two or three things...

ATTENTION! WATCH THIS!

2009-07-27T08:57:00.000-07:00

8 GIRLS WITHOUT BOYFRIENDS
by Courtney & Johnnie Walker
August 27-30
The Bread and Circus

TV I'm Watching

2009-06-10T12:02:00.000-07:00

Showtime's new series Nurse Jackie premiered this Monday on TMN here in Canada. (Nevermind that it bumped The Line to 10:30. I can live with that...) Starring powerhouse Edie Falco of Sopranos fame, this shit is BANANAS. Jackie is like a way more awesome Dr. House. A nurse with a drug problem who will go to any lengths to help her patients. (In the first episode alone she forges a signature on a donor card and flushes an ear down the toilet...) Falco has got to be one of the most engaging actresses on television right now, along with Toni Colette on The United States of Tara. Falco, like Colette is completely flat-footed, in her body, and an absolute delight to watch. Stylistically it's stunning, but really I wouldn't expect anything else.

WTF

2009-05-14T17:31:00.001-07:00

Do I even have to point out how completely horrible and evil and basically just all around terrible this marketing campaign is?
Okay so beyond the obvious fat-phobic shit about the "skinny" and the measuring tape, am I the only one who kind of thinks it kind of sounds like they're using "cow" in reference to women? Yes I realize the literal reference is to an actual (albeit hyper-"feminized") cow, but seriously, COME ON!

Check out the television commercial:

"Here's to not depriving ourselves, to confidence, and to buying into horrific ideals of the female body!"

WATCH THIS NOW. I mean it.

2009-05-14T07:43:00.000-07:00

So I know these awesome guys who are in this awesome sketch comedy troupe Frenzy.

Check out this amazing thing they made. Stay for the bananas.

2009-05-14T06:59:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of the Tamil protest as is passed my office window yesterday. (It's very tiny... apologies.) I'm not going to wade into the issue too much other than to echo something my dad said to me yesterday. "They have to move away from the Tamil Tigers like the Irish moved away from the IRA." I suppose he means in order to have their (very legitimate) concerns taken up by the global community? Just something to think about I guess.

So I Finally watched "Twilight"...

2009-04-24T12:36:00.000-07:00

And MAN is that shit ridiculous.

Okay, full disclosure, there was a part of me that totally dug this movie. And would you like to know which part? The thirteen year old me that still held ridiculous expectations about romantic love, and apparently, the part that secretly wants to be Mormon. But more on that later.

In case you don't know what this story is about there's a very enlightening recap here which also lays bare all the ridiculous LDS references and also includes hilarious pictures of Melanie Griffiths and Bjork.

There has been lots and lots of discussion of the books and the movie throughout the blogosphere, especially regarding the implications of the narrative from a feminist perspective.

But this is what I would like to add to the conversation: I am thoroughly creeped out by the fact that the movie at least is totally pornography for prepubescent girls and sexually unfulfilled midwestern housewives. Because women can't be open about getting pleasure from, you know, ACTUAL SEX, it all has to be cloaked in this insane romance. The story is filled with abstinence propaganda about how it's way better to repress your desire, about how it's somehow more authentic, and even more passionate to abstain until.... until what? You decide you want to become a vampire? Until you want to have hybrid vampire babies? Because it's not socially acceptable for women to express sexual desire or arousal about actual sex, they have to pretend it's actually all about love. Or this weird creepy version of love. When really we all know it's just about boning Robert Pattinson. Which we all want to do. But oh, according to this he's just too freaked out to date you.

p.s. Holy shit I just realized I'm older than this guy. WTF. That makes me feel ill.

Jessica Valenti in the house.

2009-04-23T08:54:00.000-07:00

Jessica Valenti has got to be one of my most favourite people. Feministing is an amazing blog and her new book "The Purity Myth" is smart, witty and important. You should read it.

And today Jessica totally did a kick ass job of representing the feminists on The Today Show:

Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy

It's too bad that none of those blathering idiots let her talk very much, because when she was allowed to open her mouth she blew them all out of the water.

Your Car as Canvas, or, You're a fucking Asshole

2009-04-23T08:32:00.000-07:00

I saw a lot of things in the American Southwest. Among these things were lizards, casinos, coyotes, and lots of terribly offensive bumper stickers.

"Who Would Jesus Bomb?" Oh I don't know, how about someone who takes the messages of Christianity and distorts them for their own fucked up xenophobic moral axioms?

