Tilda Swinton has spoken fondly about her cosmic connection with David Bowie, the late rock star with whom she collaborated in 2013, and to whom she bears a striking resemblance.
“He just looked like me, and looked like someone from the same planet as I did,” Swinton told the Daily Beast in 2014.
A Gallup poll reveals that 51 percent of Americans find homosexuality immoral.
And beamed onto television screens across this recession-plagued nation, from a fledging cable channel known as MTV, a diminutive man sporting a purple trenchcoat, mascara, heels, and the most lascivious smile this side of Rhett Butler gyrates on a soundstage, singing an innuendo-drenched song called “Little Red Corvette.” His name is Prince, and he’s come for your children.
The Equal Rights Amendment once again fails to be ratified, thanks in large part to Phyllis Schlafly and the religious right.
Ronald Reagan is in his second year as the president who will have waited until 21,000 Americans have died of AIDS before discussing it in a speech.
The women you're about to meet have derived their everlasting power from one place over the past fifty years: the land of rock. They came to us with their guitars and their pianos and their voices.
Mosshart rocks the alluring androgyny embraced by the worlds of high fashion and punk rock alike, with a stage presence evoking a heroin-chic model fighting off Hemingway-caliber detox shakes.
— Beth Ditto is the prime dark-horse candidate on lists like this, but what's perhaps most appealing about her, oddly, is the strong sense that she hates lists like this and generally could not care less about her perceived sexiness.
I hadn't seen Sarah Marshal, so I had no idea what that was all about.
But, reviews were good and I thought, hey, what the heck.