Jann Arden

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The Good Daughter

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The good daughter
Frank, funny, even a little intimidating,
Jann Arden is also just too nice to skirt even the most embarrassing questions

[Photo: Glenn Lowson, National Post]
“I have no regrets about the many experiences I’ve had,” says singer-songwriter Jann Arden. “I surrender to where my life is going.”‘

I think I can fit this plate into my purse,” says Jann Arden, grabbing a dish off the table as she sits down for lunch. “They’re from Ashley’s –” the waitress tells us of the dishes as she scoops them out of our reach, “show plates.”
“Bastards,” Arden says as the server carts the decorative plates away. I can tell this is going to be an interesting lunch. “I’m just having consommé,” Arden announces.
“Not me, I’m going for it,” I tell her. I settle for crab cakes and a mixture of shrimp and lobster that Arden has recommended. “I got it from room service last night,” she says. “You have to have it. I’ll take a bite when it comes.”

We settle down to discuss her journals, just published in a book titled ‘If I Knew, Don’t You Think I’d Tell You?’ “I’m no Walt Whitman,” Arden admits, “but I have an opinion, and if someone wants to publish me, why not?” And opinions she has. “I have my own idea of beauty, size and shape. I don’t understand the big-boob thing,” she adds. “I wouldn’t mind having small boobs — I thought of getting mine reduced, but I changed my mind. I’m a size 12. I like my curves, my hips. I’m healthy, I revel in being a woman. I’m physically and mentally healthy. You have to accept what you have.” A natural blond who dyes her eyebrows brown, Arden says, “I don’t think it would be easier being thin and beautiful, I think it would be harder. Look at models who are starving themselves. Be who you are. Wisdom is defined by the number of years spent on the planet.”

My crab cakes are served, and Arden helps herself to one of the two as she continues talking. “With my music, I don’t hump the legs of my nine nude dancers. I don’t expose my midriff — mainly because I don’t know where it is,” she says, laughing. Arden is 40 years old, from Calgary, close to her parents and a great Canadian success story, but she’s had her problems. “When I was 20 years old, I had a pacemaker put in because I had a slow heart rate,” she tells me. “I think I was misdiagnosed: After 17 years, I was told during a checkup that my 10-year-life battery was still fully charged — at 100%.” The pacemaker was the size of a hockey puck, the size of this piece of f—ing bread,” she complains, grabbing a chunk from the bread basket we are both rapidly depleting. “It was such a pain at airport securities, in stores — the pacemaker would go off. So I had it taken out, but I still have two feet of Teflon lead that has grown into my heart. It’s dangerous to remove. Also, I was a shitty drinker in my twenties. I drank too much when I was in the bar bands. I went to Vancouver, hanging out on the streets, playing for money. Some days I made $1, other days I made $20. Finally, one day I got punched in the face, and that was the end of that.”

Her chicken consommé arrives. “It’s light and delicious,” she says. My shrimp and lobster also arrive. At my invitation, she helps herself to a few of my shrimp. “After that, the universe picked me up and took me away. I didn’t do any of this,” she says humbly of her great success in the music business. She is so warm that at one point I notice we’re talking more about me than about her, so I remind her I’m the interviewer. Asking if I want a little gossip, she tells me about a recent visit to the home of Oscar winner Hilary Swank and husband Chad Lowe (brother of Rob) in New York. “The bathroom was the size of this restaurant,” she says, “but there was no toilet paper, and they didn’t have the cap on the toothpaste. I grabbed a J-Cloth that was on a table and used it, but because there was no garbage can either, I had to flush it down the toilet.” Arden laughs. “I was worried all night about the damned J-Cloth clogging the toilet. You don’t mind if I have your lobster claw?”, she asks as she scoops it off my plate. I’m aghast. “You want the whole thing?” I complain. After all, they only served me one claw. “Absolutely,” she says. I eat my lobster tail quickly and defensively while I still have it, realizing I’ve finally met my lunch date match.

Arden tells me she isn’t married and has no children. I know the rumour is she’s gay, but I’m so damned polite, and she’s so damned nice, I don’t know how to broach the topic without embarrassing both of us. “Do you want children?” I ask, easing my way in.”
Lyle, the drummer, told me, ‘I will give you sperm anytime you want.”
“”Does he mean artificially?” I ask stiffly.
“He’d better not,” she says, laughing.”My parents desperately want me to get married. If I brought home a guy named Sven, who was a crack addict, they’d be thrilled. They don’t want me to end up alone.”
“Have you ever been in love?” I ask, pursuing my case.
“Three times,” she says. “Love is never the same.”
“Did you leave them?””Never,” she says.
“I always got left.” Now, that’s a brave response. This is it, I think, I’ve got to ask the big one now.
“Are you heterosexual?” I manage to spit out, shutting my eyes. I wait in embarrassed silence for a response.
“I’m sexual,” Arden replies carefully, her voice even. Slowly, I open my eyes. She looks relaxed — almost sympathetic that I’m so uncomfortable.
“I’ve walked down many different roads in my life, Sharon,” she says. “I have no regrets about the many experiences I’ve had. I surrender to where my life is going.”
I consider what she has said. “Now, how am I going to say all that and not upset your mother?” I ask, remembering how close she is to her parents.
“Don’t worry,” she says, “my mother’s used to me. Besides, the media has always been fair, but they do seem a little intimidated by me.” No kidding, I think. I find her intimidating, but I’m not sure why. Maybe because she’s so blunt. “I’ll always answer the questions,” she tells me, “and let the chips lie where they may.”

