What Is It About Adam Lambert?
Here is where it all began, with this inspired bit of writing by Allegra Huston that launched 35,000+ comments, our book, this Salon, the radio show and this expanding, global community of fans. Nearly two years after many of us first felt Eros’ arrow pierce our jaded breasts (wonderfully recapitulated in Idolholic’s American Idol Redux series), we are still examining the repercussions. The axis of our lives has lurched, our landscape shaken by the tectonic forces set loose by Adam’s energy. We are re-posting Allegra Huston’s essay, with her kind permission.
The author of Love Child reflects on the panty-throwing days of yesteryear … and on the latest inspiration for the flinging of undergarments from ‘American Idol.’
What Is It About Adam Lambert?
By Allegra Huston
In the early ’80s, I moved to London and discovered that housewives were throwing their panties at Freddie Mercury. I found it baffling. Tom Jones I could understand, though I didn’t buy into it; but Freddie Mercury was so obviously gay. These 40-something women in polyester dresses and perma-set hair were making idiots of themselves on the BBC, as if they didn’t understand what gay was.
Could they really not know? I was only 16, but I knew perfectly well – maybe it was because I came from Los Angeles. I’d gone to Frederick’s of Hollywood with my stepmother to buy pink ostrich-feather mules in a size 13 for her friend Philip, to assist in his transformation into Marcia Hardridge.
And now I’m in my 40s, and, if I were the panty-throwing type, I’d want to throw mine at Adam Lambert. What has happened to me?
I’ve never liked the front-combed hair-in-the-face look. I don’t know that I’d actually vote for the black nail polish. And I’m a bit worried that he’s got some ghastly secret piercings. To be honest, I’m not really sure I want to find out. But there’s something about him that keeps me — and half the women I know — replaying old “American Idol” episodes on DVR and gazing at photographs of his blue-penciled eyes. (Let’s not forget that Brando did eyeliner too.) Bravery, maybe — he hooked me with “Ring of Fire.” The damn-the-torpedoes flamboyance, the oh-my-god-what-did-I-just-do look when he finished. The intense self-discipline obvious behind the recklessness. And the sweetness. And the smile.
Frankly, I don’t mind whether he’s kissing a guy or a girl in that photo with the overcoat and scarf and purple hair held back by sunglasses; it’s a very sexy photograph. I wouldn’t want to print it out if he was kissing a girl. I’d be jealous of her. A guy, I can’t compete with.
I’m thinking it may be better to have a crush on a gay man. I haven’t had a crush on a famous person since my yearning, aged 14, for John Travolta to rescue me from the mountaintop house that, behind my grandmother’s back, we called Gloom Castle. I felt like an idiot then, and I’d feel like one now if I was mooning around over photos of Johnny Depp or Denzel Washington and wondering whether, if we were stuck in an elevator together, they just might be up for it. Of course, they’re more my age. I was at university listening to the original “Mad World” when Adam Lambert was born.
He’s utterly unattainable. So what am I thinking? This way, I can really laugh at myself. I’m not like those Freddie Mercury housewives; I know the score. This is not a sad obsession. I’m hoping it might be chic.
Allegra Huston‘s complicated personal life is detailed in her gripping memoir, Love Child. It’s a redemptive tale of growing up in the enormous shadow of her famous father, the director John Huston, shuttled from household to household after her mother was killed in a car crash when Allegra was four. We were floored by the painful honesty and elegance and humor of the writing. The ending took our breath away with its beauty and generosity of heart. Go buy it!! Allegra now lives in New Mexico where she writes and teaches. She has just launched a short film, Good Luck Mr. Gorski, that we can’t wait to see. Check out her professional bio. You can see why we are inspired by her.