Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bears, bpm, games, geocities, hookers, personality crisis, racists, republicans, single gentlemen, single ladies, the beatles
The top-selling UK singles of each year, ranked by beats per minute. The Beatles’ Can’t Buy Me Love is by far the fastest, and maybe the best. (The only other two that come close, I think, are Don’t You Want Me (1982) and Baby One More Time (1999).
The New York Times is digging the Hos (and the hookers and callgirls and rentboys.) This is on my to-read list.
Someone somewhere thought it was genuinely fine in 2009 to OK production of a black doll named Lil Monkey. And it wasn’t until customers complained that Costco thought to pull it from its shelves. [via Womanist Musings]
Aaron Zinman over at MIT tries to define your online persona. You just type your name and it trolls the web for mentions. Though it doesn’t work if you have the same name as a celebrity (thanks, Mom) all the flashing blinky hoohahs are pretty fun to watch. Still, almost every name I tried got a disproportionately high “sports” result.
The death of Geocities reminds us all that things you put on the internet aren’t necessarily going to stay there forever.
Johann Hari from the Independent (UK) on the right wing’s flight from reality.
I want Larry Krone and Jim Andralis to be my two new boyfriends.
[photo of old-school WWF wrestlers from Bears In Games]
Filed under: movies, music | Tags: elliott smith, kermit the frog, the royal tenenbaums
Keeping on the movies from the 00′s theme, here’s one of my all-time favorite scenes re-enacted by one of my all-time favorite frog puppets. The voice on this is a lot better than most non-Henson Kermit voices, I think. This is a million years old in Youtube years, so sorry if you’ve seen it before.
Also, regardless of however many of those 100 movies I see, I’m pretty sure The Royal Tenenbaums will definitely be top 5 on my decade-end list.
[via The William Beckett Blog]
There’s just eighteen weeks left in this still-unnamed decade, and for compulsive listmakers like myself that means making lists of favorite songs, albums, books, and movies of the past ten years. The trouble with the last one, though, is that I saw waaaaaaaaaaaaay fewer movies during the latter half of the decade than I did at the beginning.
So I’m compiling a list of movies I haven’t seen, but want to, from 2000 through to now, and I’m planning on staying in to watch as many of them as possible before the year wraps up. These are movies I missed in theaters, or that slipped under my radar, or that come highly recommended from people I trust. Also, there’s a few I want to see just because I feel like I’ve been left out of lots of conversations about them over the years.
If you’ve got any suggestions of must-sees, let me know in the comments.
2000:
American Psycho
Beau Travail
Chuck and Buck
Coyote Ugly
Dude Where’s My Car?
The Eyes of Tammy Faye
The House of Mirth
Joe Gould’s Secret
Nurse Betty
Shadow Of The Vampire
(more…)
Filed under: hookers, people from rhode island | Tags: prostitution, rhode island, smalltown boy
Audacia Ray and Eliyanna Kaiser of Sex Work Awareness co-wrote an interesting article about Rhode Island the other day. Not about the prostitution law itself, but about the way advocates on both sides of the issue have been handling the discussion. Ray and Kaiser are concerned–probably rightfully–that people’s strong personal feelings are derailing the effectiveness of any discussion that might happen. More importantly, they stress–and this is really important–that pretty much the only group that hasn’t come forward with an opinion are the state’s sex workers themselves. And while some anti-prostitution advocates might argue that the lack of support from within Rhode Island is in and of itself a sign that prostitutes are all oppressed victims of trafficking, that is far, far from the truth.
[Continuing my review of my 10 favorite pairs of songs from 2002.]
#8. No Doubt, Underneath It All and Pink, Just Like A Pill
2002 was New York’s year. Consciously or not, after 9/11 the world’s pop cultural attention turned back to the Big Apple in a it hadn’t in years, maybe decades. Wildly-hyped bands like the The Strokes and Interpol were praised for somehow capturing the (white, male, privileged) essence of their home city, and it truly seemed like the dawn of a new golden age for a city that so recently endured an appalling tragedy. And the big city love wasn’t just contained within the five buroughs; while Paper Magazine spent much of 2002 rapturing about the arrival of the city’s first Target, the Minnesota-based retail behemoth chose iconic New York designer Stephen Sprouse to put out its line of patriotic hoo-hah.* And though most music critics’ attention was on all the indie bands that year, some of the bigger names in pop were clearly paying homage to that most New York-ish of New Yorkers, Debbie Harry.
