Last night, I was out with my mother, as I needed that post-crash comfort moment. It just happened to be a charity concert for the Chinese Bette Midler - or if you prefer, Celine Dion. Glam, decades-old showtunes, you name it. Which means that the only thing that would've made it more gay was if I had been watching Rodger's and Hammerstein with a
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