So let me get this straight: Madonna kissed Britney Spears. (Q: Why no link? A: It's almost as if you haven't seen it yet.) A 45-year-old kissing a 22-year-old. This would have been creepy if the 45-year-old was a man, with accusations of robbing the cradle and so forth, but nevermind that.
This officially signals that lesbian kisses are cliché. Among many other famous kisses, we now have the kiss on Friends between Jennifer Aniston and Winona Ryder, a "lesbian" rock group TATU, and a kiss on a soap opera (All My Children, my sources tell me). If Madonna's on the gravy train, you know it has runs its course. Note that we have yet to see a kiss by actual lesbians, very few of whom look like any of the above. Since I only really think in terms of how things in the news remind me of movies and TV, and—more accurately—since I ran out of things to say, I quote from Chasing Amy:
Banky: Alright, now see this? This is a four-way road, OK? And dead in the center is a crisp, new, hundred dollar bill. Now, at the end of each of these streets are four people, OK? Are you following?
Holden: Yeah.
Banky: Good. Over here, we have a male-affectionate, easy to get along with, non-political agenda lesbian. Down here, we have a man-hating, angry as fuck, agenda of rage, bitter dyke. Over here, we got Santa Claus, and up here the Easter Bunny. Which one is going to get to the hundred dollar bill first?
Holden: What is this supposed to prove?
Banky: No, I'm serious. This is a serious exercise. It's like an SAT question. Which one is going to get to the hundred dollar bill first? The male-friendly lesbian, the man-hating dyke, Santa Claus, or the Easter bunny?
Holden: The man-hating dyke.
Banky: Good. Why?
Holden: I don't know.
Banky: Because the other three are figments of your fucking imagination!
Update 6:50 PM: "lesbians" explained.
Update Sept. 1st 12:40 PM: Francine Dubé lists some famous TV gay kisses.