She is just as honest when she tells me her greatest regret in life. “I regret that I haven’t been able to help my older brother, that I didn’t get to know him better as a child,” she says.(Her brother Duray was convicted of murder in 1994 and sentenced to life in prison. I’m told that although he has always proclaimed his innocence, this never gets mentioned in media reports.)”He’s in a mental wasteland — he doesn’t believe in God.”
“I don’t think I should write that.”
“Yes, you should,” says Arden, who does believe in God. “If I wasn’t spiritual, I wouldn’t find any worth in living and being here. I believe in universal fairness.” She gives me a warm hug when she gets up to leave.
“Wasn’t that Jann Arden?” a woman at the next table asks me. I nod, and the woman says, “Her hair is so beautiful, and she looks like she’s lost a lot of weight. What did she have to eat?”
“Just a consommé.”, I lie.

by Sharon Dunn edited Jan 20/25

Kris Kristofferson

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“I like things that are familiar.”

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‘I like things that are familiar’
Kris Kristofferson — just an old-fashioned guy

[Photo: Sharon Dunn]
Kris Kristofferson and his 1966 Martin guitar. It was 25 (or so) years ago and I had just landed a job at a television station in my hometown of Sydney, Nova Scotia, making $125 a week. How lucky can you get? I thought. I was 20 years old with a degree from Dalhousie University, and my foot in the door of the career I’d always wanted. My idol at the time was Kris Kristofferson, legendary songwriter (Me & Bobby McGee), and seventies sex symbol. And he was coming to Nova Scotia with his then wife, singer Rita Coolidge, who was just off Joe Cocker’s Mad Dogs & Englishmen tour.I was desperate to interview Kristofferson, but my boss wouldn’t spring for the expenses. Which is how I found myself with my hippie chick girlfriend, in our tie-dyed long skirts, hitchhiking to the outdoor concert in Wolfville, a six-hour drive away. Once there, we could barely afford the cost of the cheapest tickets, only to find out that Kristofferson wasn’t doing any interviews. Unfazed, I stood at a fence screaming at him as he walked by, pleading for an interview, “for a little Cape Breton television station.” He caved, and I conducted a very short starry-eyed interview during which I was totally intimidated and barely able to speak. When he invited us to the after party, I told him that we were “too busy.” We hitchhiked back to Halifax and that girlfriend hasn’t spoken to me since. So we weren’t busy — I was just too overwhelmed by it all. And here it is some 25 years later, and I’m trying again to see Kris Kristofferson, in town for the Ronnie Hawkins tribute last Friday night, and once again “he’s not giving any interviews.””It’s OK,” I hear Kristofferson tell the organizers, “she’s with me.” So here he is 25 years later, helping me all over again.This guy still has it: Except for a few more lines on his face, he hasn’t changed a bit, still in great shape, same gorgeous blue eyes and the perfect gentleman. “I’m sorry about all this,” he apologizes as we walk to his dressing room at Massey Hall, a concert venue he loves. “The acoustics and the feelings I have about this place, …” he reminisces. He gets stopped by a fan. “Did you see what happened?” Kristofferson asks me as we continue walking. “That guy just said, ‘You’re Nick Nolte, can I have your autograph? I love all your movies.'””What did you say?” I ask him.”I said, ‘Thank you’ and gave him an autograph,” he laughs.Nick Nolte should be so lucky, I point out, remembering that Nolte looked pretty rough on his recent visit to Toronto. “I just lost a movie role to him,” says Kristofferson candidly.Wearing jeans and a T, Kristofferson is also sporting the scruffiest, most well-worn boots I’ve ever seen. “I like things that are familiar,” he tells me. “Familiar is more comfortable.” When I ask how old the boots are, he says, “I can’t remember, I can barely remember how old I am.” (He’s 66.) The Texas-born composer stoops down and pulls his guitar from its case, a Martin that he’s had since 1966. “I bought this second-hand from an ad in the paper,” he tells me. “I think the guy was runnin’ from the law. I paid $150 for it.” I inspect the aged guitar, engraved from one end to the other with hundreds of autographs. “The first to sign was Johnny Cash,” he tells me, “and then Bob Dylan.” He points out Gordon Lightfoot’s scrawl, Roger Miller’s and many more.Kristofferson is comfortable with his stage in life. He is the father of eight children, the five youngest are at the moment with his current and third wife, Lisa Meyers, and range in age from 8 to 18. The family lives in Hawaii where Kristofferson says he spends his days dropping off and picking up his kids from school. “Staying close to my family is the important thing to me,” he says.”The older I get, the more my wife and kids mean to me. It takes a lot to get me out of Hawaii these days,” he continues. “If it wasn’t for someone I truly loved [Ronnie Hawkins], I wouldn’t have made this trip.” Of Hawkins, he says, “he’s a big beautiful guy, like Mohammed Ali.”Kristofferson looks emotional, but he doesn’t break down as he did earlier in the day when Hawkins received his star on The Walk of Fame. “I don’t want to pull out the violins and start crying,” he says about the tribute to Hawkins, who has been diagnosed with inoperable pancreatic cancer.Kristofferson has depth and versatility, which probably explains his great success. He went from being a Golden Gloves Boxer to a Rhodes Scholar to a helicopter pilot and Captain in the air force (his Dad was a military man). His military training came in handy in his songwriting career when he landed his helicopter in Johnny Cash’s yard to give him some tapes, resulting in Cash’s recording of Sunday Morning Coming Down (1970’s song of the year). Kristofferson says, Songwriting, Kristofferson says, “is the closest thing to who I really am, not acting or performing. I’m a writer.”When I ask if he has any regrets in life, he surprises me with his response. “I should have been nicer to my first, old manager [Bert Block] when he was dying.” He thinks for a moment before adding in his own defence, “but my second marriage [to Coolidge] was falling apart.””His [Block’s] widow thought I did a good job,” he adds, “but I wish in my heart.” He ends his thoughts with, “I have to add, I’m so grateful for where I’ve ended up I’d be afraid to change a thing.”When I get up to leave, Kristofferson asks me to send him a copy of the story. I mention e-mail and he says, “I don’t know how to use that, I’m not into technology, just put it in the mail.” He gives me his address. I show him the photo I’ve snapped on my digital camera, and he says innocently, “That’s amazing, it’s developing before our very eyes.” This old-fashioned guy is comfortable with old boots, old guitars, even familiar, old reporters.I walk away, once again with my heart beating wildly, after all these years, and once again missing the after party — too much excitement for one night, again. I guess Kris isn’t the only one stuck in the 70s.At least this time I don’t have to hitchhike home.