"Terrorist Hunting Permit" Right. Am I to believe you carry around a pump action shot gun in the trunk of your car just in case you see one of those pesky arabs?

Fuck me.

Here in Canada the most offensive things spotted on motor vehicles are usually slightly more benign, but just as irritating.

i.e. White Mercedes sedan in the parking lot of the Summerhill LCBO with the license plate "SPICYMUM." Yup. You're hot. You're a yummy mummy. Your poor, poor kids. Someone call Children's Aid.

You Tube video of the week! (or... my livelihood!)

2009-02-23T08:52:00.000-08:00

So finally, this is what I've been doing with the past year and a half of my life. If you squint really hard you can see my name in the bottom right hand corner of the final title card.

Premiering March 16th on The Movie Network at 10pm. The first two episodes will also be available online beginning March 2nd.

Blog of the Week

2009-02-16T09:16:00.000-08:00

I made a great internet discovery via Geekologie and that is "This is Why You're Fat."

This site is all at once homage and mockery of what can only be described as suicidal ventures of gastronomy. You are disgusted but you cannot look away. You want to eat it, you want to vomit. Complicated emotions my friend.

Favourites include the gravy covered pizza and the 12 bird true love roast.

Obama on women!

2009-01-21T08:10:00.000-08:00

It's only the first day and there's already reason to believe the hype...

There's also been whisperings that he's going to repeal the global gag rule.

AND he can dance.

I am a bundle of contradictions.

2009-01-12T20:40:00.001-08:00

New Year's Resolutions: Late Edition
1. lose weight
2. stop obsessing about weight
3. a) take more vitamins.
b) find out what the maximum legal dose of vitamin d is. take it. everyday.
4. stop being a hypochondriac. this may involve taking up smoking and the recreational use of narcotics.
5. read more
6. watch more tv

They're not mutually exclusive... I swear.

As they say, you were too good for this world...

2009-01-03T06:11:00.000-08:00

How do I explain my love for this man?

I tried:

I have yet to decide how he would feel about it, if in fact we had ever met. I was sure that some day I would travel to New York and visit him in his apartment. The place would be cluttered, like mine, and he would make some joke about it. I would try to ask him questions about writing but he wouldn't want to talk about that so we would just shoot the shit instead. I'm pretty sure if I showed him my indelible homage to him he would have said
"Now what the hell did you do that for?"

He was prescient:

He was self deprecating:

When I was thirteen I thought everything he said was true. This has, for the most part, gone unchanged. I think on some level, he just had it right.

Things I am enjoying:

2008-11-12T09:27:00.000-08:00

Remember this song:

Well, two of my favourite people, T.I. and Rihanna have sampled it into this friggin awesome song:

(no video... just one of those audio you-tube situations...)

OBAMA 2008!!!

2008-11-03T08:15:00.000-08:00

Charlie Kaufman: English Specialist's wet dream

2008-10-02T10:30:00.000-07:00

I love him. I really do. He's basically a living embodiment of everything I love about post-modernist theory.
While really high concept movies usually really irritate me, his films seem to be the exception.
I could watch "Adaptation" every week and still find something to be surprised by. I cry every time I watch "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind."

For all these reasons and more, "Synecdoche, New York" is giving me a big intellectual hard-on. Combining my love for Phillip Seymour Hoffman with my obsession with obscure theoretical ideas writ large in some overwrought creative opus, there's no way I'm not going to love this movie.

SAVE BITCH!

2008-09-16T07:04:00.000-07:00

Seriously. SAVE IT!

Help keep independent, not-for-profit publishing alive!

Things about Sarah Palin you should read....

2008-09-13T06:26:00.000-07:00

Cintra Wilson has got to be one of my favourite op-ed writers ever. She's hilarious, totally offensive and searingly witty. She can eviscerate anyone with about three keystrokes and she has most recently turned her attention to that spawn of Satan, Sarah Palin.

She pulls no punches here, and while another blogger has decried her article as sexist, I must disagree. Wilson is using the way the world sees women to tear apart the GOP's reasoning behind choosing Palin. Wilson is not sexist, she just sees it everywhere she turns and isn't afraid to call it what it is. My personal favourite is Wilson's reference to Palin's "virtual burqua."

Genius.

For more Wilson, if you can handle it, you should read her book "A Massive Swelling: Celebrity Reexamined as a Grotesque, Crippling Disease and other Cultural Revelations." The sample chapter title: "Jacko the no-nosed wacko: A Motown morality fable." It's one of those books where you will laugh out loud until maybe a little pee comes out as you read it.

