The terrific and troubled Anthony Perkins was born on this day in the year 1932 -- you know, a person lives an entire life, it's got to be annoying t get reduced to "troubled." Aren't we all fucking troubled? I rescind that "troubled." Perkins went through some shit and by all accounts was often an asshole because of it (Tab Hunter's book doesn't show the best side of Tony) but if I'd been forced to closet myself up I think I'd have ended up a lot worse than Anthony damn Perkins, that's for sure. Hell I'm nowhere near a closet and I'm no Anthony damn Perkins.
I hope they think this stuff through when they make the movie about Anthony and Tab's relationship -- we ought to be past the place where even a story of someone in the closet has to be a relentless misery fest like Bohemian Rhapsody was. People find a way. Life finds a way. We can criticize the structures that were built around but not for us while also managing to find some appreciation for the way we rise above, survive. Hmm I haven't even had my coffee yet, I don't know where all that came from! Good morning, everybody!