At a dinner this week in honour of the 15th anniversary of the handsome and enduring music paper, Beat, I noticed the prevalent subject of conversation turned out to be lesbians. Moving table to table, most seemed to be in thrall to the charming reality TV dating show, I Kissed a Girl. The BBC hit is something of a curio, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. It looks slight but has surprisingly sharp lessons to teach, slipped in with minimum fuss and maximum efficacy. At least one fellow diner confessed to having been moved to tears by it.
Outposted to a luxurious Italian villa, under the presenting stewardship of a Minogue sister in full eveningwear drag, five exemplary twentysomething lesbian couples are introduced to one another with a smooch. Will that one kiss lead to them going the distance? Or will someone else catch their eye under the pressure cooker lens of distracting reality TV hijinks?
