Ray Cochran writes:
Oh God. You know those moments when the very delicate balance of things gets tipped based on one stupid little action and all hell breaks loose? The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand comes to mind. One bullet and – BAM! – we’ve got World War One. Well, yesterday I think it happened again. Tom Gregory, a gay activist, won the Brokeback Mountain shirts worn by Ledger and Gyllenhaal in the flick. It was an auction for charity. He paid $101,000 and change for the privilege of hanging the shirts in his, um, closet or wherever. Actually, he said he plans to build a special plastic casing for them, which is sweet I guess, if not borderline creepy and a little fetishy.
But here’s where the ignoramus crossed the line: He stated to the press regarding the shirts, “They really are the ruby slippers of our time.” THE RUBY SLIPPERS! Oh. My. God. Tom? Why did you have to go there? WHY? We’ve had political spoofs, Spongebob analogies, Lego re-enactments, anti-smoking parallels, and yet none of it seemed to take us over the top. Until yesterday, when you HAD TO MENTION THE RUBY SLIPPERS. Was it necessary? Huh? Couldn’t you just go home and tuck the shirts into your closet next to the Isaac Mizrahi pearl-white knee-length coat Liza wore for her zillionth “I’m Back!” concert at Radio City? Couldn’t you just be happy with that? Liza and Heath and Jake all tucked away in your walk-in? I guess not. Tom, I hate to say it, but I think you just put us in the no-fly zone and the enemy (the producers of Crash) are amassing at the borders.
– Ray Cochran
[Ed note: Um, Editor feels a little sheepish now (apt, no?) because just the other day he was saying to WOW colleague Eduardo how those shirts one day will be as valuable as the sainted ruby slippers are today. So what does that make us?)