Put Cintra Wilson on the list of women I'd like to be friends with.

This made me cry a little bit...

2008-09-06T06:42:00.000-07:00

Ignore the lame ass soundtrack.

Gloria strikes again...

2008-09-05T09:24:00.000-07:00

Say what you want about her, but Gloria Steinem is a powerhouse. When I read her piece in the New York Times about Hilary Clinton, I felt that she was saying everything about the sexism in the race for the democratic nomination that I was too angry and stupid to articulate.

I felt the same when I read her piece about Sarah Palin.

As inflammatory as this sounds, it means absolutely nothing to me that Palin is a woman. As a feminist, as a politically interested human being, as a member of the global community.... nothing. While I cannot ignore the fact that the increasing visibility of women in politics despite their political views is another step towards women in the public eye not being viewed solely though the lens of gender, I just cannot get behind this decision in any way shape or form.

Palin has got to be the most anti-woman woman that McCain could have chosen. What is appealing about her to the republican party and all their supporters is the fact that she is completely non-threatening to the political establishment that they love so dearly.

We know that her political views fall squarely in line with the ultra-conservative lifestyle exalted by the political and Christian right in the states. From her very vocal stance on abortion -- she seems to be using both herself and her daughter to drive home her anti-choice beliefs -- to her views on gun control ("I SHOOT WOLVES!") and the environment ("Drill! For the love of god... DRILL! Wildlife reserve.... ha!")she is positioned exactly where the male dominated political establishment wants her - completely in line with them.

Not only that, but she is continually positioned and defined by how much she partakes in traditional gender roles. From the continual reference to her as mother and wife to her lame-ass joke about hockey moms, pitbulls and lipstick, she is completely non-threatening to how the majority of Americans want to view woman. No matter how exceptional it is that she is only the second woman to ever be on the ticket as a VP, she will always be defined by her role as "good mom" and "a VPILTF." Her domesticity and her appeal as a sexual object. Has anything changed? Is there anything new here in the way women are treated by the public sphere of American culture. No. Not at all.

Hilary was subject to the sexist, misogynistic crap she endured (and continues to endure) because she as a woman was more threatening to some deeply held beliefs about gender roles. Because Chelsea is an adult, Hilary could not be lauded for balancing motherhood and a political life. Because her marital problems were aired for all the world to see, no one can praise her for her blissful domestic life. She's older, which takes away the comfort that can be taken in reducing her to an object of sexual desire -- because as we all know, women over fifty-five are repulsive. She has lead an active political life and has an amazing amount of experience, which unlike Palin, does not inspire the belief that "anyone can be president." Hilary is not a "down home gal" who "hunts and fishes..." Yeah... she's been too busy earning actual political experience for that.

I am totally aware that the comparison of these two women could serve to reduce them solely to their gender, which is definitely not what I want to do. But if it's true that McCain's pick of Palin was in any way a bid for disgruntled Hilary supporters, or to prove that the republicans are also hip to this whole "women in the white house" thing then all I have to say is what the fuck.

Cat humiliation central

2008-08-29T07:52:00.000-07:00

I promise I will post about something else at some point...

The ultimate showdown.

2008-08-26T11:45:00.001-07:00

VERSUS

I won.
Kind of.
Ask me how!

Cat post the second

2008-08-25T13:25:00.000-07:00

Margaret Sinclair: The evolution of windowsill sleeping.

Observe.

Then:

Now:

While the technique has changed, the essential adorable factor has been untouched.

What is not accurately depicted in these photos is the fact that between the taking of the above pictures, the cat in question basically doubled in size.

Andrew and Pierre...

2008-08-25T13:16:00.000-07:00

My boys...

Inspired by Andrew's post.

Things you didn't know.

2008-08-14T06:36:00.001-07:00

This is amazing, and in a way, inspiring.

Thank you Julia Child, for now I add "spy operative" to my list of secret dreams. You really were the shit.

A dream come true....

2008-08-13T08:56:00.000-07:00

While some of my aspirations (Manhattan Pied-a-terre, 3rd novel, master chef) are decidedly ambitious and altogether unlikely, I do have a few desires in my life that might stand a chance of being fulfilled.

And now I can cross one of them off my list.

WALL OF BOOKS!!! I sometimes just sit on my couch and look at them all, sitting there, waiting for me. The infinite possibilities are thrilling. But sometimes I worry I won't read them all before I die.

The worst part is, I still have about six boxes sitting in my parents' storage locker.

