I can't even know what to say about the video for "Like a Rainbow" from Jersey's Carishma (pronounced like Liza Minnelli saying "charisma"). It makes "Born This Way" sound subtle, like early James Baldwin. It makes the Sex and the City style handbagging of gay men seem like ascending to a Louis Vuitton-upholstered throne. It kind of made me a little homophobic for three and a half minutes?

An assload of "Let's Have a Kiki" remixes just dropped, and it's just as well: you can never have too much kiki.

"Call Me Maybe" has nothing on the Scissor Sisters' "Let's Have a Kiki" as the song of this summer, at least for a certain segment of the population. Everywhere you go, some gay person is listening to it or talking about it or listening to it and talking about it or devising a parody to it or hijacking brunch with it or just having a kiki. Anne Hathaway, a noted friend of friends of Dorothy, gushed about it to David Letterman last week. A kiki, as defined by the song is "a party, for calming all your nerves" full of tea and not lacking in shade. You know, gay stuff.