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Shirley Douglas

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A ’60s-style anti-war rave

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A ’60s-style anti-war rave
The hippies are still marching, but now they bring their kids

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Shirley Douglas, who spoke at Convocation Hall. As I approached downtown on Saturday, I was taken aback by the hordes converging on the University of Toronto following the rally at Nathan Phillips Square protesting the United States going to war with Iraq.These demonstrators weren’t young upstarts. Most were middle-aged, with children and dogs and placards, peacefully fighting the bitter cold. There were young people, too, but there was no attitude, no malice, only quiet concern. It certainly didn’t seem like my idea of a demonstration.I’m too young to have attended the protests of the ’60s, when my older cousins with long hair and beads were attending sit-ins that sounded absolutely romantic and later proved totally ineffective. Which is why I couldn’t resist going to the anti-war demonstration at Convocation Hall on Saturday — one of many held around the world.”There’s about 15,000 here,” a police officer told me, amazed. “We haven’t seen anything like this in years.”Inside Convocation Hall, I looked around for Shirley Douglas, who was listed as one of the speakers. Douglas is the daughter of Tommy Douglas (father of Canada’s health care system), and mother of Kiefer Sutherland (father of the television show, 24). She is also the former wife of actor Donald Sutherland. When she arrived, she was whisked immediately on to the stage.
[Photo: Kevin Van Paassen, National Post]
Anti-war protesters march along University Avenue in Toronto on Saturday.

“What a sight,” said Douglas in her speech, delivered with an extraordinarily good set of pipes. “This reminds me of two of the truly good moments of my life: The anti-war movement of the ’60s and the civil-rights movement of the ’60s.” Following her speech, I cornered her in the hall, where she seemed more than happy to talk. “Did you notice how many people are here today who were involved in the ’60s anti-war demonstrations?” she said enthusiastically. I pointed out that was before my time. “It’s the same mood,” she assured me, then continued. “I’m here as an artist, and historically artists help people.”

I asked Douglas about the ’60s and the anti-war sentiment among the young people in those days, citing actress Jane Fonda as an example. “I know Jane very well,” said Douglas, adding, “People make mistakes.” Although, when I pressed her about whether she thought Fonda had made a mistake during her anti-war raves, she simply said, “No.” Douglas said she’s been asked to speak at Harvard and UCLA. She is determined that Canada’s voice be heard: “We are not a war-mongering nation. Canada is a peace-keeping country.” And she said the anti-war movement is mobilizing. “In America today, people from the ’60s are still alive are ready to do it again. Look at the people here today, the movement is very strong.” Canada can make a difference, Douglas said, adding that it is our responsibility as the United States’ neighbour to convince George W. Bush that the move to action is wrong. I couldn’t resist asking her about her dad’s baby (public health), and I knew she wouldn’t mind because she was handing out flyers that said, “Implement Romanow NOW,” urging people to write the Prime Minister. (The online petition is at www.petitiononline.com/romanow.)”People in this country have built something rare, the public-health system. Governments have tried to put it in crisis. I hope the Premier [Ernie Eves] will understand that and stop trying to bust this system. This is a very critical two weeks,” she said, “with the premiers meeting in Ottawa. We [The Canadian Health Coalition] are saying, ‘Stop privatization in this province.’ I want the whole Romanow Report accepted,” she continued, “I look at it and say ‘if you implement this, there will be nothing else to worry about.’ “Douglas predicts that if the premiers can’t agree, “then the public won’t put up with it.”