This also represents the first time my books and Andrew's books have mingled upon shelves. In some ways I feel this is more of a commitment than moving in together.

I wish...

2008-08-05T13:12:00.000-07:00

1. that my new apartment would unpack itself
2. that I would stop clenching my jaw and giving myself headaches
3. that Canada had a better television industry, which would take away this feeling that I should probably move to New York or L.A. lest I be at the mercy of telefilm for the rest of my life.
4. that I had a cookie
5. that I could stop thinking about the bus decapitation incident

What the Fucking Hell.

2008-07-31T12:57:00.000-07:00

"Man decapitates passenger aboard Greyhound bus in Manitoba."
In all seriousness, it's ridiculous shit like this
that makes me believe that our existence on this planet is actually some kind of cruel joke. The most fucked up part is that it was a random attack. Oh no wait. It's actually the part where the guy drops the head at the feet of the other passengers.

Jesus Christ.

Nostalgia.

2008-07-31T10:32:00.000-07:00

Inspired by Andrew's post over at the Borden Haus Blog I thought I would post this picture. This is from one of two road trips made by myself, Hugh, Mariea and Maya to the Krispy Kreme store in Mississauga. I think we were yearning for some kind of suburban teenage existence that seemed somehow exotic. (Upon closer inspection I have discovered the life of the suburban teenager to be pretty fucking bleak.) Hugh drove us around in his parents car in which the stereo was broken. Out solution to this was to play Mariea's Dead Prez CDs out of a boombox we kept in the backseat. As horribly lame as this all was, I have very fond memories of these evenings.

I <3 Carrie Brownstein

2008-07-15T06:05:00.000-07:00

via Feministing via Bitch Magazine

A scenario for your consideration.

2008-07-14T08:02:00.000-07:00

So you're going to work. You get on at Bathurst station heading east at approximately 8:15 am. Naturally, it's rammed. When a few people file out at St. George you squeeze into the middle seat of a three pack. At Yonge, most people get off, including the woman sitting to your right. But because you work in the middle of nowhere, you are staying on until Pape. The man on your left also stays on. There are now many empty seats on the train. Do you get up and move so you're not sitting right next to him? Are you expected to move because you sat down beside him? Do you have a right to be offended when he gets up and moves to an empty bench? What's the etiquette here people?

Why I love my job...

2008-07-13T10:22:00.000-07:00

"Well if we can't put the prosthetic cock in his mouth, where are we going to put it?"

"I don't know... around his neck?"

"Or maybe he can wear it like a hat."

"Is it too much like the Sopranos to have it shoved up his ass?"

"Yeah... probably..."

Disgusting foods that intregue me.

2008-07-03T12:09:00.000-07:00

Yes. That is a sausage and cheesy egg sandwich on a donut.

Holy shit.

Can I watch you eat this?

Missing Brangelina (my newly Perez free life)

2008-06-03T19:56:00.000-07:00

So a couple of months ago I read a really great article in Atlantic Monthly called "Shooting Britney."
For those of you who have neither the time nor the inclination to read said article, it was written by a journalist who spent a few weeks hanging out with the paparazzi that constantly swarm around Brit-brit. Among the many horrifying details included the in the article was the fact that there are between ten and fifteen tabloid photographers outside her house 24/7. Oh... and the fact that apparently she stays up until three in the morning reading what people are saying about her on the internet.

This is really just the tip of the iceberg as far as the things this article covers. What really struck me was the fucking huge amount of money these photographers make, and how much revenue websites like TMZ and Perez actually generate. I suppose there was always a small part of me that considered myself slightly morally superior because I just read about Ashly Tinsdale's nose job online as opposed to buying People, Us, You, Them etc....

This article corrected me of that misconception. By reading the websites I was directly participating and contributing to an industry that I can only describe as pernicious ans basically evil. Yeah I know all these people are asking for it by flashing their vaginas every four seconds, but I would argue that they are just fully absorbed by the celebrity monster that tells them that their value as a human being is directly linked to how many times they appear in photographs.

So I quit Perez. I swear. I took him off my bookmark bar and I haven't looked back. I would say I've been a good ninety days Perez-free.

And I am not trying to sound morally superior. I just found that his white sketches of semen were taking up a much larger part of my brain than I ever intended. I was checking that shit all the fucking time. I knew everything. Even shit I did not want to know. Like... all this stiff about the Jonas Brothers? Who the fuck are they?

Okay so I still read Jezebel. But that's social commentary... right?