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Today:
“judith reisman” or “profs for prostitution”
hookers in knoxville
michael phelps naked suit
stephin merritt august 2009
pete hammond remix
Yesterday:
alicia keys worst habits
up the ass in cranston ri
cant sleep hot humid
kim deal sexy
little cock alert
hookers wildwood nj (more…)
Magnet just released their list of the five most overrated and five most underrated bands in Britpop. While I take issue with the fact that they don’t like Elastica–because hello!, Elastica were kind of the greatest band ever–it’s nice to see the Auteurs and Longpigs getting recognition.
Gloomy Luke Haines of the Auteurs (and Black Box Recorder) recently published a memoir entitled Bad Vibes: Britpop And My Part In Its Downfall, though I haven’t read gotten to read it yet. Longpigs’ The Sun Is Often Out, meanwhile, is one of the only albums of that era I still listen to with any regularity. (Well, that and This Is Hardcore. And The It Girl. And Blur’s self-titled album, and also 13 if that counts. And once in a while I still put on International Velvet. And both Elastica albums. Okay, okay, so I guess I lied. And then there’s Rhino’s Brit Box, which I play sometimes too. But still. Longpigs=awesome.)
So, uh, one of my articles about prostitution in Rhode Island got linked to in this piece from ChristWire. I spent most of the later hours of last night trying to figure out whether ChristWire is real or not, and nobody I asked seems to be sure. However, Rhode Island is described as “a veiny little pouch of debauchery” that hangs like the “diseased genitalia of New England.” There seems to be a vague, uneasy theory that it’s an Onion-ish sort of thing, although really who can say? [Also, I feel like if it were satire it would be more popular. Only 19 Google Reader subscribers? I have more than that, for God's sake. Also, their ads appear to be real, and I doubt eHarmony and The Economist would be advertising on a lefty satire site. Right? On the other hand, none of their writers seem to exist anywhere else on the internet. I feel so dumb/insecure for not knowing. Holy Mother Night!]
Anyway, if you’re into laughing at racists, check out commenter JaniceFun, who, again, may or may not be real: (more…)
Here’s the new video for Biffy Clyro’s That Golden Rule, which I’m posting mainly because they’re Scottish and scruffy and aren’t wearing shirts. While the drummer’s the only one I’d make an effort to get in the sack, the close-ups of singer-man’s mouth are like really good porn for me.
Also, the song’s pretty good, though I wish it ended differently.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: books, bottled water, celebrity, craigslist, ethics, hell, nashville, old soviet tv sets, porn, prostitution, rhode island, strippers, teabagging, violence, water
Aside from personally attacking the private sex lives of her opponents, Donna Hughes also published an article in the National Review, blaming on groups like NOW and the ACLU for refusing to support her panicky and poorly-researched fearmongering.
Meanwhile, more sensible people are acknowledging that criminalization actually increases violence against street-based sex workers.
Details reports on how (straight) porn is changing (straight) teen sex. I’d be interested to know what the gay variation on this is.
The first all-male strip club is slated to hit Nashville soon. One city councilman in this hilarious article is quoted as saying that the very idea makes him sick to his stomach, that it’s a sign the world is headed in the wrong direction, and that only a lady should be allowed to wave her genitalia in the vicinity of a pole.
How to stalk people based on their bookshelves.
Mother Jones has a really interesting story about Fiji water. Though I’m guilty of drinking it from time to time–because I avoid Nestle and Coke products and sometimes tap water isn’t an option–it’s never made sense to me to import water from pretty much the farthest-away place there is.
Speaking of water, here’s a bunch of bubblers. Because they’re bubblers, not water fountains.
The Washington Post tries to coin the word “famesque” to talk about celebrity fixtures like Sienna Miller and Ashton Kutcher. Because really what the world really needs is new words for these people.
Also from the Post, Hell is no longer for children.
And The Awl reports on the teabag people.
The ethics of being a blogger. Unfortunately I get very few offers of free stuff, so consider any product placement here to be sincere.
Someone wants to be taught a lesson.