She pointed to the U.S. health care system, which she said is close to collapse, “with 45 million people totally uninsured and 100 million underinsured.” Douglas is so passionate about her beliefs — whether fighting for her father’s health-care system or urging the United States to stay out of Iraq. She is inspiring to be around. And what is there to disagree with, I thought. She’s right on both counts. Indeed, everyone who turned out on Saturday showed good sense and passion. Then a lawyer stood up to speak. His name doesn’t matter. He opened his mouth and screamed, “The U.S. is the biggest terrorist state in the world,” I cringed. I looked to my right and saw Alexa McDonough, the retiring NDP leader. She seemed to be rolling her eyes.The speaker continued, spitting out more venom: “The U.S. is the biggest abuser in the world.”
“God, I wish he’d stop talking,” said a woman behind me. My sentiments exactly. It was a bright crowd, a peaceful crowd, not looking for extremes but a peaceful resolution. But then one lawyer…

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Mambo Italiano

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Who’s gay? Who cares?

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Who’s gay? Who cares?
The boys from Mambo Italiano refuse to answer

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Including its run in Montreal, Andreas Apergis, left, and Joseph Gallaccio have performed Mambo Italiano 110 times.

Mambo Italiano, the smash comedy set in Montreal about a gay Italian man who comes out to his parents, has opened at Toronto’s Elgin Theatre. I wanted to talk to the male leads, Andreas Apergis (Angelo) and Joseph Gallaccio (his stage boyfriend, Nino), about just how difficult it is to play a gay guy. “Are you gay?” I ask Gallaccio. (I had heard that one of the male leads was gay and one was not, so I was trying to establish which one was and which one wasn’t right off the bat). He was clearly put off. “I reserve the right to a ‘no comment’ to that question,” he sputtered. Apergis echoed his co-lead’s sentiment. Surprised at their reaction (the show’s playwright Steve Galluccio is openly gay), I asked them why they wouldn’t answer my simple question. Gallaccio had an interesting response: “Quite frankly, I’ve had that question put forth to me from members of the audience, mostly from straight Italian men who approach me once their girlfriends or wives have approached me.” When women ask the question, he said, “they want to know if I was gay, so that they could try to fix me — you know ‘straighten the boy out.’ I felt somewhat pursued.” But the Italian men who ask have a different reason: “Because I’m Italian, the big question was, ‘What’s it like, what was the kiss [in the show] like. I would say, ‘Which kiss?’ because I also kiss a woman on the stage.” The answer? There’s no difference at all, he said. “I’m an actor doing a show. It’s a job. There are certain challenges to any role.” Perhaps more relevant is that the playwright and the two stars come from traditional Mediterranean backgrounds (playwright Galluccio and Gallaccio are of Italian descent and Apergis is a Greek Canadian).

What on earth did their parents make of their latest roles?”My very Italian parents, when they came to see the show for the first time, were warned,” says Gallaccio. “But they came along with two couples of their generation. By intermission the women were enjoying themselves, but the men were very taken aback. The men looked at my father and said, ‘Ricardo, what is Joe doing?’ And my father said, ‘He’s an actor, he’s pretending. If he was playing a murderer that doesn’t mean he is a murderer.’ “I continued to press them on my original question. “Why won’t they just tell me if they’re gay? What’s the big secret?”
“We want to leave some mystery. It’s fun,” said Apergis. “Hypothetically, it’s no more difficult for a straight man to play a gay guy than it is to play Hamlet, for example. The craft can humble you at any point of the production.” In any event, he observed, “The play’s values are a lot deeper than gay values — like not being afraid to be who you are and claiming your life.” Gallaccio agrees, “although it would perhaps be of value for a gay man to play a gay role, the greater value is to understand where these people come from. And their fear to come out and be ostracized.”

Both men say that the immigrant experience is very much imprinted on their psyches. “When I came out of the closet and said that I wanted to be an actor, I think my parents wished I had said I was gay,” says Apergis. “As immigrants, they had a dream for their children. They wanted us to be more than them — a doctor, or lawyer. A sense of reciprocity is big within our culture.”Having done 110 performances of Mambo Italiano (it was held over several times in Montreal), Andreas says the interesting part of the show is the choices the gay characters make as a result of pressure from family.If your brother was gay and wanted to tell your parents, what would you advise him? I asked Apergis.”If he really wanted to do it, I would tell him to go ahead, but it’s such a big taboo in our culture. You cannot live as an outed gay in Montreal” if you live within a traditional community. Gallaccio agreed. “I don’t think you could live as an outed Italian in Toronto either,” he said. “Italians are the same everywhere. It’s an old-world mentality, but I don’t judge it.”

