Adventures in High End Denim
A few weeks ago, when a rip appeared in my H&M jeans, I started wondering if there wasn’t more out there for me, denim-wise. I’m 30, live in New York City, and for the first time in my life, I have a bit of a disposable income, so I thought: Why not get some really expensive jeans?
Tonight you’re on the loose
I heard this song on the radio last night, and either I’m not as much of an 80s expert as I thought I was, or this song is one of the lesser 80s hits, but either way, I cannot believe I’ve lived my whole life without it. I guess you could argue that I hadn’t really started living until last night.
The beginning sounds like the music that would play during a montage of robots putting themselves together. And then, the singing starts, and you are transported.
Ladies and gentlemen, after the jump I bring you Saga, with “On the Loose”.
Times are getting harder for artists
Baptiste Debombourg created this piece, part of his Aggravure installation, in a warehouse space.
Cool-looking, huh? But this isn’t a pencil drawing.
Insert obvious name switcheroo joke here.
Depressing trivia time: the “It’s a Small World” ride at Disneyland was closed for almost all of 2007 for renovations, because since its opening in 1963, riders have become so much fatter that they were breaking the ride.
Give to Haiti relief, if only just to get her to go away
Have you ever seen one a woman with lipstick spread juuuuust a little bit past her mouth, and has it made you question her sanity? Like in that R.L. Stine book Twisted from your (read: my) childhood?
Well, perhaps don’t turn your back on Lilo. (also, via Michelle at BWE, Samro looks horrible)
The definition of sadness
Axl Rose, performing at a New York Fashion Week event, sweating profusely and using a teleprompter to remember the lyrics to his own song. I think it may be Night Train from Appetite for Destruction. Look, does this match up?
I’m on the nightrain
Bottoms up
I’m on the nightrain
Fill my cup
I’m on the nightrain
Ready to crash and burn
I never learn
I’m on the nightrain
I love that stuff
I’m on the nightrain
I can never get enough
I’m on the nightrain
Never to return – no
Ask Gynomite!
In her former life, Emily “Gynomite” Gordon was a couples and family therapist licensed in 2 1/2 states. In this life, she is a blogger that would love to take a crack at your emotional dilemmas. Write her at askgynomite@gmail.com- all emails stay confidential. You can also check her out on her weekly column over at Lemondrop. Today, Gynomite takes on the disappearing date.
I am not the biggest fan of long distance relationship but I came across this charming lady and we have been talking to each other since october. We would exchange occasional text messages and speak for hours on the phone at least once a week.
Then last week I made a hike to her town to catch up with her over lunch and we had a great time. I haven’t heard back from her since. I sent her a text while on a work trip in TX a couple days back but still no response.
And now I am facing the dilemma of trying to figure out what’s the story. I wouldn’t mind hearing an expression of disinterest, I can take a no, but how do I get any response from her?
Thoughts, suggestions, ideas?
Ugh, this is always a lame situation, and I’m sorry that you’re having to become a low level psychic. Let’s discuss.
Taylor Swift is ruining all of Madonna’s hard work.
Marie “Riese” Lyn Bernard does not like Taylor Swift. She wrote a scathing piece about Swift’s entire persona at Autostraddle, how she embodies the whole Twilight-esque trend of treating your own sexuality like it’s something to be afraid of, something unfathomable. It’s a good piece, even though I didn’t get into all the “Lady Gaga will save us all” angle of it. I love Gaga, but you know, she’s got some issues too.
The thing that always bothered me about Swift was that people talked about her like she was 14, when she’s actually a grownup at the age of 20. Here, listen to Riese:
Never was this bunnyrabbitchild persona more exploited than it was after the VMAs. If Kanye had snatched that mike from Lady Gaga, she would’ve snatched it right back, called Kanye an asshole (he is), admitted he was right (he was), and the whole thing would’ve been done and DONE. She certainly wouldn’t have needed — or wanted- the entire country’s fawning faux-sympathy for months afterward.
Taylor had another chance at the VMA’s end to prove her maturity by thanking and honoring Beyoncé for calling her back up to speak. But no, she was just like, “A’ight my turn!”
I also hate that You Belong With Me song, and whenever it comes on, after the line “I’m in the room, it’s a typical Tuesday night, I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like” we always sing “Like Taylor Swift music”. Seriously, Taylor? You’re the outcast here? Really? Is anyone buying that?
Regardless it’s a fun piece, and a sad indicator of how far we’ve fallen from Madonna’s graces as far as owning one’s own sexuality, and it has this fun infographic!
If you wanted to buy a Sam Cooke album, where would you go?
This is my favorite scene from the atrocity that is Under the Cherry Moon.
