It’s been a big year for Bergdorf, as this Penguin how-to/self-help book, called Talk To Me (how to talk about the things that matter) was published. And there was also the documentary Love & Rage: Munroe Bergdorf. These were released within days of each other. As of the date of writing, there is one review on Amazon, and, unusually, not a single endorsement embedded into the official blurb. These people all have the same agent, so it’s not like there’s a dearth of Z-list slebs to gush over the truly inexecrable, therefore I suspect a marketing choice.
Category: Culture
‘Is Transphobia the New Homophobia?’
Collins allowed more critical questions to be asked than I have ever witnessed in these spaces, though things were rather pre-empted by the question: Is Transphobia the New Homophobia? Well, no, it isn’t, never was and one could very well argue that trans ideology is the new homophobia. A point, unfortunately, that no one at the event managed to make coherently.
Review of documentary – Love & Rage: Munroe Bergdorf
The director of the film, Olivia Cappuccini, thanked Bergdorf for letting her into his world, which was the ‘epitome of freedom’. Bergdorf was someone we should be grateful to be in the presence of, for the joy and euphoria Bergdorf imparts onto this world was unique. Such gibberish was a sure sign the documentary was not only going to be illiterate, but also a masterclass in arse-licking.
Review: Ugly Sisters
A summary of the plot: Once upon a time a woman said something a man didn’t like and the man spent the rest of his life feeling spooked. It did have a fairy tale quality to it in that respect. In this specific case, the woman was Germaine Greer and the man, a tranny.
Review of Jordan Gray’s: Is That A C*ck In Your Pocket, Or Are You Just Here To Kill Me?
‘Cockiest woman in comedy’, ‘her ballbag’, ‘ballistic … tits’. That feels like enough already to be honest. We could just leave it there. But we go where others fear to tread. It’s a public service.
This Cisn’t Funny! | Trans+ History Week Comedy Showcase
Diageo HQ, as you’d expect, has a real bar on site and the cocktails were high-end, some of the best I’ve ever had in fact. Predictably this led to me being pissed after the second and utterly shitfaced by the eighth. No wonder I laughed so much. It took about three days to dry out. The nicest cocktail was Intersex on the Beach (phnarr), the pornstar martini a close second (too pie-eyed to see how that one got queered name-wise).
The Lies They Tell 
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