Anyway. I'm holding strong. I miss it sometimes. But mostly I feel kind of liberated. And only occasionally completely out of the loop. Hell... I just found out yesterday that St. Angelina had apparently given birth then not given birth in the South of France.

But I know that now. Just proving that a portion of my brain will forever be devoted to the minutia of strangers' lives, whether I like it or not.

to market to market...

2008-05-30T05:57:00.001-07:00

Yesterday I went to the Dufferin Grove farmer's market to buy some ever-so-sustainable local produce and found that I was surrounded by premonitions of my future self. Lots of women buying organic kale and sweet potatoes to make homemade baby food for the infants that they have strapped to their front using all sorts of alternative baby carrying slings. I have come to accept the fact that I will some day be one of these women.

In other farmer's market news, I was very excited to see that there is one starting right up the street from me.

Also: Moroccan mint tea is amazing. Fresh mint, green tea and sugar = amazing thing to drink all the time. I think I might try it iced...

Baby for sale...

2008-05-28T07:36:00.000-07:00

This is pretty messed up.

And even if it is a hoax... damn.

That's all I have to say about that.

Lent (the blasphemous & abridged version): DAY 1

2008-02-01T12:52:00.000-08:00

At a Sunday dinner at Andrew's Nana's a couple of weeks ago, the conversation turned to the subject of Lent. Being a religious woman, Nana strictly observes lent and every year gives up cookies, cakes and sweets for the duration of the forty days before Easter. Not one to be shown up, I quickly said that maybe I too should give up something in order to display my christian devotion, or more likely, prove that I could do it. Not to be outdone, I was quickly joined be three others. This is when it degenerated. Within ten minutes we had all put $25 dollars into a pool to guarantee our adherence to our respective deprivations for the month of february. (we all decided that forty days was just too friggin long and that a month would be more manageable.) Anyone who caves loses their money which will then be distributed among those left standing. If we all stick to our guns we use to the money to go out and gorge ourself with food and liquor on March 1st.

THE PLAYERS

Courtney "C-Wok" Walker: I am, like Nana, giving up Cookies, Cakes, Sweets. Although unlike Nana, I believe this includes pie, ice cream and anything dessert related.

Dave "Thunderdome" Mason: Dave is giving up beer. This will be hard for him because a) he loves beer, b) The Superbowl is on Sunday and c) he really really loves beer. The jury is still undecided as to whether Strongbow counts or not. I say yes.

Susan "salt-lick" Reeves: Sue is giving up salt because she loves salt so much that she salts her salad and her hamburgers. This will be difficult, because let's face it, salt is awesome. Her rules are as follows: may cook with appropriate amounts of salt when necessary, but is prohibited from any and all table salting.

Lindsay "sugarsaugar" Reeves: Like myself Linds will be giving up cookies, cakes and sweets. This also includes pie and other dessert related items. Last night Lindsay was so anxious about her commitment that she ate a whole tube of Jelly Tots.

Andrew refused because he thinks it's stupid (he may be right). Jeff refused because he's perfect and doesn't really have anything to give up. I will me chronicling the group's progress on this blog, although I imagine it will mostly be me whining and detailing the gruesome details of my sugar withdrawal. I will also be gathering dispatches from the other parties involved as to also monitor their progress.

DAY 1
Yesterday I ate a donut and lots of Oreos because I knew it would be my last taste of freedom for a while. I've only been awake for five hours and I'm already hankering for a vegan chocolate chocolate chip cookie from Manic Coffee. After Andrew informed me that instant hot chocolate was also off limits I died a little inside. This is going to be a hard month. I should probably learn to appreciate fruit a little more. I'm hoping the silver lining of this horrible idea is going to be a visible reduction in the size of my love handles.

I love Kat Von D and her love handles.

2008-02-01T10:02:00.000-08:00

I suppose this post might seem antithetical to my previous feminist rants. Not so! I think we can all agree that Kat Von D is awesome. Sure she doesn't really have the best grasp of the english language, and sure, she got a picture of her friend tattooed on her ass, and sure she's had sex with Steve-O, but the woman has a hairless cat named Ludwig and is consistently seen wearing leather pants which give her some awesome awesome love handles. I adore the way she unabashedly wears pants that hit her at the most unflattering point on her body possible, and yet still manages to rock them so hard that fifteen-year-old boys (and 22-year-old females) all over North America want to have sex with her / be her best friend.

A part of me wishes I had the gonads to wear pants like that. But upon deeper contemplation I am fairly sure that I would just look like a fat hooker, and not an awesome tattoo artist with a seriously cool smoker's rattle in her voice...

