Except for the whole backpedaling on her bisexuality thing, I’ve always liked Megan Mullally.
Sometimes her over-the-top-ness was too over-the-top, but as Karen Walker, she was the best thing on Will and Grace.
And despite the fact that she was not particularly well known prior to Will and Grace, she did a whole lot of TV and movie work — including a bit part as call girl in Risky Business.
These days, her primary gig is costarring in Young Frankenstein on Broadway. While I don’t actually want to see the show, I do kind of want to see her (and Sutton Foster, the other female lead).
But acting is not her only gig. She also sings (and plays “cardboard box, chains in a bowl, plastic egg, [and] moral high ground”) with Megan Mullally & Supreme Music Program.
Here’s a clip of them performing Reba McEntire‘s “Fancy” on The Ellen DeGeneres Show.
They’ll be playing two shows at The Zipper Factory in NY — where I saw Betty years ago before The L Word made me hate them — on March 24.
Even more interesting (to me at least) is Mullally’s Supreme Story Program. Here’s how she describes it:
The current topic is “Most inexplicable fling (or crush),” and she’s got her story posted (about flying a wannabe actor to L.A., “keeping” him and getting him his start in the entertainment industry — until he left her). Then there’s a featured story, which includes as part of the opening, “Henry McWilliams, fourth grade. Indianapolis. The only other kid in my class who voted for Mondale in our fake election. Doesn’t notice me, doesn’t know.” (I love the fake election detail. Love it.) And then there’s a link to the rest of the submissions on this topic.
How much more interesting and different is this than most celebrity websites or blogs?! It’s certainly not typical self-promotion. She shares her story and asks for yours. And I bet she really reads them.
And although I probably won’t submit a story about my most inexplicable fling (or crush), I’m certainly thinking about my stories. There was the adolescent crush that led me to make an important realization about myself — which was going on around the same time as what I’ve come to refer to as “my last great heterosexual romance,” circa 1982. Or there was the college coming-out crush that led me to make a truly horrifying fool of myself. Or the fling a few years ago in which I stubbornly refused to see what was in front of my face the whole time. Hmm … if I write any of these stories, they probably won’t be for publication.
The next topic will be “regrets.” I think I’ll keep those stories to myself, too.