My convalescence has involved a great deal of television. Big surprise. I just finished watching a report on 60 Minutes about rich, successful professional women giving up their high caliber careers to raise children on their rich, successful husbandâ€™s dime. A female sociologist was claiming this trend could hurt women in the workplace. Ya think? Gosh, itâ€™s a good thing theyâ€™re getting advice on how to bilk shareholders and be as corrupt and mercenary as a man can be.
Anyhoo, the most interesting thing about my 60 minutes of CBS wasnâ€™t the well-manicured hand wringing of the former CEOâ€™s, or the Andy Rooney repeat about junk mail (how do I get that job?). What caught my eye was the promo for a new show called Criminal Minds I think. But what I know is it stars Mandy Patinkin. Which brings up my Mandy Patinkin story. Some of you may only know Mandy as The Princess Brideâ€™s swashbuckler Inigo Montoya. Or, if youâ€™re gay, Babs’ man-crush in Yentl. Or if youâ€™re at the big Comicon in San Diego this week, you might know him as Det. Sam Francisco from Alien Nation. But in actuality, heâ€™s a Tony Award winning Broadway actor who first made it big in Evita with Patti LuPone (that would be Corkyâ€™s mom). And he has a voice like an angel.
I was in college, and Mandy was on tour. He was coming, and because she was cool, my girlfriend was able to score free tickets. Some friends in the drama department told me Mandy liked to hang out after the show and â€œrapâ€ with his fans. I brought my MP CDâ€™s and settled in for an evening of bliss.
After the show, I made my way down to the foot of the stage where a bunch of other Knights In Patinkinâ€™s Service were beginning to cluster. Now, this was maybe 1990, when Gilbert & Sullivan revues attracted nothing but women in their 60â€™s and skinny drama guys with AIDS ribbons. Mandy came out and chit chatted and we cued up to get our sundries autographed. Everyone had a little anecdote about their favorite Oscar Hammerstein song, or the first time they saw Sunday In The Park With George. When it was my turn to get my face time with Mands, as I like to call him, I froze. I stuck out my CDâ€™s, looked him square in the eye and said, â€œI love you.â€ Then I felt obligated to add after an awkward beat, â€œbut, you know, not in a gay way.â€
He was kind enough to mention he gets that a lot.
I highly recommend you check out his website. It looks like a deli menu from 1983. And note the midi version of Barry Manilow’s “Mandy” that plays in the background after you enter. Seriously, there are so many sureal things on this site I could do a whole other entry on my sister site, “ThingsthatarecrazybutonlybecauseIknowwaytoomuchaboutgaystuff.com”