My Weekend Crush

Admit it, everyone has a thing for the bad girl. Good girls, they’re all nice and, um, good. But a little evil goes a long way. Also, who doesn’t look gorgeous draped in black? Lana Parrilla’s Evil Queen on “Once Upon a Time” is many things, obviously. Evil, duh. But also smart, powerful, cunning and in her own way quite tragic. Thanks to Lana, she’s not just a cartoony vision of evil, extending a blood-red apple for all of us to eat. She’s a mix of so many things. We don’t want her crushed, because heavens that would be boring. We want to peel away her layers and find out if a heart still beats underneath or if it’s just an empty black hole.

And, sure, there’s the fun little subtext between Lana and Jennifer Morrison. The Swan Queen we all hope against hope will have a storybook ending (never mind the whole she’s her step-grandmother thing – this is a fairytale, anything is possible). But in real life, Lana is a big supporter of LGBT rights as well, and just posed for her own NOH8 photo. See, not so evil after all. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Fall TV Edition

You know what else fall means? Our favorite TV ladies returning to us, sometimes while wearing lovely suits. Sometimes for their respective TV shows, sometimes because ladies look nice when they wear a nicely tailored jacket. Whatever the reason, we can all agree it’s a win for us, the viewing audience.

Lindsey Shaw, Pretty Little Liars

Paige McCullers channels Marlene Dietrich and I like it.

Jane Lynch, Glee

Admit it, this is a vast improvement over the rack suit.

Anna Torv, Fringe

Seeing Anna with her hands shoved into her pockets makes me feel even more terrible that I stopped watching “Fringe.”

Lana Parrilla, Once Upon a Time

You Swan Queeners sure gave Rizzles a run for their money in the AE Femslash Thunderdome. Respect. Big time.

Jaime Murray, Warehouse 13

Each time H.G. returns on screen I scream “KISS MYKA NOW, YOU BRITISH TWIT!” But on the inside – mostly.

Ellen DeGeneres

Someone grabbed her tie in the dark that morning.

Naya Rivera

I don’t understand what’s happening with the crotch of her pants here. But I thank Naya profusely for giving me more reasons to stare long and hard in that general direction. Ahem.