Ask. Tell. Enjoy.

Ding dong, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is dead. The Senate voted to repeal the policy 65-31 on Saturday, finally ending the more than 230-year ban on gay and lesbians serving openly in the United States military. You’ve come a long way, soldier. Granted, the legislation (which President Clinton Obama* will sign this week) did not immediately lift the ban – the military leadership ultimately controls the timing and implementation of the new policy. But it certainly doesn’t have long left. So there you have it, history. One step close to that more perfect union. Each step matters, each step is huge. We should savor this sweet victory, for they seem to come so slowly. We should salute all those who fought so hard for this day and served so proudly even while the country they were fighting for asked them to hide who they really were. And, to be slightly more shallow, we should celebrate how many more women will now be able to look really fucking hot in uniforms.

So while we wait, let’s enjoy some of the loveliest ladies to wear the U.S. military uniform on screen. Ten-hut, indeed.

Glenn Close, “Serving in Silence”Glenn looks great in a uniform and a suit, it’s almost unfair.

Dana Delany, “China Beach”God, green is her color.

Loretta Swit, “M*A*S*H”Hot Lips is one of the best nicknames for a character, ever.

Goldie Hawn, “Private Benjamin”Still my favorite Goldie Hawn movie.

Catherine Bell, “JAG”Finally, a color other than green.

Meg Ryan, “Courage Under Fire”Remember when Meg did that serious movie about that first war in Iraq?

Kelly McGillis, “The L Word”She didn’t get to wear a uniform in “Top Gun.” To her credit, Mama Chaiken rectified that on her show.

Rose Rollins, “The L Word”Oh Tasha, how I miss that smile.

Demi Moore, “G.I. Jane.”The shaved head, the one-armed push-up. Where do I enlist?

At ease, soliders. A grateful nation thanks you for all the hotness.

*Wow, now that was an impressive typo. I love how you all assumed I meant Hillary, but alas I was actually probably thinking about Bill. I had researched DADT's creation and signing before I wrote this and had too much Bubba on the brain.

Delany delivers

Hey, Dana Delany. What happened to your pants? Not that I’m complaining. Nope, not complaining at all. You see, me and Dana go way back. So I feel perfectly comfortable ribbing her about her pantlessness. Also, hello, cleavage.

Dude, since when have More magazine covers been this sexy? Am I browsing the wrong magazine age bracket? And it’s just as saucy inside. The article’s revelations:

The 54-year-old actress has always dreamed about being a man. And not just any man, but George Clooney. (The better to get all the ladies with, naturally.) OK, she says the real reason is because he is a “he’s a responsible human being who loves his life.” Though, truth be told, at age 9 she sort of looked like a boy. Also, did you know her great-grandfather invented the Delany Flush Valve for toilets. And she went to Wesleyan.

There is also, and I kid you not, a paragraph in the article that begins, “Ah, Delany’s big breasts.” Then in her next quote she uses the word “orgasm” not once, but twice. Seriously, why did no one tell me about More magazine before?

Finally, did you know Dana rents out the guesthouse at her West LA home? Why can I never find landlords like this?

Oh, Dana. As a person who thinks of military choppers and Army scrubs whenever “Reflections” by Diana Ross & the Supremes comes on, it cheers my heart to see Dana doing (and of course looking) so well. I had a Florence Nightingale-level crush on Dana in my early teens thanks to “China Beach.”She was so capable, yet so sensitive as Nurse Colleen McMurphy. I still get a little chill each time I hear the theme song.

So then, imagine my delight when she popped up as a power lesbian senator on “The L Word.” And, of course, imagine my delight at her lesbian relationship in “Desperate Housewives.” While I don’t watch the show, I certainly watch clips.

Granted, that clip seems to be mostly about Dana admiring Julie Benz’s breasts. But I’ll take it. And for once, no lesbian was hurt, killed, dumped or disappeared into the parking lot of no return at the end of this storyline. They went to gay Paris. Where, I am sure, they will live happily ever after admiring each other’s considerable, um, assets. Sheesh, see what happens when you read More magazine? Mind straight in the gutter. Happy hump day, indeed.