ever filmed and has become my happy place! I go there whenever I think romance has died.

My Beautiful Laundrette is wonderful. It was the first gay film I ever saw in which the gay people were not stereotypes or objects of derision and that made me cry in the dark. When Daniel Day Lewis pushed the Indian guy (can't remember his name - sorry) up against the wall and started making out with him, I almost fainted. What a moment.
 
No one has mentioned In and Out. It's a horrible movie with some truly funny bits. Matt Dillon and Joan Cusack are wonderfully funny, and Debbie Reynolds is a precious hoot. Kline and Selleck are fine, I guess, but I just didn't buy either one of them.

The last scene of Maurice when he and Rupert Graves finally find each other in the boathouse is one of the most erotic and romantic gay scenes ever filmed and has become my happy place! I go there whenever I think romance has died.

The Boathouse Scene. Sigh.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p0wzNZTa6g

The Boathouse Scene. Sigh.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p0wzNZTa6g

The last scene of Maurice when he and Rupert Graves finally find each other in the boathouse is one of the most erotic and romantic gay scenes ever filmed and has become my happy place! I go there whenever I think romance has died.

The Boathouse Scene. Sigh.
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0p0wzNZTa6g

The last scene of Maurice when he and Rupert Graves finally find each other in the boathouse is one of the most erotic and romantic gay scenes ever filmed and has become my happy place! I go there whenever I think romance has died.

The last scene of Maurice when he and Rupert Graves finally find each other in the boathouse is one of the most erotic and romantic gay scenes ever filmed and has become my happy place! I go there whenever I think romance has died.

Iwas in JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR at the Palace in London. So glad it's on your list! Magical professional experience.

Iwas in JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR at the Palace in London. So glad it's on your list! Magical professional experience.

My young niece who is in drama school is coming for a visit, and so I'm getting out old programs and playbills to share with her as one of her subjects is Theatre History and she wants to do some research. I'm 64 and trained for the theatre in London from 1970 to 1972, then embarked on a long and really fascinating career all over the world. The theatre in London was cheap in those days and on nights when I didn't have rehearsals at school, I bolted for the West End to see anything and everything. You could sit in the second balcony (Upper Circle) for 50 pence and with a good pair of opera glasses or binoculars, you didn't miss a thing. The National Theatre was still at the Old Vic as their new facility on the South Bank hadn't yet opened, and the Young Vic was at a smaller theatre also in Waterloo, as I remember. The Royal Shakespare Company played fall and winter seasons at the Aldwych, and they also did performances at a converted train station called the Roundhouse. A lot of the National's and RSC's productions transferred to the West End, so I saw various things by them at the New and Wyndham's. Here's a list of some of the remarkable things I saw.
 
LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT at the New Theatre with Laurence Olivier, Constance Cumming, Ronald Pickup and Dennis Quilly. Unforgettable
THE BEAUX STRATAGEM at the Old Vic with Maggie Smith and Robert Stephens.
TWELFTH NIGHT at the Aldwych with Judi Dench, Donald Sinden and Michael Williams
Peter Brook's A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM at the Aldwych with, among others, Ben Kingsley
ROMEO & JULIET at the Young Vic
TAMING OF THE SHREW at the Young Vic with Jim Dale
THE MAIDS at the Young Vic with an all male cast including Nicki Henson
JUMPERS at the Old Vic with Michael Hordern and Diana Rigg
COMPANY at Her Majesty's with the B'way cast, including Larry Kert and Elaine Stritch
FIDDLER ON THE ROOF at Her Majesty's with Alfie Bass and then Lex Gouldsmit
VIVAT, VIVAT REGINA with Eileen Atkins and Sarah Miles
CHARLEY'S AUNT with Tom Courtenay
SHOWBOAT with Cleo Laine as Julie
WHEN THOU ART KING - Henry IV, Parts 1 and 2, and Henry V in one evening at the Roundhouse with Michael Williams
PETER PAN with Dorothy Tutin at the Coliseum
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS, Bejart ballet with Jorge Donn and Suzanne Farrell at Sadlers Wells
A BEQUEST TO THE NATION at the Haymarket with Zoe Caldwell
A VOYAGE AROUND MY FATHER at the Haymarket with Alec Guiness and then Michael Redgrave
MAN IS MAN at the Royal Court with Georgia Brown
PROMISES, PROMISES at the Prince of Wales with Tony Roberts and Betty Buckley
HOME with Ralph Richardson and John Gielgud
LLOYD GEORGE KNEW MY FATHER at the Savoy with Ralph Richardson and Peggy Ashcroft
CHILD'S PLAY at the Globe (now the Gielgud, I think)
HEDDA GABLER with Maggie Smith directed by Ingmar Bergman at the Old Vic
BUTLEY with Richard Briers
HAIR at the Shafstbury
JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR at the Palace
ABELARD AND HELOISE with Keith Michell and Diana Rigg at the New
GONE WITH THE WIND, the Musical (I'm not kidding!) at the Drury Lane with Harve Presnell as Rhett, June Ritchie as Scarlett and Bessie Love as Aunt Pittypat
 