So the interview is winding down and I still have no idea which of these men, if either, is gay. All of which suggests that there is a thick line between acting and real life.” As an Italian, I get asked to audition for Mafia roles,” said Gallaccio during our discussion of stereotypes and appearances, “but when I arrive and don’t even look the part, I don’t get those roles. But I could do them.”
“Why do we need to label anyway,” said Apergis. “Maybe we should ask ourselves that — why does it matter whether or not we’re gay?” Good point. And although I left the interview still wondering, it was refreshing to have these two men tell me point blank their sexual choices are none of my business.

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Sharon Gless

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Cagney’s career takes a queer turn

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Cagney’s career takes a queer turn
Sharon Gless says of her role on Queer as Folk, ‘There are no small parts’

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Sharon Gless, of Cagney & Lacey fame, just finished shooting a segment of Judging Amy with her former co-star Tyne Daly.

Remember Sharon Gless? She played Cagney to Tyne Daly’s Lacey on the hit television show of the ’80s. Her role in Cagney & Lacey got her six Emmy nominations, two Emmys and a Golden Globe. “It ran for six seasons [1982 to 1988] and at the time we were the highest-paid women on TV,” Gless tells me over lunch at the Four Seasons Hotel in Toronto. If her show was on the air these days, she says, she could ask for, and probably get, ten times the amount of money she was getting in the ’80s. Since the stars of Friends are now getting US$1,000,000 an episode, I’m concluding that Gless and Daly were making about US$100,000 an episode, not bad for almost 20 years ago. She doesn’t dispute my calculation, but she doesn’t want to talk money. Gless wants to talk about her latest TV show, the show that brought her to Canada three years ago and has her living in Toronto. The show is Queer as Folk (its third season will premiere in Canada on Showcase Monday, April 7, and on Showtime in the U.S. on Sunday, March 2). “My agent didn’t want me to do it because of the subject matter,” Gless tells me. “He said, ‘I’d never let you do that show — the part is too small and the subject matter is questionable.” Gless now has a new agent. “I told him, ‘There are no small parts.’ When people tell me, ‘This is not something for you,’ that’s exactly the reason I want to do it.”

Gless says most agents wouldn’t even return calls to Queer as Folk in the early days. “There have to be agents and actors who are chewing their nails for refusing it,” she laughs. “It’s the biggest hit that Showtime has ever had.” Gless grew up in tony Hancock Park in central L.A. “Hancock Park was good debutante breeding ground. I had fantasies of becoming a Stepford wife.” Instead, she played one in Revenge of the Stepford Wives.The family money came from her grandmother. “Every time my grandmother gave me money, I had to dance for it. I didn’t want to answer to anyone so I ran away from home.”She went to Conzaga (the Jesuit university) in Spokane, Wash., and was kicked out “for sneaking booze in, and for sneaking out on the weekends and renting a room to party.” In her defence, Gless says, “but there was no sex. No one was having sex in those days.” It was just before the hippie free love movement.

Gless, 59, has no children “and no pets.” She managed to stay single until she was 48, when she married the creator and executive producer of Cagney & Lacey, Barney Rosenzweig. “I never wanted to get married,” she says. “I’ve never seen a successful marriage, at least not one that I wanted to be in.” The success of her marriage she attributes to the fact that they live in separate towns (Rosenzweig in Miami, Gless alternating between Toronto and L.A.). “I don’t think I’m good marriage material,” she concludes. “I was single for too long. I’m a free spirit.”

Gless, who admits that her favourite thing to do is work, says of her role in Queer as Folk (as Debbie Novotny, the waitress mother of a gay man), “I never wanted to play anyone’s mother, but wait til you see this mother.” On the show, she dresses over the top and wears a red wig. She’s not recognizable from her Cagney & Lacey days, and seems self-conscious about it, but I think she looks great, with flawless skin. “When I first came to this show, the producers said, ‘Sharon, this story doesn’t star Debbie. It’s an ensemble piece.’ I didn’t know what to do with my energy. I was so used to carrying the show.”

Queer as Folk, which Gless admits is “very graphic” (she’s not kidding, I’ve seen it) and which was once described in print as making Sex and the City look “like Saturday morning cartoons,” has been a boon for Showtime. “Because of Queer as Folk, the number of subscribers to Showtime has gone through the roof,” she tells me. “But it doesn’t take courage to do this show — it’s a fabulous show. It’s so beautifully photographed. Because of the subject matter, there’s often gorgeous shading. “Despite the show’s popularity, Gless says there are still obstacles. “I find it fascinating that the Academy [of Television Arts & Sciences] doesn’t even acknowledge that we exist,” she tells me. “I think that half of Hollywood is watching Queer as Folk, but apparently they are not willing to admit it.” She adds, “Half of the audience is straight women. It was made for the gay audience, but it’s such good television, a phenomenon has occurred. My husband says it’s because women like watching men make out, just like men like watching two women make out.”

