I'll Call It Like I See It

by sheila morris

Category: Humor

  • Outstanding: A Netflix Comedy Revolution

    Outstanding: A Netflix Comedy Revolution


    “Closets are vertical coffins; all you do is suffocate to death,” says Robin Tyler who was the first of the 22 LGBTQ+ comedians featured in this hour and a half historic documentary I watched today, thanks to the recommendation of our friend Esther who is not only the woman that gives Pretty and me our monthly pedicures in her salon but also someone that administers viewing reviews as expertly as she does nail polish. When she and/or her wife Frankie like a show, we don’t need to see the previews.

    Marsha Warfield, Lily Tomlin, Wanda Sykes (l to r)

    This Netflix documentary is more than just entertainment; it’s a vital piece of LGBTQ+ history. By illuminating the inside forces of queer comedy across the years, it offers both a celebration of progress and a reminder of the ongoing fight for equality. (Los Angeles Blade, June 22, 2024)

    From Coded Characters to Out and Proud (Los Angeles Blade, 06-22-24)

    The film traces the evolution of LGBTQ+ representation in comedy:

    1. Pre-Stonewall era: Coded characters like Paul Lynde, Charles Nelson Reilly, and Rip Taylor
    2. 1970s: Comedians like Lily Tomlin, Robin Tyler, and Pat Harrison pushing boundaries
    3. AIDS era: Activist comedians like Sandra Bernhard, Scott Thompson, and Margaret Cho using humor to combat backlash
    4. Modern day: A diverse generation including Eddie Izzard, Wanda Sykes, Hannah Gadsby, Bob the Drag Queen, and Joel Kim Booster

    I will personally add get ready to laugh – these people are LOL funny. Their journeys are powerful reminders of the world many of us recall, the milestones we’ve experienced with them, through the hilarity of their jokes. OMG. Wanda Sykes’s segment on coming out to her parents as “Black” was one of the funniest routines I’ve ever seen anywhere. Wait for it, laugh, savor, and celebrate with Pride whoever you are on whatever continent brings Netflix to you whether you are a member of the LGBTQ+ community or the larger community of humankind.

    “Comedy is that sugar that coats the medicine,” British comedian and co-creator of Bob Hearts Abishola Gina Yashere tells us. “If you’re laughing, you’re not gonna want to punch someone in the face.”

    Keep laughing, and whatever you do, don’t miss Outstanding: A Comedy Revolution streaming now on Netflix.

  • Post Cards from the Edge…of Time

    Post Cards from the Edge…of Time


    March 17, 1907

    Dear Luke, I miss you so much and am doing all the chores while you are away. Please come home soon. I love you always, your wife Bessie   P.S. It’s okay by me if you vote.

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    This is an actual postcard from the early 1900s that I originally published in March, 2017, following an election year in 2016. I am reviewing the 991 posts I’ve made since I began this blog in 2011 and saw this was a favorite among my readers. It’s also one of my favorites – plus it is an election year for us in the USA.

  • Mama Mia, ABBA made me a Dancing Queen

    Mama Mia, ABBA made me a Dancing Queen


    Dancing Queen? Just kidding. Anyone who has seen me on a dance floor from the time my mother tried to teach me how to rock n roll with Dick Clark and American Bandstand after school in the living room of our home in Richards, Texas to dancing with Pretty and our granddaughters in their kitchen to Roe, Roe, Roe, your Vote – anyone who has seen me try to dance will say gosh, Sheila can still carry a tune plus she’s got rhythm but Lordy, that old woman can’t dance.

    I may not be a Dancing Queen, but ABBA will always be my favorite musical group, my go-to songs when I think I can dance.

    Last week I watched the movie Mama Mia with Meryl Streep and a bunch of other people I know and like because it’s on my list of all time favorite movies and because I had a round of the epizooti. It was so good I watched it twice and then moved on to The Devil Wears Prada. I only watched it once, though, you’ll be pleased to know.

    Since I was in a prone position with no urges to dance, I listened to the words of a beautiful, slower tempo song from Mama Mia that Meryl sang in a poignant scene with her daughter. Beyond the obvious feelings I have now with my granddaughters, I can also connect the words to my relationship with Pretty. Life is often slipping through our fingers all the time.

    “Slipping Through My Fingers”

    Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
    Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
    I watch her go with a surge of that well known sadness
    And I have to sit down for a while
    The feeling that I’m losing her forever
    And without really entering her world
    I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
    That funny little girl

    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    I try to capture every minute
    The feeling in it
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    Do I really see what’s in her mind
    Each time I think I’m close to knowing
    She keeps on growing
    Slipping through my fingers all the time

    Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
    Barely awake I let precious time go by
    Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling
    And a sense of guilt I can’t deny
    What happened to the wonderful adventures
    The places I had planned for us to go
    Well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t
    And why, I just don’t know

    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    I try to capture every minute
    The feeling in it
    Slipping through my fingers all the time
    Do I really see what’s in her mind
    Each time I think I’m close to knowing
    She keeps on growing
    Slipping through my fingers all the time

    Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
    And save it from the funny tricks of time

    Slipping through my fingers…

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    Overheard in her playhouse from two-year-old Molly this weekend: “Naynay, I’ll never leave you.”

