Filed under: people from rhode island | Tags: donna hughes, pawtucket, prostitution, rhode island, sex
Donna Hughes, the URI professor who is crazily orchestrating the whole anti-prostitution push here in Rhode Island, sent an e-mail yesterday to all the City Council members in Pawtucket (or at least all the ones with e-mail addresses listed on the city’s website). The issue? The Center for Sexual Pleasure and Health, a non-profit resource center which is supposed to open in the city later this month (and which I’ve already been to, and which looks very lovely.)
The e-mail, in its entirety, after the jump: (more…)
Filed under: design of a decade, lists, music | Tags: 2002, design of a decade, vines, white stripes
[And my slow, slow trip through the decade continues with my fifth-favorite pair of songs from 2002.]
5. The White Stripes, Fell In Love With A Girl, and The Vines, Get Free
I saw the White Stripes live in 2002. They were playing a “cheap date” show sponsored by a local radio station, right around the time Fell In Love With A Girl hit the airwaves. One of my friends had raved about seeing the duo open up for Sleater-Kinney, so I figured I’d check it out. I really liked the show, and Meg was particularly charming to watch, but the couple’s stage presence was totally overwhelmed by the presence of some angst-ridden teenyboppers who were only there to look cool and complain as vocally as possible about whatever boring things angsty teenyboppers complain about.
Nevertheless, Fell In Love With A Girl was, and still is, a great song. At just 1:50, it buzzes like nothing heard on the radio in years, and the song is so brief, so catchy, and so much fun to listen to that it completely blew away all the other sludgy crap that was killing rock radio that year. Combining old-timey Detroit garage music and fancy conceptual French music videos, the pair elevated to superstardom, earning the adoration of critics and radio alike, despite Jack White’s rapid Depp-ification and Meg’s fairly abrupt, mildly annoying disappearance into the background. (more…)
Today:
bedroom mixtapes
gay erotic art animal
dizzee rascal naked
nina hartelys ass
dirty dancing
Yesterday:
cyndi lauper cristina prince song
hope sandoval naked
dick comparison shots
dylan ryder
mixtapes of sex songs
Filed under: books, music | Tags: death, jim carroll, stupid exaggerations
Seriously, what person with ears and a knowledge of dates thinks that Jim Carroll’s Catholic Boy is the “last great punk album”? Even if you have patience for heroin addicts being all heroin-y, adhere to very specific historical and musical definitions of punk, and can stand the lunkheaded and insincere lyrics on People Who Died, I refuse to believe the opinion of any unsourced person who thinks the “last great punk album” came out in 1980. Because hello, that’s stupid. Even if you love Jim Carroll and aren’t completely annoyed by him and don’t automatically associate his existence with that one song or with that woeful cinematic era when people kept casting Leonardo DiCaprio as tortured poets, that’s stupid. Really, really stupid.
God, New York Times. Just because some some crazy person said something once doesn’t mean you need to mention it.
(And God, people that are quoting the New York Times quote. I blame you, too. Just because someone died doesn’t mean we need to alter human history to make them seem more important.)
