I can’t stand it. There is no escape. It’s everywhere and it keeps coming after me. I hate it.
I need it to go away. The blank face, too.
Why has it come to this?
Explain.
I can’t stand it. There is no escape. It’s everywhere and it keeps coming after me. I hate it.
I need it to go away. The blank face, too.
Why has it come to this?
Explain.
This handbag by Moschino makes me want to cry.
Why did god let this happen? I don’t even care about the $3,400 price. I wouldn’t buy it for fifty bucks.
I really feel I deserve some kind of explanation.
Who can finish this sentence?
A bag that looks like a jacket is good because _____.
I discovered this new video because it features my darling Iggy Azalea. I had no idea who T.I was, that’s how ignorant I am.
But now I know, and Knowing is the First Step.
Anyway, T.I. is somewhat controversial, but that’s due to his personal life. “No Mediocre” is just a standard rap song evidently, and yet it is so rich in poetry. Let me share some of the lyrics:
Right hand in the air
I solemnly swear
I never fuck a bitch if she don’t do her hair
No more, you won’t get no dick if there’s a bush down there
Girl I should see nothing but pussy when I look down there
Fair enough. Got it.
However, rap genius offers choices in interpreting the heartfelt couplet about dick with regard to bush.
See? He has standards. But if a bitch meet the standards, here is what will happen:
Out here trying to find someone that better than my last go
Take her to my castle
Drown her in my cash flow
Okay! Again, got it. But I like this clarification from rap genius:
“T.I. would like to find a female that looks better than his last, if that’s possible since he all he fuck is bad bitches.”
And with a net worth of around $50 million, T.I. can afford to be discriminating with his bitches, and he don’t want no bitch that will settle for mediocre either. It’s all good.
To paraphrase a quote misattributed to Mark Twain, Rumors of the death of the hipster are greatly exaggerated.
How many times have you come across a snide appraisal of hipsters, whatever iteration hipster is current at the time, with the conclusion that the species has hit rock bottom. Hipsters are so over, just look at them.
The last time I read something like that, hipsters were kind of effete and emo, remember them? And they had to drink Pabst Blue Ribbon for some reason.
Chris Sanderson, a trend forcaster, explains:“The hipster died the minute we called him a hipster. The word no longer had the same meaning.” Oh please, Chris, as if. Then there was a report last month from researchers at the University of New South Wales who discovered that the hipster look was no longer “hip.”
I’m down with Chris’s notion that there are now two types of hipster: “Contemporary hipsters – the ones with the beards we love to hate – and proto-hipsters, the real deal.” So, okay, the Real Deal means ‘us’ and the faux hipsters are ‘them’. That’s cool with me, I guess.
Hipsters were once people who rejected societal norms. White people who liked black jazz, people who read William Burroughs or Iceberg Slim. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t about a uniform that signaled you were cool and in-the-know.
I still like the definition of a hipster as someone who was into whatever you’re into, 5 years ago. He has moved on and you will never keep up with him. I can reliably turn to my Nephew Russell, who was riding a fixed bike years ago. He is too hip for Facebook, not to mention Twitter. Whatever browser he uses for the internet, you’ve never heard of it. Whatever coffee you drink, he knows a place to get better coffee and it’s not a chain, either. It’s a given that he despises hipsters.
This Sanderson guy, the hipster expert, predicts an ‘overhaul’ in hipsters as we now know them He predicts “A more macho look, almost to the point of caricature, in a bid for men to reinforce their identity.”
Uh-oh, he’d better be wrong about this. The hipsters I’m seeing (whether proto, meta or crypto) are already bearded and scruffy enough to be woodsman and ax-murderers. Will they adopt an even more primitive look, like early cro-magnons? Whatever the next wave turns out to be, I’m confidant that the hipster will be here til the end, a survivor, like the mighty cockroach. Just more annoying.
Okay, you are all too young to know the reference to this title but I’m paraphrasing a joke by Lenny Bruce who was making fun of – oh never mind. The important element is Kanye, as he is all too eager to point out.
So, Kanye is mad, for a change, and he’s making a big fuss. Some crap about Annie Leibovitz and a wedding picture she didn’t take.
Okay, so Kanye rants,
“Can you imagine telling someone who wants to just Instagram a photo, who’s the No. 1 person on Instagram, ‘We need to work on the color of the flower wall,’ or the idea that it’s a Givenchy dress, and it’s not about the name Givenchy, it’s about the talent that is Riccardo Tisci — and how important Kim is to the Internet.”
My god, it’s like heaven when that idiot opens his mouth.
But here’s the part that needs translating:
“And the fact the No. 1 most-liked photo [on Instagram] has a kind of aesthetic was a win for what the mission is, which is raising the palette.” [my italics]
For the Buick (i.e., the edification of mankind, in this instance) What does Kanye think he means by “raising the pallette?”
Kevin Allred, a professor in the women’s and gender studies department at Rutgers University, is stirring up controversy with his signature course: Feminist Perspectives: Politicizing Beyonce.
In a recent interview with NPR, he discusses the genesis of the course. “I read an article a few years ago by Daphne Brooks, a professor at Princeton, and she was arguing that the ‘B’Day’ album should be looked – politically, in kind of line with black, female protest singing throughout history.”
It’s nice to know that Professors at Princeton are thinking about Beyonce too.
