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Beauty, Tattoos And A Warning

Friday, December 14th, 2007

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This photo is from the December issue of Italian Vogue. I found it at the very first fashion blog I ever came across, Fashionologie. This picture makes me want to pile on some eye make-up and get a bunch of new tattoos.

I’ve been thinking of a tattoo that means or signifies ‘warrior.’ I think it might give me strength.

But on the subject of tattoos, here’s some a advice: Never get a tattoo in Chinese characters unless you can read Chinese. Here is a whole blog about tattoos that don’t translate to the intended statement. Ha ha! Serves ‘em right, doesn’t it?

Kim Kardashian Watch

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

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I know it’s become a fixation, but I can’t help it.

Here’s Kim with yet another Giantess! Where does she find them? This one has something to do with Playboy.

Time Warner Is No Damn Good

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

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Postal regulators have accepted a proposal from media giant Time Warner that would stifle small and independent publishers in America. The plan unfairly burdens smaller publishers with higher postage rates while locking in special privileges for bigger media companies.

Can we stop Time-Warner and Rupert Murdoch from wiping out all independent media? Maybe not, but let’s give it a try. Go here to find out more.

Cute Guys

Thursday, July 5th, 2007

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Sometimes, you just want to look at cute guys. Even cute guys who are way too young for you. It’s so relaxing. You can find them at models.com

The Perfect Jeans

Monday, July 2nd, 2007

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Here is my best tip on surviving the fashion doldrums. It’s too hot to think seriously about fall, but one more baby-doll mini-dress and I might have to kill someone. What really matters is finding the perfect jeans, and here they are.

These jeans are from Del Forte Denim and made of chemical-free organic cotton. They are really soft and comfortable despite their tight fit. They are beautifully finished with hidden embroidery to make you feel happy when you put them on. If you’ve seen high-waisted jeans that make people look frumpy, they weren’t these. The style is called Willow and runs true to size. Check out the website for stores or you can order them here.

Julian and Olatz Schnabel: Fun Couple of the Month

Monday, June 18th, 2007

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Julian Schnabel seems like my kind of guy. I don’t know much about him, but his work has been described as ‘confrontational.’ He bought a three story apartment building in Greenwich Village and then added eleven stories, after a protest by local residents failed to thwart his plans. Now he has painted it pink, either to punish the neighborhood or because, I don’t know, I forgot what the other reason would be.

I also like Schnabel’s current wife, Olatz, who has opened a swanky shop that sells bed sheets. I like this ‘Antonia’ style, which is priced to sell, at $1,000 for a king-size sheet.

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Finally, I like that the Schnabels have named their twin sons Olmo and Cy.

Zoo: Men Who Love Horses Too much

Friday, May 4th, 2007

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A new documentary called “Zoo” sounds too preposterous to be for real, but it’s not a joke. The work of someone named Robertson Devor,  its subject is bestiality (whose practitioners call themselves zoophiles.)

Based on several reviews, the film sounds like a demented satire of NAMLA , but by all accounts, it is an effort to depict a taboo subculture without making judgments. It is described as visually impressionistic and arresting, with a moody score reminiscent of Philip Glass. It was inspired by an incident that took place in Seattle a few years ago: A 45 year old man died after having sex with a horse, observed and videotaped by two like-minded friends.

Call me intolerant, but guys who get together to mate with Arabian stallions are not okay, and don’t have a case, period. But this film allows their whining voices to be heard. “It’s much like you love your wife and kids,” one zoo guy explains. Uh huh.

“You’re not gonna be able to ask them about the latest Madonna album,” another one notes, describing his relationship with horses. “They’re not gonna know the difference between Tolstoy and Keats. It’s a very simple, plain kind of world, and for the moment you can kind of switch off.” Hm. This sounds like most of the guys I went out with before I got married. But they were all bipeds.

“I don’t need a high level of interaction, whether it be human or otherwise,” says another horse-lover, not unlike the guys my best friend keeps meeting in bars. It’s the “otherwise” that’s kind of, um, fucked up.