I'd love to hear from others on their theatregoing experiences, especially Broadway, as I spent so much of my career in Europe and didn't see a lot of the very famous B'way shows unless they transferred overseas.

My young niece who is in drama school is coming for a visit, and so I'm getting out old programs and playbills to share with her as one of her subjects is Theatre History and she wants to do some research. I'm 64 and trained for the theatre in London from 1970 to 1972, then embarked on a long and really fascinating career all over the world. The theatre in London was cheap in those days and on nights when I didn't have rehearsals at school, I bolted for the West End to see anything and everything. You could sit in the second balcony (Upper Circle) for 50 pence and with a good pair of opera glasses or binoculars, you didn't miss a thing. The National Theatre was still at the Old Vic as their new facility on the South Bank hadn't yet opened, and the Young Vic was at a smaller theatre also in Waterloo, as I remember. The Royal Shakespare Company played fall and winter seasons at the Aldwych, and they also did performances at a converted train station called the Roundhouse. A lot of the National's and RSC's productions transferred to the West End, so I saw various things by them at the New and Wyndham's. Here's a list of some of the remarkable things I saw.
 
LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT at the New Theatre with Laurence Olivier, Constance Cumming, Ronald Pickup and Dennis Quilly. Unforgettable
THE BEAUX STRATAGEM at the Old Vic with Maggie Smith and Robert Stephens.
TWELFTH NIGHT at the Aldwych with Judi Dench, Donald Sinden and Michael Williams
Peter Brook's A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM at the Aldwych with, among others, Ben Kingsley
ROMEO & JULIET at the Young Vic
TAMING OF THE SHREW at the Young Vic with Jim Dale
THE MAIDS at the Young Vic with an all male cast including Nicki Henson
JUMPERS at the Old Vic with Michael Hordern and Diana Rigg
COMPANY at Her Majesty's with the B'way cast, including Larry Kert and Elaine Stritch
FIDDLER ON THE ROOF at Her Majesty's with Alfie Bass and then Lex Gouldsmit
VIVAT, VIVAT REGINA with Eileen Atkins and Sarah Miles
CHARLEY'S AUNT with Tom Courtenay
SHOWBOAT with Cleo Laine as Julie
WHEN THOU ART KING - Henry IV, Parts 1 and 2, and Henry V in one evening at the Roundhouse with Michael Williams
PETER PAN with Dorothy Tutin at the Coliseum
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS, Bejart ballet with Jorge Donn and Suzanne Farrell at Sadlers Wells
A BEQUEST TO THE NATION at the Haymarket with Zoe Caldwell
A VOYAGE AROUND MY FATHER at the Haymarket with Alec Guiness and then Michael Redgrave
MAN IS MAN at the Royal Court with Georgia Brown
PROMISES, PROMISES at the Prince of Wales with Tony Roberts and Betty Buckley
HOME with Ralph Richardson and John Gielgud
LLOYD GEORGE KNEW MY FATHER at the Savoy with Ralph Richardson and Peggy Ashcroft
CHILD'S PLAY at the Globe (now the Gielgud, I think)
HEDDA GABLER with Maggie Smith directed by Ingmar Bergman at the Old Vic
BUTLEY with Richard Briers
HAIR at the Shafstbury
JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR at the Palace
ABELARD AND HELOISE with Keith Michell and Diana Rigg at the New
GONE WITH THE WIND, the Musical (I'm not kidding!) at the Drury Lane with Harve Presnell as Rhett, June Ritchie as Scarlett and Bessie Love as Aunt Pittypat
 
I'd love to hear from others on their theatregoing experiences, especially Broadway, as I spent so much of my career in Europe and didn't see a lot of the very famous B'way shows unless they transferred overseas.

