The road gets rougher for Judyism’s faithful
Photo caption: Judy Garland during her legendary concert at Carnegie Hall in 1961. In more Judy-related news: Robert Leleux of the NYT writes about something I'm all-too familiar with. That's to say, the pain and suffering Judy fans go through at the hands young kids who don't know a lick about her: Last Saturday I invited my friend Brodie, a 30ish gay man like myself, to a preview performance of End of the Rainbow , Peter Quilter’s play about the final days of Judy Garland. In the course of that invitation, I asked him if he was a Judy fan, and he said, “No, but she was good in ‘The Wizard of Oz.’ ” That’s the kind of answer I might expect from Tim Tebow, but being a good sport, Brodie accompanied me anyway. I weep for my people. I’m only half-kidding. I have this theory that because of the holocaust that was the AIDS epidemic and its annihilation of the previous generation of gay men, the faith of our fathers risks extinction. Today, Judyism, like Yiddish, is little more...