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June 26, 2009

Even East Coast Super Lefties Think SLC Is WAY Cool

I don't have anything important to say about either Farrah Fawcett or Michael Jackson. I'm sorry they died painful deaths after lots of suffering and I'm especially sorry that through a series of tragic, weird circumstances, Michael Jackson's prodigious and astonishing talent was squandered on things like scary, inappropriate (if not morally culpable) interactions with children, and the intentional destruction of his face.

He really was the man in the mirror: the person who embodied and reflected our culture's destructive, misguided desire for a sort of false, impossible and caricature-like "beauty," which actually kills rather than encourages creativity, even in the most talented. This "beauty" is barren and sterile and it screams of self-loathing.

It's very, very sad.

But here's something productive and fecund that announces a healthy belief in growth and wise self-confidence: an essay in The Nation about how hip, cool, progressive and all-round AWESOME SLC is.

Lisa Duggan, professor of social and cultural analysis at New York University writes that

Last fall I lived in Salt Lake City. As a leftist and New York City dyke, I had expected to find a conservative city and a quietly assimilationist gay community. Instead, I was repeatedly blown away by the progressive politics and outright queerness of the capital city, which is about 40 percent Mormon.

Duggan notes that SLC "is home to a floridly queer and unusually politically unified LGBT community" and discusses why it was a great place to spend the aftermath of the passing of California's Prop 8.

Please check it out.

Posted by holly at June 26, 2009 9:35 AM

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