Is Angie over?

Do you remember the first time you saw Angelina Jolie? Was it on a motorcycle crossing the Brooklyn Bridge? Unloading two Glocks while in Daisy Dukes? Clinging to her lover on the red carpet, purring like an amorous kitten?

Way back when, Jolie was all talent and danger and sex, and lesbians lapped up her sweet-hot sapphic appeal. We crushed hard for Jolie's award-winning performance as druggie (bad) but lezzie (good) model Gia Carangi. We swooned as her Lara Croft saved the world. We held our breath as she rescued Denzel in The Bone Collector. And we just about died when she took home the Oscar for Girl, Interrupted. But now, after a dizzying image reinvention--kitten-with-a-whip turns wispy Mother Teresa--are we, like, over her?

"Angelina's still an icon," says my NCAA bracketology buddy Dawn. "I've enjoyed watching her wild-child persona mature. She's blazing a trail of hope for a better world."

I hear that. Jolie's work as a goodwill ambassador with the United Nations high commissioner for refugees is definitely Bob Geldof-esque marvelous. However, there are those sticky wickets about her personal life. That crazy kiss with her brother. The adoption frenzy. And, horror of horrors, the dissolution of America's sweethearts. Did Angelina break up Brad and Jen?

My partner is hard-core on this issue: "I have never been an Angelina fan, but I really detest that she fooled around with Brad while he was still with Jennifer." (Note to self: Guess we'll never even consider opening the relationship.)

My gal pal Chris thinks, "Angelina's walking a fine line of being too precious with all that altruism, but those lips will sustain her."

I asked my friend, comedian Suzanne Westenhoefer, her thoughts on what made Angelina a dykon then and whether she still is one now. As usual, Suzanne didn't mince words: "Before, Angelina seemed like she may bite you. Now it's more likely she'll set her bodyguards on you. I suspect lesbians are looking for more danger."

Damn right, we are. Now that we've KO'd the closet, it's no-more-nice-girls time. Whether we're packing Power Macs, fanny packs, or Makita cordless drills, we're kicking ass and taking names.

So who is dangerous enough? Chris thinks Michelle Rodriguez ("lips for days") is poised to dethrone Angie as the dykon of record. Michelle certainly is a toughie--she's played a boxer (Girlfight), done county time, and been romantically linked to L Word hottie Kristanna Loken, a bad girl in her own right. Suzanne likes the ferocious and freaky chanteuse Amy Winehouse ("I am completely terrified of her. She's excellent!").

For me, I'd like any dykon to be, first and foremost, a dyke. No closet, no rumors, no LUF (lesbo until famous). Out and proud and working for the community, 24/7. Is that too much to ask?