Two Ladies in Waiting

I love Mo.  I love Mo more than I’ve ever loved anyone before, or ever will again.

But I do enjoy a good girl crush. 

(So does Mo, by the way.  Not to question her devotion to the Olympic sport of women’s beach volleyball or anything, but I think her dedication might have had something to do with more prurient pursuits.  What clued me in was the time we watched the American women hug after a win, and Mo started yelling at the TV, “Make out!  Make out now!  Now, start making out!  Kiss her!  Make out with her!”)

These volleyball ladies are not my crush, although I will certainly confess that it is clearly my favorite Olympic sport.  No, my crush is International Superstar Erin Burnett. 

Here’s Erin:

I crush her.  I crush that she went to Williams, I crush that she’s so smart, I crush that I can find no reports anywhere of her relationships with men, and that this allows me to dream that she’s of the lesbo persuasion.  Imagine if she were to come out.  It would beat the leggings off of Lindsay Lohan, wouldn’t it?

Speaking of Lindsay, I confess that I have a google news alert set to “Samantha Ronson.”  (This works better than setting one to “Lindsay Lohan,” because I really only care about getting updates on their relationship – not what movie Lohan is working on or what her crazy family is doing.  That is, I’m not interested in her crazy family unless it intersects with her relationship with Ronson, as it did this week.) 

I don’t know why I care about Lohan’s (need I say alleged, anymore?) love life with another woman, but I do.  Am I just hungry to hear about other lesbians?  Is this related to the reason why I still watched the L Word religiously even back when it was extra brutal?  I don’t find either Lohan or Ronson physically attractive (although Ronson’s new haircut and less frequent fedora wearing is helping quite a bit).

I do sympathize with those in the community that don’t want Lindsay Lohan to be what straight people think of when they think of lesbians.  I am a pretty die-hard gossip blog addict (I know, pathetic, gross, tacky, unenlightened) and I did follow Lohan: The Train Wreck Year as closely as I followed Britney: The Totally Clinically Insane Year.  I don’t know what that says about me, and I also don’t know what it says about me that I’m gaining some respect for how the two of them are handling both their lives (relative to the Trainwreck Year, Lohan seems downright highly functional) and their commitment to keeping their private life private.

Ugh, what you must think of me.

Someday maybe I’ll fess up to my other google alerts — but I think I’ve done enough damage to my reputation for one day.