Queers appreciate two things in their entertainment: hot, illicit sex, and catfights. This explains the wild popularity among gays of Melrose Place, the predecessor to Desperate Housewives that gave us heaping helpings of both in the 90s. I myself whiled away many a Monday night glued to the set eager for someone to scratch Sydney’s eyes out, or for some jilted gal to yank her rival’s hair out by the very visible roots.
When I plopped my big gay ass on the couch to watch VH1’s When Melrose Place Ruled the World, I relived the days of hot tempers, high fashion, and near-incestuous mating habits. Something that really struck me—besides the shortness of the skirts and Andrew Shue’s complete lack of acting ability—was striking similarity to Chicago’s lesbian community, and marked difference.