Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Stuff Lesbians Like

Many of you have probably seen the blog Stuff White People Like, but I just stumbled across this one: Stuff Lesbians Like. Since I like most of the stuff that white people like, I also figured I would like most of the stuff lesbians like.

On the list?

Mourning dead or otherwise departed L Word characters

Lesbians will always treat previous seasons and non-returning characters like old people treat their childhood. “Back in those days, we didn’t have the problems we have today. There was no crime, you could leave your door unlocked, and Carmen was dating Shane on The L Word.”


[Check. I can't even go near Season 3 without tearing up.]

Popped collars and grad school

So what is a lesbian bookworm supposed to do when she is in her fourth year of college, and she realizes that her years of studying radical feminism have given her no practical skills to survive in the real world and that her employment prospects are limited to answering phones, flipping burgers, espresso-making and, paradoxically, stripping?

She applies to grad school!


[Check. I always pop when I wear polos AND I just completed a Master's degree.]

Beer samplers

The beer sampler is very conducive to the lesbian’s tendency to overthink small details. Conversations regarding the boldness of one beer compared to the bitterness of another fill the air as members of the entourage partake in the tasting. Advanced lesbians will throw in fancy acronyms like ABV and IPA, and use the word “hoppy” instead of the word “bitter.” Highly advanced lesbians have even been known to discuss things like the difference between Golding hops and Willamette hops.

Yes, lesbians will process about anything, even beer.


[Check. Though I usually have a beer-loving lesbian order for me.]

Duct tape

Perhaps it is the ingrained DIYness of our peeps, but gosh almighty… lezzies love duct tape. We have a roll of it in our home, office and car. Lezzies who carry messenger bags might be packing a roll in their bag. Hell, the messenger bag might even be made out of duct tape.


[Negative. I don't even think I've ever touched a roll.]

Mistakenly believing that they own the Angelina Jolie crush

Would you sleep with Angelina Jolie if given the chance? Of course you would.

Guess what? So would anyone.


[Check. Didn't we all develop crushes before of after Gia?]

While these sort of lists are obviously stereotypical, they're also tongue in cheek and pretty entertaining. About 80% of the list applies to me, and a quick survey of some lesbian friends shows that they also like the majority of this stuff. A recent article in the American Prospect discusses "Stuff White People Like," and what that says about race in America. What does "Stuff Lesbians Like" say about sexual orientation in America? Not much, other than maybe a chance to bond over the fact that there are other lesbians who also like spontaneously breaking out into tone-deaf versions of 80s guitar anthems or power ballads.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've never been in a coffeehouse-type situation where two lesbians, one with a guitar, do NOT sing the Indigo Girls' "Closer to Fine." It's a good song; I'm just saying.

Greg Fletcher-Marzullo said...

I think I most loved how your elitist New Englander tendencies at long last clashed with stereotypical lesbian behavior (i.e. never having touched duct tape).

Spoken by another elitist New Englander type who makes jam while his husband hangs shelving to display vintage cookbooks and New Pie Company pie tins found at New Hampshire antique shop.

Captain Awkward said...

I had a crush on Angelina when everyone else was still afraid of her (while she was married to Billy Bob and into knives and stuff); now I think she's kind of boring.

Also, I totally bust out some "Closer to Fine" every year at my friends' annual gay "family" Thanksgiving gathering. Tradition!

Allison said...

I didn't know duct tape was lesbian specific.

Maybe I should try and like/love everything this list tells me to.

Anonymous said...

Wow. That blog just totally helped me understand the curious quirks of my otherwise-batshit-crazy lesbian roommate. If only I had known this ahead of time, I would have much more easily been able to parse apart her craziness from her lesbonically induced "taste".

As for now, I'll just wring my hands in delight that the lease is almost up.

Hans N. said...

Please everyone, stop the popped collar madness!

Anonymous said...

i sobbed when dana died. did they really need to have that electronic fucking flower making such a depressing racket?

i haven't watched tennis since.

Anonymous said...

There's also a much shorter, but still amusing, version for gays:

http://stuffgayguyslike.wordpress.com/