Gless just finished filming a segment of Judging Amy with former co-star Daly (it will be shown during February sweeps). “There’s such a nice chemistry between us,” says Gless. “Those six years we were on the air with Cagney & Lacey, no other woman won an Emmy [Daly won four].”We got the awards because we had writers who could write for women,” she says. “We had the best.” On the cold cold day of our lunch, Gless, who lives on Bloor Street, tells me she’d like to find more work in the Toronto area, “because I love living in this city.” This from a native Californian. Will wonders never cease!

by Sharon Dunn

Golden Globes 

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Aren’t you forgetting someone, Jennifer?

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Aren’t you forgetting someone, Jennifer?
When a big star doesn’t thank her husband at an awards show, well …

[Photo: Chris Haston, NBC]
Friends star Jennifer Aniston won a Golden Globe Award Sunday night and thanked all of her co-stars, even referring to them as her family. Yet she “forgot” to even mention her husband, movie star Brad Pitt.

Quite frankly, I was shocked. When Jennifer Aniston made her acceptance speech after winning the Golden Globe for best actress in a TV musical or comedy series at Sunday night’s awards celebration, she didn’t even thank husband Brad Pitt. For shame! Poor boy was sitting at the table with all of Aniston’s ‘real’ friends (from her hit TV show, that is). Friends that she made a big fuss over in her speech, referring to each of them by name: Courteney Cox, Matthew Perry, Matt LeBlanc, David Schwimmer and Lisa Kudrow, and making a point to refer to them not only as her friends but as family.

And there sat poor old Brad Pitt, movie star, heartthrob, smiling bravely at his wife with a look of desperation that said, “Please, please mention me.” But alas, she snubbed him! Grounds for divorce? In my books, yes. Oh, she’ll say she forgot, but we all know otherwise — trouble in paradise, I would say. Ten to one, in the next few months we’ll read that the Pitt-Aniston union is on the rocks. When the partner doesn’t get thanked, you know something’s up. As far as I could see, all of the other recipients of awards on Sunday night knew enough to mention their significant others — and avoid certain wrath.

In the past, at similar awards shows, I have seen some stars go to great lengths not to mention their current love interest, at least not by name. Take Robert Redford, for example, who was given a lifetime achievement honour at last year’s Academy Awards. When he arrived at the awards, I noticed he had a woman with him. I was curious to see if he would mention her. When he made his speech, he got out of it smoothly by saying, after thanking everyone in his life, “and I would also like to thank my lady friend.” And that was it — no name, nothing. The camera took a shot of “the lady friend,” and the look on her face said it all: She was aghast. Being a compassionate sort, I immediately put myself in her shoes. If I were the lady friend of Robert Redford and had been mentioned but not really mentioned, what would I have done? Well, the prudent thing would probably have been to thank him for acknowledging me, his “lady friend,” then thank my lucky stars I was fortunate enough to be in the company of Robert Redford. But knowing me, that’s not what I would have done. What I probably would have done was refuse to speak to him for the rest of the evening, then, when we got home, rant and rave until the wee hours of the morning, or even longer. At that point, I would probably have decided to walk out, that is of course assuming I hadn’t already been thrown out.

I would have been accused of being a prima donna (not the first time), but let’s face it, not mentioning a loved one on an awards night is a serious offence. It strikes me that there should be rules to prevent these uncomfortable moments, so here are a few I’ve put together, just in time for the Oscars.
1. If you win an Academy Award, you must publicly dedicate the night to your spouse or companion if, and only if, he/she is a star in their own right, as in the case of Brad Pitt. “I owe it all to my gorgeous husband, Brad Pitt.” Even if it’s not true, Pitt is a star, and this is Hollywood.
2. If you win an Academy Award, you must at least mention your wife/husband, even if they are not a star, and you must say their name — i.e. “I’d like to thank Carol,” not just “I’d like to thank my wife.”
3. If you win an Academy Award, and you are not married but you are there with a date, you must mention the date by name, even if you just throw his/her name in with a group. It could go something like this: “I’d like to thank the grips, Tony, Jim, Bob, and Ted, and of course my friend, Gayle.” Trust me, she’ll love you for it.
4. If you do not want to mention your date, then don’t bring one. Just come on your own. Nicole Kidman does it all the time, and it doesn’t seem to hurt her a bit. And one more word of advice, at least for the women who are attending the Oscars. Don’t worry too much about your dress; it really doesn’t matter what you wear or how hard you try: You’re never going to look as good as Halle Berry anyway.

by Sharon Dunn

Lynsey Bennett

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Now ex-Miss Canada

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Sharon Dunn
Lynsey Bennett, now ex-Miss Canada
She lost the title, but kept the duties
Lynsey Bennett, the now ex-Miss Canada, plans to carry on with her duties despite having had her title taken away just a few short days ago. Although organizers of the pageant have replaced Ms. Bennett with Lorenza Sammarelli, first runner-up in the original contest, she’s hanging tough and says she will continue to be something of a goodwill ambassador. “I’m promoting Winterlude [Ottawa’s winter carnival], which starts next weekend. I’m also doing a fundraising event for Champagne on Ice, a charity for battered women and I’m helping Junior Achievement for the Heart Institute Telethon,” she tells me. Ms. Bennett is also launching Get Active Ottawa, a fitness program for children in the city of Ottawa, and she’s working with the Special Olympics. “I’m still Miss Ottawa,” she says with determination.

