Director Barbara Kopple’s “This is Everything: Gigi Gorgeous” is about the male born Gregory Lazzarato who — ready? — wants to remake Julia Roberts’ role in “Pretty Woman.” Fellow transgender woman Amanda Lepore introduced Gigi’s documentary.
Now about Lepore:
“In school, I was Armand. In boys’ clothes. But so small and girlie, I thought I was a girl. Kids made fun of me and harassed me. At 15, I met a stripper and asked her for hormones. My parents didn’t know. When Mom discovered I developed breasts, they sent me to a psychoanalyst. I had to complete high school at home.
“The doctor diagnosed me as transgender and prescribed drugs. My mother gave permission so as not to get what he prescribed illegally. And my father sent me to hairdresser school.”
She wrote the book “Doll Parts.” She hosts nightclub parties, does striptease burlesque and, she says, “I sing.”
Love life? “I dated a guy three months. He didn’t know I hadn’t the ability for him to penetrate. So he played with my breasts and accepted my saying I’m a virgin. When he finally learned, he didn’t take it too well.”
Right. Got to admit her book beats “War and Peace.”
Actress brings Xmas show
Which brings us to quadruple Emmy winner Jane Lynch, the “gay conversion therapist” sendup on “Will & Grace,” who said: “As a kid I wanted to be a boy. I had gender issues.”
After trying out Dec. 2 in Connecticut’s Ridgefield Playhouse, she’s Dec. 3 and 4 at Varick Street’s City Winery. It’s her “A Swingin’ Little Christmas! ” with Kate Flannery (“The Office”), and Tim Davis (“Boy Band”). Despite how it goes she says: “I’ve been sober 25 years.”
Odds & ends
Anne Hathaway sipping with pals at Elio’s bar . . .
Harold Ford Jr. at Le Coucou. Also Bruce Littlefield . . .
Hanover’s Prince Ernst, separated from the missus, Monaco’s Princess Caroline, discovered Maryam, the no-longer-devoted of Gunther Sachs’ son Rolf . . .
For Christmas: James Fragale’s memoir-fiction “Seventy-Six Trombones, Life After Thirty-Nine Made Easy.” His search for answers to life since teenagehood in Clarksburg, W.Va.
Keep priorities in check
In today’s daily mayhem with crazies killing parishioners — incidentally, how do mentally disturbed minds know how to buy guns, ammo, study books, calculate scopes, distances, angles, shots and elude detection — can we not stop listing more ladies violated?
We dredged Hollywood, excavated TV folk, purged political perverts. Next, Europe’s sicko wackos. Then Australia prosecuting frisky kangaroos.
Stop already. Yeah, it’s lousy. But it is what it is and always was. I had it. My housekeeper had it. A friend fought a filthy pig on a rooftop. A producer remembers it before she became famous. I know about a hairdresser.
Today it’s open marriages, no marriages, intermarriages, multiple marriages, homosexuals, bisexuals, transgender people, threesomes, Internet one-nighters, sex clubs, cheaters, royals doing it royally. VIP parties that lack the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval.
Yes, it’s awful. Criminal. Despicable.
But so’s arson, mass killings, homicide, war. Hang these vile filthy animals. OK with me. I’m just saying it is what it is — and won’t stop. Maybe now it’ll quiet down. Maybe now they’ll change the sheets. But totally stop? Won’t.
And it’s not only in New York kids, it’s not only in New York.