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Notes & Queeries: A Wal-Mart Wedding

Notes & Queeries is a monthly column that focuses on the personal side of pop culture for lesbians and bisexual women.

A week or so after Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi’s wedding, my mother told me over the phone that she had heard they’d gotten married. My mother lives in the suburbs near Boulder, Colo. She told me she had bought a copy of People magazine, with Ellen and Portia on the cover, at Wal-Mart.

People, which is possibly the United States’ most mainstream magazine, is available everywhere in this country. Obviously it would be available at Wal-Mart. But her statement still surprised me. A happy lesbian wedding on display at Wal-Mart?

“I wish them the best,” my mother said to me, as if I could somehow relay her congratulations to the newlyweds. “I hope they will be happy.” I tried to imagine my mother at the Wal-Mart near her home. Maybe she was standing in the checkout aisle when she saw People, picked it up to leaf through it, then tossed it on top of whatever else she had been buying that day. But I kept going back to the question of which Wal-Mart she had been visiting. I know that a new Wal-Mart – and by new I mean since I left for college in 1992 – has been built that is nearer to my parents’ house than the one I remember from my childhood, but I have never been to the new one.

The old one was in Lafayette, Colo., at the corner of South Boulder Road and some other street that led into “downtown” Lafayette, a couple of blocks of Old West-style false-front buildings. It might still be there, but I haven’t been back in years.

I remember that Wal-Mart well because my best friend, Maggie, worked there when we were in high school. She was in charge of stocking the grocery section. I think it was at Wal-Mart that she met the women who ultimately helped her realize she was a lesbian.

I might have met those women once or twice. I can’t remember the details, but I do remember that these women – perhaps they were Maggie’s co-workers – were adults, and they seemed to be comfortable with who they were. They might have only been in their 20s, but to me they seemed very mature, maybe even a little hardened. I don’t know what they thought of me, an Asian-American nerd who was leaving a small town for a prissy college back East.

Maggie and I had begun to grow apart during high school. It didn’t help that we went to different schools, and our old childhood friendship couldn’t survive even a small geographic difference, much less the thousands of miles that would come between us after high school.

She went to Colorado State for college, and at Wal-Mart she was promoted, I think, to assistant manager. But the Wal-Mart job was just another reminder of how our lives were diverging; my next job was an internship at a university press.

When we lost touch during college, I felt guilty. I wondered if she thought I didn’t call or write because I had become an elitist, but the truth was that I couldn’t bear to think of our paths splitting off in such different directions. We had shared so many dreams as kids that it physically hurt to think of her not getting to do everything she wanted, and I knew that stocking the grocery shelves at Wal-Mart had never ranked on her list of goals.

At 18, I didn’t know how to deal with that. I didn’t know that a job at Wal-Mart during college wasn’t exactly a sign of doom, or that it might actually have opened a window, in a way.

The summer after our freshman years in college, the one thing that brought us together, temporarily, was that we both were struggling with coming out. She took her steps out of the closet more quickly than I did, and I think it was partly because she had met those women who were living their lives as openly as they could in small-town Colorado. She had an example to follow.

It is astonishing to me that the same Wal-Mart where she worked in the early ’90s is now a place that sells a mainstream magazine with a happy lesbian wedding featured on the cover. Younger women and teens today might not realize just how different the world was then, even though it was only 15 years ago.

But in Colorado in 1993, there was no internet. There was no gay television. If you wanted a magazine, you went to the grocery store – or Wal-Mart. I know that everything would have been different if I had been able to read that issue of People when I was 17. I would have had an example to follow.

Of course, back then, Ellen herself hadn’t come out yet. But after she did, her coming-out broke down walls precisely because she has cultivated a television persona that is safe, friendly and not too different.

In a recent interview with Newsweek about her wedding, Ellen said: “We did something that was nontraditional but not weird. I think you could find a straight couple that had a weirder wedding than us.”

For my mother, who has always been supportive of me but, I would guess, has often found this gay thing a little weird, Ellen is comforting in her normalcy. Every once in a while, my mother mentions something she has heard about Ellen or something she has seen on Ellen’s talk show. It’s her way of acknowledging that she knows I’m still gay, and she’s OK with it.

During the sixth-season premiere of The Ellen DeGeneres Show on Sept. 9, Ellen showed a video montage of her wedding day. We saw Ellen greeting her mother, Betty DeGeneres, with a kiss. We saw Portia exclaiming over how beautiful the dinner table was. We saw Ellen and Portia seeing each other in their wedding clothes for the first time, their faces alight with a tenderness that laid them bare. No one could mistake their affection for anything but romantic love.

Ellen and Portia also released several photos from their wedding; they are as elegant and restrained as a Tiffany box. In one, Portia kisses Ellen’s cheek while Ellen looks up toward the ceiling with a cherubic expression on her face. In another, Portia kisses Ellen’s hand, raising it to her mouth as if she were a knight asking for a lady’s favor. That photo, turning tradition on its head, is more unusual than seeing two women kissing, these days. There is no wedding photo of them kissing in the way one might expect they kissed after hearing, “You may kiss the bride.” In the past, I might have thought this was caving in to mainstream pressure, a decision not to make things too strange for straight folks in Middle America who might not know any gay people in real life.

But I would have been wrong. It’s not giving in. It’s pushing forward. Ellen’s approach may not be as strident as some activists would like, but she is fighting her battle at Wal-Mart, and in that arena, she has won.

Last week’s announcement that Ellen has become the new face of CoverGirl Cosmetics – an all-American brand widely available in drug stores and, yes, at Wal-Mart – was mind-boggling and revolutionary. Ellen may have been brought on to appeal to older women rather than teens, but that is arguably an even stronger sign of progress. Women who have a gay daughter or niece might soon find themselves looking to a 50-year-old out lesbian for makeup tips.

After talking to my mother, I wanted to get my own copy of People; it would have historic value, after all. But although I know where to buy a copy of Tricycle: The Buddhist Review or The Believer in my neighborhood, there are no Wal-Marts in San Francisco. I ended up going to Rite-Aid, where People was stuffed into magazine racks mounted beside the front registers. At last, I picked up my own copy for $3.99.

The cover was glossy, but thinner than I remembered from my last visit to a doctor’s office. The paper was closer to newsprint in weight than I expected, and some of the photos seemed a little blurry. But there it was: “Ellen & Portia’s Wedding! The rings, the cake, the flowers!”

It has never been clearer to me how important – how influential – the entertainment industry is. Through celebrity, we find ways to talk to each other about subjects that have no other shorthand.

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