Filed under: Italian-Americans, people from rhode island | Tags: celebrations, saint joseph, st joseph's day, zeppole
March 19 is one of my favorite days of the whole year. Not because it’s almost officially spring–although it totally almost hit 70 today!–but because it’s my second-favorite Italian food holiday.*
Saint Joseph’s Day honors the man who married the Virgin Mary even after she got pregnant without his help. He sort of disappears from the Bible after Christ’s birth, so little is clear about the rest of his life, though everyone agrees that he was a carpenter. Different religions disagree about whether he and Mary had other children, whether he already had kids from a previous marriage, or whether, as Catholics believe, he remained celibate even after he and Mary were married.
Filed under: Italian-Americans, Italians, porn | Tags: Italian-Americans, porn, spaghetti, stereotypes
I am half Italian and come from one of the most Italian-American cities in the entire country, so I’m always simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by stereotypes of Italian-American men as insatiably starch-loving Mama’s boys. (I say this as a total starch-loving Mama’s boy, for what it’s worth.) And part of me is always tempted to go to grad school just to make documentaries about Italian-Americans and talk about, like, my grandparents’ collection of Lou Monte records.
Anyway, I mention this because I just stumbled across this video of a guy talking about his mom while he jacks off and rubs spaghetti on himself. PhD programs, can you hear me?! I have at least 35,000 words to say about this, including detours to talk about Bruce Springsteen, Madonna, Rocco Siffredi, Silvio Berlusconi and that one website where guys stick their dick through a pizza box. I’m kind of not kidding.
(via Unzipped)
Filed under: gay, Italian-Americans, movies, music | Tags: a single man, blogs, film, julianne moore, lady gaga, teuxdeux, the gays, to-do lists, tom ford
Three things:
1. Gay people are still up in arms that Tom Ford’s A Single Man is not being marketed exclusively to them. It started last month, when Miramax released a slightly not-gay trailer and a poster showing Colin Firth and Julianne Moore (but not the far less famous person that plays Firth’s dead lover in the film.)
I don’t know, call me kooky, but I have no patience for people who complain about not being marketed to. It’s not like Miramax is actively turning gay audiences away–it’s a Tom Ford-directed film based on a Christopher Isherwood novel, for God’s sake–so I don’t see what’s wrong with playing up the Julianne Moore character to lure in some non-gay audiences.
Regardless, I mainly want to see it because Julianne Moore’s hair looks AMAZING. (Also, it would be nice to see her in something that took place in the same era as Far From Heaven but wasn’t as completely costume-y and ridiculous as Far From Heaven.)
Filed under: art, gay, heterosexuals, hookers, Italian-Americans, music, not hot, people from rhode island, personal, porn, this very blog, tv | Tags: courtney love, curation, dlist, dlisted, donna hughes, george michael, goteblud, human trafficking, ireland, joe gage, kristin hersh, magdalene laundries, manhunt, medjugorje, megan andelloux, melissa girla grant, new york art book fair, portland, rhode island, role models, sam adams, wooster collective
My Firefox window of “stuff I keep meaning to post about” has 67 tabs open right now, some dating back to August. So consider this a bonus news day/info purge:
GlobalComment’s sickening report on the Magdalene slaves is very distressing indeed. Wayward (or not even so wayward) Irish girls were enslaved by the Catholic Church to work without pay in laundries as recently as 1994, and the Irish government refuses to apologize. Last week Ireland’s Minister of Education issued a brief statement, referring to the girls who worked in the laundries as “employees.” The “employees” are understandably upset.
Portland mayor Sam Adams is safe from a recall stemming from his alleged affair with an intern. But now there’s maybe another recall, although probably not. Let it go, people. Let it go. (I am glad to have learned the phrase “shit or shinola” from the article, though.)
Manhunt bought DList. I think that’s probably good, ultimately, since Manhunt has way bigger ad sales and could probably keep the site running a little more smoothly. On the other hand, it would be disappointing if DList became less art-faggy and especially if the music parts of the site were taken down; I’ve actually discovered a bunch of cool new bands by surfing pictures of hipster boys. But if it just turns into a cruising site I’ll be kinda annoyed. (more…)
Filed under: art, heterosexuals, hookers, Italian-Americans, music, personal | Tags: advice, banned books, books, canada, cookbooks, design, muserums, newspapers, pine nuts, sophie ellis-bextor, wikipedia
National Banned books week just kicked off.
Playboy’s Daily Advisor answers a question from a fool. Or someone just trying to be funny?
Mpho keeps twittering about how good the new Ou Est Le Swimming Pool is, and I’m inclined to agree, though it’s time for people to move on from that pastel rainbow boxy hipster font.
Sophie Ellis-Bextor gets the Tumblr treatment. I kind of miss 1998, when she would have gotten an Internet Shrine hosted by Angelfire featuring a brick background and lots of gifs of torches.
What do I have in common with Judy Garland, Charles Atlas, Mike Piazza, Natalie Merchant and Steven Tyler? This.
A couple of years ago I suddenly became very, very allergic to pine nuts, which made me very, very sad. This article makes me a little less sad.
Whoever made this porny GIF is a genius.
I’ve never been to Canada, so I had no idea how awesome their old national parks logo (used until 2004) was.
Newspaper circulation is down, but traffic at the top 50 news websites is up 27%. I have no idea why this surprises anyone.
The slow decline of the cookbook writer as food anthropologist.
[photo: Sophie E-B with Blur bassist/cheesemonger Alex James.]
Filed under: Italian-Americans, starfucking | Tags: bad hair for over two decades
The other day I saw The Darjeeling Limited, the charming new Wes Anderson movie about three brothers on a train ride through India. On the Anderson spectrum, it falls somewhere between The Royal Tenenbaums (one of the my favorite movies ever) and Rushmore (decent but wicked overrated). Anjelica Huston, Adrien Brody and Jason Schwartzman are all great actors with great noses, and Owen Wilson and his nose are way less annoying than usual.