I reached Ms. Bennett at the home of her parents in Ottawa, where she is staying at this time. “I feel so sorry for my daughter,” says Marnie Bennett, adding: “I just want people to see her for the person she really is.” When Ms. Bennett comes to the phone, I ask her how she’s holding up with all the publicity. “There’s so much sympathy,” she tells me, “even walking through the streets of Ottawa, I overhear people talking about it. And my parents and friends overhear things being said, too.”
“What are they hearing?” I ask. “My friends say, basically, what they hear is that people are confused, they don’t understand what’s going on, and why the title is being taken away.” Ms. Bennett herself doesn’t know what’s going on.”They [the Miss Canada organizers] still won’t give me specifics,” she says. “They’re telling the press that I know the reason I was removed, but I don’t. I want some clarification on it,” she says. During our chat, I don’t see any sign of weeping, whimpering, or a woe-is-me attitude.

This is obviously a feisty lady who knows her own mind and will not be pushed around .When I ask what she’ll be doing next, Ms. Bennett tells me matter-of-factly, “unfortunately, the cut-off date for the winter term at Carleton University is past.” Ms. Bennett put her studies on hold for a year to reign as Miss Canada. She has only a year to complete a degree with a major in geography, minor in French. “Now I’ll be looking for a job,” she tells me. Last summer she worked for Telecom Ottawa and she is hoping to get her job back. “They’re sympathetic,” she says, adding, “I put everything on hold because I wanted to do a wonderful job as Miss Canada, that’s the whole reason I got into it. I wanted to make a difference.”

As Ms. Bennett says goodbye over the telephone, she tells me that she’s on her way to do a radio spot. “Are you going to be talking about all of this?” I ask.”Actually no, we’ll be discussing the Super Bowl,” she tells me enthusiastically. As it turns out, Ms. Bennett is a huge sports enthusiast and was co-captain of the soccer team at Carleton. I can see that in spite of what’s happened to her, she is already preparing her future. “Dealing with what I had to deal with in Nigeria [during the Miss World event in that country], gave me strength,” she says. I ask her if she regrets ever having been involved in the Miss Canada pageant. “I have no regrets,” Ms. Bennett tells me, “I’ve learned a lot; I’ve grown.”

She strikes me as strong, as well as smart, committed and determined — perfect attributes to represent any organization, wouldn’t you think? But maybe a strong woman isn’t quite what the Miss Canada organizers are looking for. I only wonder what stories Lorenza Sammarelli will have to tell down the road.

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Suzanne Somers

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“I don’t want you two to sit together”

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‘I don’t want you two to sit together’
Alan Hamel goes everywhere with Suzanne Somers. But he’s not what I expected

