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Wednesday, February 25, 2004

"Whatcha gonna do now, Queequeg?"

I mean President Bush. Read this about a significant wrinkle to the gay marriage brouhaha.

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Miss Tyra Banks is la diva la plus grande de toute l'heure. She is without equal, my dears. Last night, my suspicions were confirmed. Her hidden agenda has been revealed and her scheme to take over the world has been put into full effect. I ain't mad at her.

Who knew she could sing? Well, we still don't know, of course. But who cares?

(Massive shout out to Pinky and The Brain)

Monday, February 23, 2004

Ah, yes

I remember it well. Bette Davis on the David Letterman show. She was as old as dirt and as wrinkled as a prune. Smoking a cigarette with the assistance of an elegant black cigarette holder. But she looked good largely due to the Patrick Kelly dress she was wearing. She died shortly after that appearance and sadly, so did he. He is remembered in this week's NYT Magazine. How much genius has the dread disease stolen from us? Sad, sad, sad.

Friday, February 20, 2004

Get a room!

I'm not sure if viewing porn in plain sight of the world is against the law in the state of Maryland but it should be. Ahh! Memories. Cue flashback fx and music.

November 2001

Interstate 295.

I'm tooling my jaunty CR-V back to D.C. from the Muvico Egyptian 24 Theatres complex in Anne Arundel County. The Peekymobile is filled to capacity because we've taken an intergenerational group of family and friends - reunited to celebrate the national giving of thanks - to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Luckily, the children are asleep because in the mini-bus riding slightly ahead of me in the right lane, I can clearly see too much! Why would a busload full of folks be watching porn on their way back from wherever the hell they went? I mean, all together like that? That's nasty, boo.

All I can see is someone's flabby nether cheeks - was it ho-made porn? - on screen all down the highway. Where were the cops? Nowhere around, thank'em kindly, as I break all kinds of speed limits hauling ass around that bus.

Look what I just found

Etymologists of the world, unite! No, I don't mean entomologists. Go here.

Do all adjectives become cliches?

I have to wonder after reading this in the Chronicle of Higher Education. Enjoy, you ludic lovers of language.

Some of my favorite adjectives:

liminal
elaborate
fabulous
oblivious
ingratiating
agape
abysmal

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Janice on Janice

Still not loving Janice Dickerson? Shame on you! Thanks to Lala for alerting me to the World's First Supermodel's item on Page Six.

I must have the Angel puppet!

Tant pis pour vous if you missed last night's Angel. It was sheer brilliance. Of course, The WB has decided to cancel the single best show on its schedule. Idiots. Now, I'll never have to tune in to that station again.

But last night's episode was fantastic. The Tick creator, Ben Edlund, really showed his ass last night. He is a genius writer!

"I'll rip you a new puppethole, bitch."

See? Any other examples I try to provide for you will lack context. Damn it, you should have watched it.

And how hot was it to have the puppet show broadcast from KTEC. Could it have anything to do with KCET? Inquiring minds want to know.

(Thanks to Rotten Robin for freshening my memory!)

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Big hair gals (and guys)

Have some time to burn? Hop on over to the Ouidad web site and get your Personal Curl Profile. I am a C2-Fine. She really is the Queen of Curl! And just so ya know, I am so over straight hair. Again.

This all started when I read this article. Only, I do think people should use shampoo. Otherwise, that's just nasty!

May I just say

that I love Chappelle's Show? And now, thanks to the venerable Gray Lady, thousands more may join me.

Watch this show, folks.

Friday, February 13, 2004

To simplify

Having trouble determining which labels to slap on the people that you meet? This article in the San Francisco Chronicle purports to help. Now, I realize that in addition to being the saddest of all creatures - a black female nerd - I am also heteroflexible - straight with a queer outlook on life. Oh, hell.... just Call Me Madam. I am an ambassador to the world!

ANTM update

In her in-depth interview with uber-supermodel, Janice Dickinson (bow down, lowly mortals), Shandi admitted to a brush with the law in her past. Well, our friends at The Smoking Gun have the mug shot. Of course.

That's Liza with a "Z"

Poor David Gest. NOT! I hope Liza beat the holy crap out of him. It's all about her, not about him. Silly man.

Thursday, February 12, 2004

Now at last, I know

I am a slightly delayed adapter of technology. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I would need a cell phone with a camera. Eureka! Pervs of the world, watch out.