  • Pride Time is Anytime and Fun Times!

    Pride Time is Anytime and Fun Times!


    This coaster has been on my office desk for as long as I can remember – the office has been in five different homes over the past twenty-three years, but the coaster lingers on. Clearly worse for the wear, and not nearly as clever as Marla Wood’s images, but I remember how “Big” Dear Abbey was back in the day and still get a chuckle whenever I take time to digest the sentiment.

    Totally unrelated to Pride

    – except the pride Pretty and I have for our granddaughters four-year-old Ella and two-year-old Molly. We were at their house this past week, and the girls love to pretend to be Princesses in their dresses so their dog Sadie stands guard while Ella directs the play. The role of the Prince is often assigned to yours truly; Ella continues to believe I was born for the part. Bless her heart.

    This card was sent to us at Christmas years ago by our friends Cindy and Sandy who immigrated to Tennessee and became Lady Volunteer basketball fans during the Summit era. Pretty had saved it somewhere in the deep recesses of her treasures and recently retrieved it. I had to laugh again.

    another Christmas card from our past – this is pure Pride

    Happy Father’s Day to all proud dads everywhere!! Hope your weekend is festive and filled with pride in your children, their children, and all children to come.

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    Slava Ukraini. For the children.

  • guaranteed good times

    guaranteed good times


    Thanks to Pretty for establishing our annual Memorial Day weekend tradition and to our favorite daughter-in-law Caroline for collaborating with Pretty on invites, venues, food, fun, festivities every year when we pack our bags for a vacation in the upstate of South Carolina in the Blue Ridge Province of the Southern Appalachian mountain range. Guaranteed good times, but never forget there is a Chief Worrier in the group, and that would be me.

    This year we had two major worries: the oven from hell in the kitchen of our Airbnb that refused to turn off Saturday afternoon when I placed Pretty’s vegetarian lasagna on the top rack of its preheated 350 degrees to cook for 25 minutes. To my horror the oven door refused to open at the end of 25 minutes or for the next twelve hours, the oven continued to bake throughout that time, and my Chief Worrier self kicked into high gear by suggesting we call 911 for the Fire Department at nine o’clock Saturday night – wherever the Fire Department might be for Hogback Mountain. Thank goodness for our calm son Drew who staged an intervention, urged me not to panic, talked me off the ledge on Saturday night, assured me the door handle was cooling, until the oven door finally opened Sunday morning. Repeat: Sunday morning.

    Sofia (left) and Molly waiting for breakfast while Ella and I raid refrigerator

    three-year-old Sofia brought her big sis Lily plus her parents Bryan and Nicole for the weekend

    (they were all a great addition to the mix)

    Sofia, Ella and Molly play on the beach at the nearby lake

    how do you say salamander? and what are they anyway?

    an unresolved mystery until Papa Williams (Pretty’s father) called to say

    Danger, stay away from possibly poisonous salamanders!

    two-year-old Molly very happy at lake with or

    without salamanders, but her favorite new saying was

    Go Away!

    Go away, Neena and Naynay – but when we got up to leave, Molly would get up, too,

    and say, I go with you!

    The window seat in the living area of the Airbnb was a favorite spot for the girls.

    she thinks she’s the only one who can have a Unicorn

    that Unicorn belongs to me and only me, says four-year-old Ella

    oh, man – make her give me back my Unicorn – I’ll trade for sunglasses

    ok, let’s trade

    just kidding – I’ll keep the sunglasses and the Unicorn

    Remember I said two worries? The second one came when we were leaving Monday morning in the midst of a very strong storm on the mountain. Winds actually blowing ferociously, rain pouring on us as we carried our girls and belongings to the cars. I knew my Chief Worrier needed to be summoned when normally calm Drew shouted, Be quick – we have to get out of here – there’s a tree down on the road! Our little caravan of three vehicles left the house in a hurry on the small gravel road we had to use to come down the mountain. Not far from the house a power line was down across the road which meant we had to turn around and take a different direction. Whew. My nerves were a wreck by the time we reached Landrum where we met Papa Williams for lunch.

    Guaranteed good times, you bet! High drama an unexpected twist in 2024! I wouldn’t trade sunglasses or anything else for the time with family and friends this year. I’m grateful to the service members who made the ultimate sacrifice for us to live in a free country where we can celebrate their memories in special ways on Memorial Day.

    God bless the United States of America, and God bless our troops.

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    P.S. Thanks to Nicole for top two images.