Allred continues, “And I wanted to continue that and, like, think about all of Beyonce’s work, post and pre ‘B’Day,’ and her career in general as a way to engage students around these conversations about race, gender, sexuality and the politics of those categories in the United States, especially.”
So I’m, like, how many units is this class and like, what is the cost per unit? Will it help the students to pay back their college loans or what?
If I were teaching Beyonce Studies, I’d start with her transformation from a pretty African American girl to a sleek blond bombshell.
Does a Black woman have to look ‘whiter’ to achieve success with a mass audience? Why is the prevailing concept of female beauty still a busty blond? For all Beyonce’s talk about empowerment, I see a shrewd businesswoman selling herself as a non-threatening sex symbol. Where’s the power in that?
I have no idea what Beyonce means to our culture, but nothing about her piques my curiosity. I’m much more interested when something fresh or challenging manages to capture the public imagination, like Amy Winehouse or ‘Breaking Bad‘. Or when someone truly awful, like Taylor Swift, manages to make $1 million per show.
But that’s just me. I am obviously out of step with most of humanity.
If you’re thinking of taking Professor Allred’s course, you should familiarize yourself with his own dissertation project, for which he is now, ahem, ….
“interrogating U.S. black feminism through the sonic register, reframing debates over intersectionality versus assemblage through taking careful account of the sounds black women’s voices make, both live and recorded. He is particularly interested in the ways black female musicians – like Nina Simone, Odetta, Beyonce Knowles, Nicki Minaj, and Janelle Monae – manipulate their voices in order to resist racist and heteronormative power structures.”
Oh God. Like his hairstyle isn’t enough.
“A studded metallic heel elevates a beautifully embroidered silhouette in soft Italian fabric.”
At $3895.00, these Dolce & Gabanna boots are a great deal. They are made of spandex, nylon and virgin wool, but lined in leather! Oooooh, right?
Look at all that crap sewn onto the fabric! It must have taken some half-blind old Italian lady a long time to accomplish this. Or maybe it was a poor little bambina who has to support her large family of immigrants. Whatever.
At nearly $4,000, these boots might seem like an obscenity; but I once paid $900 at Barney’s for a pair of boots I have now worn exactly twice and may not wear again. So, for many women, even Sea of Shoes and her ilk, the price here is no big deal. And that makes me feel very fucking sad and remorseful, I can promise you.
The only thing left to say about these Statement boots (besides where would you war them and what if it rained) is that they are pull-on style, meaning no zipper.
No fucking zipper? What’s their problem?
It wasn’t until I had my second child that I discovered the joy of piggies. He thought they were cute and longed for a pig as a pet.
I didn’t feel we could handle a pet pig, even though my research revealed that pigs enjoy watching TV and having pedicures. Some pigs grow to over 250 pounds and have bad tempers. We made do with our dog.
Meanwhile, I have come to love piggies. They are just so fucking cute! Few things are cuter than really cute pigs.
So I liked this photo of a gold pig on a matte black box-thing.
Doesn’t it look beautiful? What great design, I thought. Whatever the fuck it was. But then,
Oh no! It is sleek packaging for a EXTREM, a new brand of Iberian ham, launched by a company called Agriculturas Diversas.
Something about the shock of seeing ham while enjoying the silhouette of a nice golden piggie has really driven home to me what my vegan friends have known all along.
It’s disgusting to eat a pig. Not that I eat much bacon or ham, but I will never do it again, and I won’t cook it for anyone either. Bastards. How dare anyone hurt a nice piggie!
I’m not giving up burgers thought, because I love a good burger with fries, and I’ve already chosen a burger and fries as my last meal, should I end up being executed.
“Overalls are back this season.” (I’m just quoting net-a-porter, personally I hate them except on toddlers.)
The Steinbeck overalls in chambray, by A.P.C., are ‘a breathable cotton and linen blend.’ $365
I know this is exactly what Steinbeck had in mind when he wrote The Grapes of Wrath.
Carol Coronado, 30, stabbed her three young children to death and then got into bed with them. The children ranged in age from 2 1/2 to 2 months old. That is red flag number one.
Earlier that morning, Carol had called her mother to say she was ‘going crazy.’ Red flag number two.
Carol’s mother was at work so she called Carol’s sister-in-law, Sandra, and asked her to give Carol a call. Sandra, whose brother Rudy Coronado is Carol’s husband, now reports that Carol denied anything was wrong, but did admit to being exhausted. Sandra could hear babies crying in the background, but that was not unusual. She quotes Carol as saying, “Just tell your brother to calm down.” Red flags #3, #4, and #5.
Rudy’s mother arrived in the afternoon, while Rudy was outside working on his car. She emerged from the house screaming that the children were dead. She had called 911. Police came and led Carol out of the house, naked under a blanket and covered with blood. She was covered with stab wounds, most of them superficial.
Now, this next part is key:
Carol Coronado, who was taking classes on the Internet, stayed at home with the children while her husband went out early each day to sell car parts at the Alpine Village swap meets.
She kept a cluttered home, which triggered some discord with her husband.
“I believe that was their main issue,” the sister-in-law said. “My brother wanted the house clean for his girls. He wanted to come home to a home-cooked meal.” ~ (my italics) Daily Breeze, Larry Altman
Here is the house, described as a former workshop or converted garage. I’ll take the liberty of calling it a shithole.
I’m thinking, Andrea Yates. I’m thinking too many babies, postpartum depression, trapped in a shithole, demanding husband, desperation, no way out.
What are you thinking?