She's written a letter to Daddy.

The reason why I don't watch American Idol is because I think that anyone who has the guts to sing in front of an audience deserves my support. But there's always an exception to every rule, and this super creepy song from "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" is it. It made me think about my own issues with mental illness. I really have very little patience for mental illness, and maybe I should work on that.

Or maybe not.

Nobody chaperones the chaperone. That's why I'm so right for this job.

After all the ranting and raving in recent posts about homohaters, I thought we needed to lighten up a bit for a second. We must, lest we all develop high blood pressure.

I was delighted to see Jane Russell attending the Academy Awards this year. She does look like one of the Golden Girls, with that comfy pants suit and big beaded tunic coat, but at her age I'm willing to cut her some slack.

This is what a real movie star looks like, ladies and gentlemen. I hope that gaggle of emaciated Katie Holmes wanna-bes are watching. Take notes, ladies.