If the zoo guys seem oblivious to the animals’ feelings and dignity, one of them assures the filmmaker that the horses “are happy to participate.” “They’re hittin’ on you!” declares another.

Some reviews of this film are amazingly sympathetic. It’s classy, it’s lyrical, bla bla bla. One calls it “unexpectedly troubling.” Goodness!  There’s a reviewer who needs a vacation.

I must say, I am almost tempted to go and see “Zoo” which just opened at a popular art-house theater in my city. But I’m the type who yells stuff at the TV. I don’t think I could sit through the screening without laughing hysterically, or at least shouting an impassioned “As if!”

 

Celebrity Meltdowns

Saturday, February 17th, 2007

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Nothing could have distracted me from the Anna Nicole Smith drama except this frightening picture of Britney Spears, revealing a woman in the throes of a nervous breakdown. I can’t watch, but I can’t look away.

If Taxi Driver is anything to go by, Britney is on the verge of a murderous rampage. I’m very worried, and I need this to be resolved so I can get back to Anna.

Why Men Pretend to Like Jazz

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

 

 

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If you’re a man, you’re probably on record as loving Miles Davis. You probably even call him “Miles.” You have a collection of Cds by Coltrane, Mingus, and Charlie Parker. You get all wistful when you discuss how great Chet Baker was.

If you’re a women, you’re really sick of this shit, but you’ve learned to tolerate it, in exchange for sex and security. But deep in your heart, you know he’s just pretending. He doesn’t really love jazz: no one could! It’s awful!

Men like to explain how you haven’t learned to “appreciate” jazz, and that’s why you don’t get it like he does. After all it’s so complex, and women tend to be simpletons, as least where music is concerned. When a woman hears Coltrane’s version of “My Favorite Things”,she is so ignorant that it just sounds like a horrible, excruciating racket. She will long for ear plugs, whereas the man who proudly put on “A Love Supreme” will adopt an expression of perfect rapture.

Men who are musicians are the worst, of course. They will be even more condescending than a civilian man when discussing the merits of jazz. It’s mathematical! You just don’t understand it! If only you weren’t a moron, you could grasp the genius of Thelonius Monk!

Jazz is a prop that affords men a posture of superiority. Nah nah, ladies, you might be gaining authority in other areas of life, but you don’t get jazz! Yet some women still buy into this fiction, like the people who declare that Jackson Pollack is as good a painter as Rembrandt. I think the time has come for women to let men off the hook, by revealing their fraud and allowing them to start making amends. Wait, I mean start listening to good music.

The tragedy is, for some men, that years of pretending have tricked them into believing they actually do like and enjoy jazz. Even when they’re alone, these men will listen to Dave Brubeck or study the history of Blue Note records. It’s kind of like the Stockholm Syndrome, but without the kidnappers.

Studies have suggested that men who pretend to love jazz have higher levels of testosterone than those who admit they either don’t like it or aren’t familiar with it. This holds true even for deaf men. In other words, the mere pretense has a masculinizing effect. Other studies have illustrated that when men talk about jazz, they tend to rate their own intelligence at least twenty points higher than when they talk about cars. Finally, recent research findings at both Oxford University and MIT imply that jazz is intolerable to all cultures where males are still allowed to beat women and set them on fire when honor demands it.

Don’t feel too badly about yourself if you are a man who “loves jazz.” Come out of the closet and celebrate your freedom to listen to punk, rhythm & blues, classic rock and death metal. You can still reads maps better than girls, if you need something to feel superior about.   

Think “Dead Handbag” for that Special Someone!

Friday, December 1st, 2006

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Check out this Dead Handbag I found, to wear with the Dead Animal Surprise Boots I featured here recently. This bag is made of natural fox, and sells for $5,095 at Vivre, a shopping site I love for its unaffordable luxury items.

This, ahem, handbag looks a little too natural for my taste. I found something very similar once in my backyard, and gave a bloodcurdling scream, as I recall. I stupidly got a neighbor to throw it away, without thinking of its potential as a handbag.