Aug 17, 2009
Aug 16, 2009
Aug 15, 2009
Aug 14, 2009
Aug 13, 2009
Monster Mash
Perez Hilton officially launched a new website today, meant to bring together fashion and entertainment (how novel!) for the greater good of 20-something ladies. I'm guessing it's just going to be another forum for him to make up words and use "u" instead of "you", and the fashion angle gives him unlimited space and content with which to be a behemothic misogynist. In the most recent 2 pages he calls Kate Moss "geriatric" and thanks Chanel for not showing Lily Allen's face in a new ad campaign that the singer is featured in. Oh yeah, he also did this.
The worst song I ever loved. Sometime, in the fall of '04, when I was minutes away from being booted out of Massachusetts and College, I tripped out over "More Bounce (In California)." It appeared on episodes of The O.C. and Laguna Beach. It stuck. It was on constant repeat. One of my roommates was Californian, from (the beautiful and important) Humboldt County. She hated this song's guts and was stupefied by my obsession with it, as I am now. Crackpoint. Enjoy the stunning montage and ditty:
Aug 12, 2009
Aug 11, 2009
Aug 10, 2009
Verses
"Dance Hall Days"
Jeremy Ryder (or, Jack Hues)
1983
Take your baby by the hand,
And make her do a high hand stand.
Take your baby by the heel,
And do the next thing that you feel.
We were so in phase
In our dance hall days.
We were cool on craze.
When I, you, and everyone we knew,
Could believe, do, and share in what was true.
Oh, I said:
Take your baby by the hair,
And pull her close and there there there.
Take your baby by the ears,
And play upon her darkest fears.
We were so in phase
In our dance hall days.
We were cool on craze.
When I, you, and everyone we knew,
Could believe, do, and share in what was true.
Oh, I said:
So take your baby by the wrist,
And in her mouth an amethyst.
And in her eyes two sapphires blue,
And you need her and she needs you,
And you need her and she needs you.
We were so in phase
In our dance hall days.
We were cool on craze.
When I, you, and everyone we knew,
Could believe, do, and share in what was true.
Jeremy Ryder (or, Jack Hues)
1983
Take your baby by the hand,
And make her do a high hand stand.
Take your baby by the heel,
And do the next thing that you feel.
We were so in phase
In our dance hall days.
We were cool on craze.
When I, you, and everyone we knew,
Could believe, do, and share in what was true.
Oh, I said:
Take your baby by the hair,
And pull her close and there there there.
Take your baby by the ears,
And play upon her darkest fears.
We were so in phase
In our dance hall days.
We were cool on craze.
When I, you, and everyone we knew,
Could believe, do, and share in what was true.
Oh, I said:
So take your baby by the wrist,
And in her mouth an amethyst.
And in her eyes two sapphires blue,
And you need her and she needs you,
And you need her and she needs you.
We were so in phase
In our dance hall days.
We were cool on craze.
When I, you, and everyone we knew,
Could believe, do, and share in what was true.
Aug 7, 2009
Aug 6, 2009
Aug 5, 2009
Aug 4, 2009
What About Style?
Cruel edict.
I spent more than that on parfum yesterday.
And meals?....
Flowers?...
Everything she's wearing in this picture.
Her hair!
This reminds me of the time a girl I went to high school with, aged 14--let's call her January--made a titty-f***ing picturette with her boyfriend, a junior or senior just recently turned 18--let's call him Slater. Unbeknownst to January, Slater screened the venture for all of his dormmates. Eventually, the house-counselor got wind of it and then the cluster dean and some other deans and on and on. Technically, it was a matter of child pornography. Slater was sent home straight away, directed to be grateful (for not going to jail). And January, though not expelled or suspended, was subject to a bizarre series of strictures, all effective until her far-future graduation. Por ejemplo: she was banned from ever having a member of the opposite sex in her bedroom (a thing possible for all other students with house counselor approval). It was a god damn scarlet letter, an almost unbelievable, bitter, pointed sentence. January was quite a cool, resilient girl, and her parents were not so unrelenting as la escuela. All the same, that cabal of deans was wrong and power-abusing, and never made to answer for it.
Similarly, Ruth will have to report any possible expenditure that exceeds $100 to this fella. Here's hoping they fall in love?
Aug 3, 2009
how it is done
I'm a pretty cerebral dresser. I don't overthink. I don't over-anything. But there are those days when I feel thinky, and those when I feel like everything has just fallen out of the blue and onto me. The latter is clearly (rare and) ideal, and it's clearly how Brit Spears rolls each and ev-er-y zay. I don't straighten my hair and I don't wear ass-revealing, stretchy minidresses (as of 2004) and I don't wear giant crosses or smoke Marlboro Lights (as of 2006), but I fervently support Britney's explorations of all four of these avenues. Because they're not explorations so much as social destinyyyyyyys. And she looks good.
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