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Bedfellows don't come much stranger than Joe/Josephine and Jerry/ Daphne in Billy Wilder's classic 1959 comedy, Some Like It Hot. On the run from mobsters, the characters played by Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon don drag and take refuge in an all-girl band, sharing beds, submerging stereotypes and sending sexual expectations out to sea. Has there been a more subversive ending than when Jerry/Daphne and his millionaire admirer Osgood sail off into uncharted waters? "Uh, I'm a man," Jerry says, ripping off his wig. "Well," Osgood replies, "nobody's perfect...
...Indian. Well, actually, my parents are from there…I was born in the U.S.” Every time a question from a curious stranger prompts this explanation, I surprise myself with the recollection that I’m not white. I grew up in Princeton, New Jersey, a town virtually devoid of an Indian population, although it was within the heartland of the Indian diaspora. Because of this, I had limited exposure to Indians outside my immediate family. And the inevitable disconnect between my school and home lives fostered a disconnect between my Indian and American selves...
...than my share of bar and bat mitzvahs, deep love of Challah and inadvertently acquired knowledge of Hebrew prayer tunes eventually earned me the title of “honorary Jew.” I also sang in an Episcopalian church choir for ten years, a fact made even stranger by the fact that I was, officially, a temple-going Hindu girl...
...been bought for a dollar a pound at a consignment shop and then dragged through the mud several times. The result is suitably strange, but also a little baffling; why would the aristocratic and starchy Lords marry women who look like mentally disturbed paupers? It’s even stranger when you consider that Iolanthe and the Fairy Queen (Johanna S. Karlin ’05) are dressed according to more conventional notions of fairy attire—blue robes for Iolanthe and an impossibly billowing gown for the Queen...
Actors are weird. It's part of their job description. What other trade compels a person to travel halfway around the world, get up at 5 a.m. each day, dress and talk funny, gain or lose 40 lbs. and make simulated love or war with a near stranger? The decamillions that movie stars pull down may amount to combat pay. And if they do it for next to nothing--well, that's either noble or very ... weird...