Here’s what Roger Ebert had to say about the presidential debate:
I do not like you, John McCain. My feeling has nothing to do with issues. It has to do with common courtesy. During the debate, you refused to look Barack Obama in the eye. Indeed, you refused to look at him at all. Even when the two of you shook hands at the start, you used your eyes only to locate his hand, and then gazed past him as you shook it.
Obama is my guy. If you are rude to him, you are rude to me. If you came to dinner at my house and refused to look at or speak with one of my guests, that would be bad manners and I would be offended. Same thing if I went to your house. During the debate, you were America’s guest.
Always bet on Ebert. Always.
Ok, so here’s a question for you. My boyfriend of three years and I have lived together for a little over a year, and our home is just miserable. We fight all the time, we don’t treat each other like we’re special, and things seem to just be falling apart. It’s hard to feel attractive to someone who sees you in zit cream every night. I’m contemplating moving out in an effort to save our relationship. Do you think this is a good idea? Does this ever work out?
This is a really tough decision to make in a relationship and I don’t envy you. No matter what decision you make, it’s going to hurt. And before I admire you on being willing to take a societal “step back” in order to help your relationship, let me first ask you if you actually do want to stay in the relationship.
Ali Lohan is going to be in a real live movie you guys!! Straight to DVD and ridiculous-looking, sure, but it’s better than your pretend singing career! I love how even though it’s a kids’ movie, and the cast is all about the same age, and everyone else looks age appropriate, 15 year old Ali Lohan looks like she should be babysitting them and giving them their first shot of Goldschlager.
So…..I’m really not qualified to give any kind of update on Fashion Week. I barely keep up with it, and really just love Project Runway, which is probably the equivalent of someone saying that they’re from the streets because they liked that one JaRule song.
But either way, the shoes this year were completely insane. Can I show you some of them? It’s all stuff like this:
(Special thanks to the Shoeblog, who has a wicked awesome blog about…..shoes!)
I haven’t gotten many “ask gynomite!” emails/messages lately, so I just thought I’d put it out there that I’d love to hear from you. If it’s your issue, if it’s not your issue but it is your friend’s issue, if you just make it up and want to see if I have any idea how to answer it, feel free to respond to this (anonymous) or email me (firstname.lastname@example.org- less anonymous).
Again, let me always always say that I do not think I’m an expert, and I am not trying to grace everyone with my knowledge of the human psyche. I knew a girl that used to beg people on livejournal to ask her for advice, and I wanted to punch her. I’m just a trained therapist who doesn’t get to stretch her mental health muscles as much as she would like. Plus, this blog can’t subsist on making fun of Perez Hilton alone!
(It totally could. That’s a threat.)
Stay tuned for a piece on improving arguing skills in the next week or so!
I don’t watch Survivor, but maybe I should start! They conveniently forgot to censor out this little nubbin on the most recent episode. NSFWtime after the jump!
Yesterday we completed the task that has been in preparation for about a month now. We woke up, made coffee, threw the coffeemaker into a box, and walked around our apartment, taping up boxes that said things like “books, some cds, two drapes” (early in the packing process) and “pans and socks and fuck you” (later in the packing process). We walked to the UHaul place in the rain, rented our UHaul in the rain, and drove back to our apartment in the rain to find that the parking spaces we had attempted to block off with our car had been taken, leaving us to park further down the street, illegally, and in the rain.
Then we started loading up the truck…..you guessed it, in the rain. It slowly trickled off, but everything was dirty and humid and wet and muddy and just gross.
Last night, after the mandatory pizza had been doled out to our wonderful wonderful friends, and the bed and couch and the tv had been put together, Kumail and I watched Ratatouille and blinked at each other exhaustedly.
But we’re in.
Internet at home won’t come for a day or so, but I just wanted to let you know where Gynomite’s been. Look for her to tear it up in East Williamsburg on a daily basis as soon as her kitchen is in order.
CCH Pounder and
S Epatha Merkerson
star in the hotly anticipated crime drama, Pounder and Merkerson: Districtly Attorneys.
They may be tough in the courtroom, but outside of it, they are sassmasters with hearts of gold! Tune in this fall on ABC to watch them make tough decisions and learn how to love again, with the help of their sassy gay roommate! We promise they’ll get into a lot of messes…. and into your heart.
I go to the site Cute Overload at least 10 times a day. I make Kumail go to it so frequently that I usually only have to say “You know what you need to do?” and he just goes straight there. I love it.
And yet, I don’t want to really identify with the other patrons of Cute Overload. Somehow I feel like my weird obsession with kitty cats is charming, and not creepily sad. I picture the average Cute Overloader as a woman in her early 30s, wearing kitty cat sweatshirts and mom jeans that make her seem older, but cute librarian glasses. She may have allergies and have to blow her nose a lot. She definitely has cats on her checks, and probably has a weird, nervous laugh. She reads those Twilight books, definitely. She gets drunk quickly.
I know that this is an overly simplistic and snarky view of the people who love Cute Overload, like me, but my thoughts are not disconfirmed by the people who comment on Cute Overload.
Let me demonstrate. This picture appeared on Cute Overload this week.
Awwwww…. cute little baby nomming on some puppies!! Adorable, huh? Nope, not so to the cute-obsessed. It’s apparently disturbing and should be used as a time for teaching.
And now, a piece of literature to really challenge your analytical skills and tickle your imagination
I give you the lyrics to Perez Hilton’s (yes, the gossip blogger) brand new song, The Clap.
there are no rules
gonna do it
by the pool
break a’ dawn
this is how
I get it on