More signs of the impending apocalypse.

2008-01-27T09:39:00.000-08:00

Well let's just talk about this for a minute, shall we?
The other week I was browsing through the new movie trailers on apple.com/trailers, when I came across this cinematic gem. This firmly falls into the category of "who the fuck gave this the go-ahead." As I'm sure any of you who know me at all can guess, my primary issue with this "movie" is the standard "holy shit I can't believe how friggin misogynistic is." I mean for the love of god... the conceit of the whole thing revolves around the most ridiculous stereotypes of attractiveness. I mean for chrissakes, the instructions are right on the movie poster. "That's hot. That's not." Just in case you were unclear.
HOT:
-blonde
-thin
-vapid
-Hollister bikini wearing

NOT:
-brunette (unbrushed)
-over 110 lbs
-wears weird hats
-hairy
-one-piece swimsuit.

Now, besides begin offended as a brunette, I can't help but think that this is almost more insulting to men than it is to women. I mean, it's all the usual shit for us females, right? None of this is new or surprising. But it strikes me that the expectations for men have sunk so low as to assume that this kind of shit about what is acceptably sexually attractive seems marketable, and even worse, entertaining. Now clearly all men won't be entertained or titillated by Paris' straight-to-DVD cinematic romp, but I think I can safely say that this is part of a disturbing trend that includes almost all beer commercials and Maxim. Sure, there's always been assholes, but the problem is that all men are being marketed to as if they are all this particular kind of Jager-shooting, pussy-fucking, white-baseball-cap-wearing frat boy degenerate.

Let's move on, shall we?

p.s. It just occurred to me that Paris might be doing this out of financial need, given that Grandpa Hilton is giving away the family fortune to charity because Paris was besmirching the good Hilton name with her Heiress-sex-tape-exploits. God bless philanthropy.

sigh... Britney V2.0

2008-01-07T11:52:00.000-08:00

I figure if I leave long enough between posts then I can base everything I write here on Britney Spears, who is at this point testing the cultural waters to see just how sad and upsetting someone's life can become before people stop being entertained by it. I don't think its unreasonable to say that the reaction to her recent escapades is indicative of the greater public attitude towards mental health. And if you'll excuse me for a minute, of how people perceive women's mental health in contrast with men's mental health. Owen Wilson tries to kill himself and there's an outpouring of public sympathy, Perez Hilton takes it very seriously and (as far as I know) no one at "The Gallery of the Absurd" makes a grotesque portrait of him slitting his wrists or downing a bottle of herbal laxatives. Unfortunately, Ms. Spears did not receive a similar reaction. Granted, her behaviour was not so straightforwardly depressive, but I think it would be naive to argue that they were not the actions of someone with mental health problems. To review --> Owen Wilson, sympathetic Wes Anderson darling who has just gone off the rails and needs some peace and quiet to recuperate VS. Britney --> Hysterical nutcase, fading popstar, desperate media whore. Sure she seeks out the attention of the media, but it might have something to do with the fact that she has been defined by the media's acceptance and praise/criticism since she was what, a fetus?

sigh... Britney

2007-09-17T11:18:00.000-07:00

I've basically been spending the last week thinking about Britney Spears. Yes, I know that it mildly pathetic, but a part of me thinks that what's been going on is actually important in some way...

There's something about the whole thing that almost sees tragic. Her performance wasn't funny or embarassing, it was just sad and upsetting. I'm as guilty as anyone for consuming all the blogger "rubbernecking," but I'm pretty sure that we're getting close to a saturation point with this worship of celebrity culture. The reaction to this whole thing was so excessive to the point of obscenity. Isn't there a point that is reached where things will have to start moving in the other direction? Seriously... how much more ridiculous can it get before the whole thing becomes a parody of itself?

And if I hear one more person call her fat I'm actually going to go on a murderous rampage.

F.H.H.*

2007-08-08T12:56:00.000-07:00

According to those guys over at Apple, "you can't be too thin. or two powerful." Not to read too much into these things, but COME ON. I'm not even angry so much as annoyed. Just generally annoyed at the kind of shit that I have to look at. How about that MGD ad that's something like "so smooth that it can say 'make me a sandwich' and actually get one" ? Who is making these things? How is there no one in any of these offices saying "actually... that's pretty offensive..."?
It really baffles the mind.
For more ranting see my March 22 livejournal post.

While I would say I am generally an angry person, I don't think I'm unreasonable.

*(feminist high horse)