More on fashion

Also, read this summation of Fashion Week from one of the founders of Tuleh. And, I forgot to mention how beautiful Marc Jacobs' designs are and, oh, those of Narciso Rodriguez, as well. If I had the money....

Well, doesn't seem at all likely now, does it?

For my fashion-forward lovies

Be sure to read the recap of Fashion Week in the New York Times. And don't forget to view the Interactive Fashion 2004 Feature. How fabulous is Oscar de la Renta?

Friday, February 06, 2004

I am so angry

But my rage is not free-floating. At least, not today. I have two specific issues that have lit a bonfire under my always simmering pot of resentment and brought it to a roiling, hissing boil.

1) The Comedian. You all know this, no need to go into detail.
and
B) The Man (but you knew this, as well.) Details follow:

Why are people still horrified about Janet Jackson's breast? Fully half of the world's entire population possess two of these (on average, that is). And why are people mad at her and not Justin Timberlake? I'm not mad at either one. Guess I'll have to come out my bag and play the race and gender cards. It makes me wanna holler and throw up both mah hands.

Yesterday, Rev. Jesse Jackson was on the Steve Harvey Morning Show. Honey, Jesse is mad, too. He's in the great state of California to harass the Governator into granting a clemency hearing for a Death Row inmate. I don't agree with Jesse on everything but I have to love his fearlessness and determination. He's a gadfly, dammit and he's a good one. He is at a loss as to why no one - especially those of the black and brown persuasion - is in the streets protesting the death penalty, in general, and the case of Kevin Cooper, in particular. I don't know either.

Then, this morning on NPR, I heard "Deal Likely In GM-Race Bias Suit" about a class action suit against GM auto dealers who marked up interest rates on auto loans for black people and Latinos. This story emphasized, to me, how subconscious racism relies on both parties - the oppressor and the oppressee - to work. So, you see, racism no longer has to be explicit. It has been internalized by all involved.

Is there any hope? To quote a wizard I have come to know quite well, "There never was much hope."







Wednesday, February 04, 2004

Who's going with me?

Well, I actually need someone to pay for my ticket to the Blacksploitation! exhibit at the Hollywood Entertainment Museum. Please? In honor of Black History Month?

Need more reasons?

Read this criticism of Cold Mountain at The Village Voice. If nothing else, it will serve to further extend and preserve your embitterment. For The Man, of course.

Love and kisses.


Tuesday, February 03, 2004

Well, it is Black History Month

Refresh your feelings of resentment and bitterness toward The Man. Read this.

Those with a love of language take note

From The New Yorker feature on Derek Walcott: "What makes a poem is the discipline inherent in making a poem. Trying to fit feelings in the requisite number of syllables and lines, disciplining one’s feelings.”

See, that's the problem. I lack discipline. Read the whole thing, lovies.

My lounge act

One day, when I'm all grown up, I'm going to start a new career as a nightclub singer. My act will include the following:

- Anyone Who Had A Heart
- Lush Life
- The Things We Did Last Summer
- I'm Not The Same Girl
- Now At Last
- Guess Who I Saw Today
- Morning Please Don't Come

Not in that order but certainly in that tone. More to come.

Tonight, tonight

Who woulda thunk that world famous window display designer Simon Doonan was also a GENIUS at personality analysis?

Stating the obvious

Jeanette Walls reports the Janet's Super Bowl stunt may have been planned in advance. Hmmm... I wonder how long it took for her to dig that up? Someone should explain the "loose lips" theory to Jermaine Dupree.

Monday, February 02, 2004

I stand corrected

See the Drudge Report regarding said pastie. I was wrong. It's a piercing, which Mr. X called immediately. He's always right.

Boobies, boobies, everywhere...

Did you all see what I saw yesterday? Janet Jackson's right breast live and in person and in living rooms and bars across the globe.

MTV says "The tearing of Janet Jackson's costume was unrehearsed, unplanned, completely unintentional and was inconsistent with assurances we had about the content of the performance."

HAH! Clearly she was prepared for the occasion. Look at the slideshow here. She's wearing a PASTIE.

By the way, her weave is always tight. I am not mad at her for that. And as Lala said, "That ain't the first time Justin Timberlake saw her tittie." I heart Lala.

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