[Photo: Chris Bolin, National Post]
Suzanne Somers has sold four million copies of her Somersize series. “Women say that she’s changed their lives with her books,” her husband says. Suzanne Somers is already fashionably late for lunch when her book rep arrives and announces, “There will be three at your table.””Three?” I ask. “Who’s the third?””Her husband, of course,” says the rep. “He goes with her everywhere.” I raise my eyebrows. “She’s the talent,” the rep says, defensively, “and he helps her … achieve her goals.” In other words, I think, he’s running the show. Somers’ husband is one Alan Hamel, former Toronto boy, former host of ancient CBC show Razzle Dazzle and long-time partner of Suzanne Somers (34 years).Earlier in the week, when a friend heard I was meeting Somers, she complained, “That husband of hers ruined her career with Three’s Company [the long-running Seventies sitcom on ABC]. I’ve never liked Alan Thicke anyway.” OK, so she was wrong about the name, but Hamel does still get blamed for Somers’ firing from Three’s Company.Suzanne and Alan finally arrive and saunter over to meet me in their laid-back California way. “I don’t want you two to sit together,” I announce, afraid that Hamel will control the conversation. “Good,” says Suzanne as she jumps over the arm of a couch and invites me to join her. Hamel casually takes a seat across from me.”Alan is a visionary,” says Suzanne admiringly when I question their togetherness. “He sees the big picture. People think that he’s the driven one, but frankly I am. But he’s the one who makes it happen, he taught me about business.”When I mention that Hamel is still blamed for disrupting Three’s Company, Suzanne jumps to his defence. “It wasn’t Alan, it was me,” she insists. “All I wanted was to be paid equal to men on other series, like Alan Alda and Carroll O’Connor, but I struck out because they [ABC] wanted to make an example, they didn’t want women to be ‘uppity.’ Since then I’ve done a lot of things so that I wouldn’t be beholden to anyone.”She gets unwavering support in this from her husband. “After Three’s Company I wanted to sing, so Alan planned a career for me, even before he knew I could sing, she laughs. Somers went on to win Las Vegas female entertainer of the year in 1987. (Frank Sinatra took the male honour.)Her career is varied, to say the least — acting, singing, best-selling author (of six books), master salesman (Thighmaster and cosmetics), motivational speaker, and now her own line of food available on www.suzannesomers.com. How does she do it?”You have to do the work,” she tells me. “My father always told me when I was growing up, ‘You’re nothin’.’ When someone tells you you’re nothin’, you either crumble or you say, ‘I’ll show you.’ “Somers is blunt, honest and warm, and, don’t kid yourself, very, very, smart and an obvious risk taker.She’s in town to promote her latest book, Suzanne Somers’ Fast & Easy, which discusses losing weight the “Somersize way.” (Remember, these people are master marketers.) For the record, Somersize is a diet, or “a way of life,” as Hamel puts it, that includes fats and proteins, but no sugars. Keeping that in mind, I note what Somers orders for lunch: minestrone soup and a watercress salad. I order chicken curry. “Good, I can have a bite,” she says, pointing out that she’s not having the dish I ordered, “because there are too many sugars, in the rice, the mango chutney and the yogourt.” Still, her choice of lunch surprises me. Where are the fats and proteins? “I don’t want to chew meat while I’m talking,” she says, but then she leans over and cuts off half of her husband’s steak. The perfect meal, she says, is her husband’s lunch: tomato and bocconcini salad, and a generous portion of steak but no bread, and no potatoes. Well, almost no bread. Hamel is chewing on a piece, and Somers says they are relaxed about eating a bit of the forbidden foods now and then.The relationship between the couple is easy and comfortable. I like Suzanne, she’s a dynamo, but much to my surprise, I like Alan too. He’s comfortable taking a back seat to his charismatic wife (I know more than one man who could never assume that role).I ask about their success as a couple. “It’s the killer sex,” Hamel quips.”Just put down that I’m no part of any of his answers,” replies Somers.”What are the worst foods?” I ask.”White flour, white rice, yams, sweet potatoes,” Somers says quickly, “because of the sugars. They create hormonal imbalance that causes weight gain around your waist.”Parents are doing their children such a disservice by not feeding them properly. It’s time to take responsibility. If we’re getting sick at our age, imagine what’s going to happen to our kids.””She can’t walk five feet without some woman throwing her arms around her,” says Hamel proudly. “Women say that she’s changed their lives with her books.” She’s sold four million copies of her Somersize series.I ask her opinion of a vegetarian diet. “It doesn’t give you fuel or energy.””Did you ever see a vegetarian that looked healthy?” Hamel offers. “We need meat.”Somers raves about her sugar alternative called SomerSweet, a sweetener that “tastes like sugar, bakes like sugar and has no aftertaste.”Go to the room and get her some of the chocolate,” Somers instructs her husband. Hamel jumps up, happy to oblige. I really am getting to like this guy.When her husband is away, I ask Somers about her breast cancer, diagnosed 2 1/2 years ago, and the unorthodox treatments she is using. Somers says, “I had to think outside the box. I’m not advising that other women do it, but I believe in it. Chemo is against everything I believe in. It kills healthy cells as well as bad ones. My whole program is about building healthy cells. What they [the doctors] were offering me [a five-year program of tamoxifen oral chemo] was destroying all my good cells and bad cells. The doctors who recommended chemo are well meaning,” she says, “but women need to be proactive about their health.” Somers is using an all-natural alternative cancer drug called Iscador from Switzerland. “It’s been used in Europe to treat cancer since 1920, with the same success rate [as chemo],” she says.Asked about the recent reports of her liposuction, Somers says she had the procedure done on her breasts after the cancer “to even them out. Every woman wants to look good when she takes her clothes off,” she says, adding, “I had to defend my program, so I went public.” She says that there was no work done on her thighs, or any other part of her body during the procedure. I wonder about her diet and breast cancer. She pooh-poohs my suggestion of a possible link, telling me that her sister also had breast cancer (it is known to run in families), and since I also know vegetarians with breast cancer, I don’t push the point.Somers jumps up and runs off to meet our photographer in the next room for a pic. “You stay with Sharon,” she tells her husband. Curious, I ask Hamel about his upbringing in Toronto. “I was raised on Queen and Spadina,” he says. “My father worked at Tip Top Tailors on Front Street as a pocket maker, and my mother had a rooming house where boarders stayed for years. There were 17 people in the family,” he remembers. “Eight Chinese brothers (who lived in one room), a Presbyterian minister, a Trinidadian artist, a Dutch engineer, a Frenchwoman — I think she hooked on the side — and a blind alcoholic trumpet player.”Hamel and Somers now live on the beach in Malibu, one of the most expensive properties in the world, with a second home in exclusive Palm Springs. Somers is the dynamo, there’s no doubt about that, but Hamel is her rock. This is a marriage, a partnership, a business deal that appears to be working. At the very least, everyone is getting rich. And besides, they both look pretty healthy. Why it’s enough to make anyone start eating steak again. I’ll have mine medium rare.

by Sharon Dunn