My young niece who is in drama school is coming for a visit, and so I'm getting out old programs and playbills to share with her as one of her subjects is Theatre History and she wants to do some research. I'm 64 and trained for the theatre in London from 1970 to 1972, then embarked on a long and really fascinating career all over the world. The theatre in London was cheap in those days and on nights when I didn't have rehearsals at school, I bolted for the West End to see anything and everything. You could sit in the second balcony (Upper Circle) for 50 pence and with a good pair of opera glasses or binoculars, you didn't miss a thing. The National Theatre was still at the Old Vic as their new facility on the South Bank hadn't yet opened, and the Young Vic was at a smaller theatre also in Waterloo, as I remember. The Royal Shakespare Company played fall and winter seasons at the Aldwych, and they also did performances at a converted train station called the Roundhouse. A lot of the National's and RSC's productions transferred to the West End, so I saw various things by them at the New and Wyndham's. Here's a list of some of the remarkable things I saw.
 
LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT at the New Theatre with Laurence Olivier, Constance Cumming, Ronald Pickup and Dennis Quilly. Unforgettable
THE BEAUX STRATAGEM at the Old Vic with Maggie Smith and Robert Stephens.
TWELFTH NIGHT at the Aldwych with Judi Dench, Donald Sinden and Michael Williams
Peter Brook's A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM at the Aldwych with, among others, Ben Kingsley
ROMEO & JULIET at the Young Vic
TAMING OF THE SHREW at the Young Vic with Jim Dale
THE MAIDS at the Young Vic with an all male cast including Nicki Henson
JUMPERS at the Old Vic with Michael Hordern and Diana Rigg
COMPANY at Her Majesty's with the B'way cast, including Larry Kert and Elaine Stritch
FIDDLER ON THE ROOF at Her Majesty's with Alfie Bass and then Lex Gouldsmit
VIVAT, VIVAT REGINA with Eileen Atkins and Sarah Miles
CHARLEY'S AUNT with Tom Courtenay
SHOWBOAT with Cleo Laine as Julie
WHEN THOU ART KING - Henry IV, Parts 1 and 2, and Henry V in one evening at the Roundhouse with Michael Williams
PETER PAN with Dorothy Tutin at the Coliseum
TWILIGHT OF THE GODS, Bejart ballet with Jorge Donn and Suzanne Farrell at Sadlers Wells
A BEQUEST TO THE NATION at the Haymarket with Zoe Caldwell
A VOYAGE AROUND MY FATHER at the Haymarket with Alec Guiness and then Michael Redgrave
MAN IS MAN at the Royal Court with Georgia Brown
PROMISES, PROMISES at the Prince of Wales with Tony Roberts and Betty Buckley
HOME with Ralph Richardson and John Gielgud
LLOYD GEORGE KNEW MY FATHER at the Savoy with Ralph Richardson and Peggy Ashcroft
CHILD'S PLAY at the Globe (now the Gielgud, I think)
HEDDA GABLER with Maggie Smith directed by Ingmar Bergman at the Old Vic
BUTLEY with Richard Briers
HAIR at the Shafstbury
JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR at the Palace
ABELARD AND HELOISE with Keith Michell and Diana Rigg at the New
GONE WITH THE WIND, the Musical (I'm not kidding!) at the Drury Lane with Harve Presnell as Rhett, June Ritchie as Scarlett and Bessie Love as Aunt Pittypat
 
I'd love to hear from others on their theatregoing experiences, especially Broadway, as I spent so much of my career in Europe and didn't see a lot of the very famous B'way shows unless they transferred overseas.

