“Butch? I’ve been thinking. Maybe Smitty’s right about us. Maybe we are shallow.”

As always, some thoughts:

1. This is why the Kids were, and are, undeniable. In the hands of lesser men, this would not be a loving, affectionate, insider-y tweak at Canadian gay (stairwell) culture; it would be cringe-inducing gay drag. Not so the Kids. It helps that Scott Thompson was gay, of course, but the characterization here is nuanced and perfect. Dave Foley’s barely-conscious sing-song is a thing of beauty; it is the audible equivalent of the white short shorts he wears. “Iss-syoos.”

2. Oh God, it has only just now occurred to me that there must be an enormity of Kids in the Hall slash fiction out there. I either want to read all of it, or never acknowledge its existence again.

3. Nobody sprawls like Scott Thompson sprawls.

4. THERE IS NO COFFEE IN ANY OF THESE COFFEE CUPS.

5. Every group of gay friends has a Smitty. If male, he wears sweater vests and clings to respectability politics; if female she criticizes the appearance of butch women. Both are terrible, but you love them anyhow.

6. There’s a whole section of commentary videos from the Kids themselves on YouTube and now I will watch them all, see you in about four days.