Archive for March, 2009

Question of the Day

It’s only the Question of the Day because my brother asked me and I was all, “WHAT?!” Apparently, he wasn’t asking for himself, but for a friend.

Question of the Day: Is it morally wrong to use someone’s faults or negatives to your advantage to sleep with them?

Um, I say YES. End of story.

The Qtip Chronicles

If you have neck/shoulder pain at my house, I’ll gladly provide you with a heating pad under one condition.

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You have to carry it with you everywhere, or risk losing out to Qtip. Look at him. He’s not giving that back. And are you going to try and take it from him?

80 Years…Damn.

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Meet Walter and Beatrice Postings. Both 101 years old, they celebrated their 80th ANNIVERSARY on Friday. Can you imagine being with the same person, day in, day out, for 80 FUCKING YEARS? Because I can’t.

Over my shoulder, Dixon was reading the article about the lucky couple and even he was all, “Damn. I’d be so sick of you…”

Then he paused, seeing the side eye I was giving him, and he amended his statement: “I mean, just because, 80 years is a long time…um…I love you?”

Today

…was completely insane. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, and regular blogging will resume. Sorry!

If I Were You, I’d Be Pissed.

Kelly Clarkson is arguably one of the best pop singers we’ve got (next to Ms. Spears of course) and yet, her label can’t seem to be happy with her talent without picking on her appearance. It’s a bit ridiculous, considering most of her tween-aged  audience probably doesn’t care how she looks, just that she keeps putting out records.

But here we are, handing out a Photoshop Award to the label’s in-house retouchers. Check out their handiwork on Clarkson’s latest singles:

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Of the first cover, Kelly herself was all, “Ahahaha, that’s totally not even ME.” Sad. I’d be more pissed about it but hey, kudos to her for shaking it off and just focusing on her music.

Alright, that’s it.

I have to say this, once and for all: I think Twitter is stupid. 

If I want to update my Facebook status, I will do so. On FACEBOOK.  I’m not interested in cyber-stalking my friends while they “eat Cheerios,” “drop off stained dry cleaning,” and do a bundle of other terribly mundane tasks. And I’m not about to bore them with the crap I do on Saturday morning—such thrill rides as “washing the car and then spending ten extra minutes drying it off with a generic ShamWow from Walgreens,” “Wii Boxing with Dixon and then icing my shoulder,” or “doing a load of laundry and plucking all the stray cat hair out of the lint trap.” HO HUM.

So thanks, but no thanks, for the invites to join—because I’m already on Facebook, MySpace, LinkedIn and WordPress. And I really, truly believe that that’s enough.

Metamorphosis

Is it just me, or is Christina Aguilera looking more and more like Donatella Versace with each passing paparazzi photo?

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I know it’s not just me; I simply needed to make my point.

Quick Clip

Rihanna’s got new ink – a stupid tiny gun under her arm. Ooh, I’m scared of you and your birthmark-like tat! It’s true that the worst ink we get is when we’re young and/or emotional. And seeing as she’s both of those things right now…

Bret Michaels has an autobiography coming out. I have two questions: 1. Who told this guy he could write a book and then PAID him to do so? 2. Is he…WEARING MAKEUP? 

Blender magazine folded. NOOOOOO! I love their listicles—especially “The 50 Worst Things Ever to Happen to Music.” 

Hollywood Reality Check

“Everybody comes to Hollywood/They wanna make it in the neighborhood/They like the smell of it in Hollywood/How could it hurt you when it looks so good?”

- Madonna

The lyrics ring true, time and again. The siren song of fame and fortune is impossible for some to ignore, even as the lifestyle chews them up and spits them out. Fame makes people do crazy things, and the Hollywood Reality Check profiles this phenomenon.

This time, it’s not a person we’re profiling, but a grim fact of Hollywood life: ageism.

Those in TV, film and music are consistently encouraged to “refresh” their looks as they age. As they approach the dreaded 40th year, Hollywood women tend to get blonder, thinner and tighter in the face. Check out Nicole Kidman:

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I ask you: what was so wrong with the red hair that it had to be lightened within an inch of its life? And, is her skin abnormally shiny? It looks like it physically hurts her to smile. Too much Botox, not enough self-esteem. 

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Janice Dickinson, one of the original supermodels, doesn’t even look like herself anymore. She’s admitted to several surgeries to “maintain” her looks, although you and I would probably argue that these procedures are doing anything but.

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Even gorgeous Daryl Hannah has made some unnecessary changes in her quest to stay forever young. 

Goldie Hawn’s character in The First Wives’ Club said it best: “There are only three stages for women in Hollywood: Babe, District Attorney and Driving Miss Daisy.” That was 1994, and it seems to still be the general rule, judging by the high number of taut, pulled faces gracing the red carpets each year. 

Of course, men aren’t immune, either. 

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Wayne Newton has clearly had a lift or two in an attempt to keep himself looking young. Unfortunately you can only do this so many times before you begin to look like a bad replica of yourself. 

The lesson learned: be a little more forgiving to yourself. A few wrinkles on your actual face is probably going to look a lot better than a nip/tuck fuck-up you can’t fix.

Clueless Cover: Marie Claire

Talk about not reading the room. The April issue of Marie Claire offers readers “167 finds for under $100,” but when you skim the glossy pages, everything’s suddenly under $250. And when I say “everything,” I mean “each separate piece.” 

I’m sorry, but I’ve never spent $250 on one item of clothing in my life. I’ve spent $250 on an entire SEASON’S worth of clothes, including outerwear, but never on one damn thing. And those were in so-called “boom” years. I’m even cheaper about it now that I don’t know what the future holds or how long this recession will last. 

So where in hell do these idiots get off picking out hard-to-find, pricey items like these? I mean, if I wanted ugly-ass leggings and tunics that looked like potato sacks, I’d head to Forever 21.

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