I watched the second episode of the new season of The Great British Baking Show on Friday night and was once again completely hypnotized. Nothing much happens. The contestants bake 3 recipes, they're judged by Mary and Paul, somebody gets Star Baker, somebody goes home, and I'm totally addicted. Maybe it's that there are no ridiculous "celebrity chefs" running around giving orders, they don't pull sheep's ball out of a mystery basket from which they're supposed to make an appetizer, they don't tell nauseating anecdotes about their dog's death, or soppy stories about Granma making brownies - they just bake, wait for the results, and then it's on to the next challenge. Paul and Mary don't go on and on when they're tasting. They take a nibble and then say something like, "It has a good bake," "Nice color", "Good crunch" or "It's raw in the middle. I think it needed another 5 minutes" or "What a shame it didn't turn out better". There's no blathering from either one of them. They taste. They comment. They move on. The show's filmed in a tent. There's no mansion in the Hamptons, loft in Manhattan, or seaside villa in Italy. It's a fuckin' tent.
 
I guess I've answered my own question. The show's good because it's about what it's about - baking. No frills, no fits, no fuss. I wish MY life were that simple.

You're absolutely right. I got carried away and became way too vitriolic. My sentiments haven't changed but my choice of words is very poor. Thanks for pointing it out. I'm usually much classier than that! But she just had me hopping mad!!!

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

A former Playboy Playmate could possibly face jail time for posting a picture of an older naked woman in a gym locker room on Snapchat with a caption to the effect, "I can't unsee this!". Per the news, she has been banned from all L.A. Fitness gyms and charges against her are being considered.
 
This is all so sad. When are we, both gay and straight people, going to stop entitling the very young and super attractive? Ryan Lochte perpetrates a criminal hoax in Rio but is now a contestant on Dancing with the Stars. It's a dubious honor, of course, but he's getting a pass for a shameful act. This bleached blond, silicone breasted bimbo at the gym takes a secret shot of an older lady changing in the locker room and then sends it out as though it were shameful to be old and at the gym, and she's going to get a huge chunk of free publicity even though it's pretty much negative. She thinks being old is shameful. I kind of think hanging your twat out for all to see in the pages of a men's magazine, as she has done, is kind of shameful too, but that's just me.
 
I'm a 64 year old professional dancer, still working. In fact, I open in a major revival of a musical tomorrow night. I take 4 to 5 classes a week. I'm 5'10", 155 pounds and in excellent shape. But I'm still 64 years old. My hair is very gray, I have lines around my mouth, a couple of bags under the eyes, and age spots on my arms and legs. For about the last 10 years, I've stopped taking showers or changing clothes in public locker or dressing rooms because I've seen the looks from the younger dancers, and heard the remarks, most of them along the lines of "People should know when to retire." Or "They should have classes just for the old guys." What I want to say to them is "Are you in a show at the moment? I am." or "Have you danced on Broadway? I've done 6 musicals in new York." or "Got your union card? I've had mine since 1959." But that's pompous, arrogant and mean and I don't want to go there, as tempting as it is!
 
What I would like to say to them and to the bitch who shuddered at the sight of an older woman at the gym is this: You'll be that age someday and no facelift, boob job, botox injection or hair dye will stop the process of time. And it feels like it happens in an instant. One day you're 34, and the next day you're 64. It happens, God willing, to everybody and you should be very grateful that you get the chance to age. And when you do, I hope you can drag your droopy ass and pendulous tits to the gym the way that lady you victimized did.
 
I have an 82 year old friend who hasn't been to a pool or a beach in 20 years because he's ashamed of his aging body. That's what cunts like the Playmate this morning do to people by being so callous about a normal process - they make people feel that they no longer have any right to exist after 40. That somehow a body that is no longer young but that has done its duty - given life, given love, worked, played, been sexual - is now past its sell by date and doesn't have the right to be seen in public. I am irate about this incident. This young woman's face is all over t.v. and the internet at the moment and I want to smack her into Tuesday, as my ancient father used to say. We HAVE to stop this ageism. We were all young once and we'll all be old someday and there is NO SHAME in any of it. I hope that old lady goes to the gym every day, just as I go to dance class, and I hope she continues to change in the locker room. I might even give up my misplaced shame now and start doing the same. I have a fantasy of standing naked in the changing room and saying to the young guys who think I should be invisible, 'Here's your future, fellas. Enjoy."

You're absolutely right. I got carried away and became way too vitriolic. My sentiments haven't changed but my choice of words is very poor. Thanks for pointing it out. I'm usually much classier than that! But she just had me hopping mad!!!