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In the interests of equal time.
Sunday, 13.17
Since we here at “...inexplicably fancy trash” have arguably been too, too ardent in our coverage of female pop stars in tight white underwear the past couple of weeks, we therefore in the interests of balancing (somewhat) the scales of objectification offer (by way of the ever-impish Dan Savage) a whole slew of photos of male not-exactly-pop-stars in their tighty whities. —Go, vote for your favorites.
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A smattering of inconsequentialities.
Sunday, 11.19
First, there’s a new bit of Cuyahoga posted. Standard disclaimers apply. The egotist within is tapping me on the shoulder because he wants everyone to know that As falls Cuyahoga, so falls Cuyahoga Falls has been nominated for a Golden Clitoris for Best Series/Serial of 2002 (much as “Giggling” has been nominated for Best Short Story of 2002, ahem), for which to those responsible many thanks. Voting’s not yet open for the Golden Clits; rest assured, however, that as soon as it is the egotist within will insist on my pointing out to you.
Then there’s the Tatu update: rumor has it Elton John wants to adopt feisty brunette Julia and soulful redhead Lena. Which, really, is one of the most adorably stupid memes to flit across my screen in quite some time. —For those curious, there’s Russian Tatu CDs available on eBay (of course there’s Russian CDs on eBay); those who don’t like their pop in Russian and don’t mind supporting the rapacious American music industry can wait for Tatu’s major-label debut in September. Myself, being curious and rather liking pop in other languages, and anyway there was some money burning a hole in a back account and I’d just as soon it went to a fly-by-night record shop back east as David Geffen, and so anyway I’m now the proud owner of a greatest hits CD (I think; I can’t find my damn Russian dictionary) by the biggest band yet to come from the former Soviet Union. Though this correspondent cannot echo the sentiments of many on the various and burgeoning fan boards who claim Tatu have a new sound, unprecedented in the annals of music history, a universal language that speaks to all regardless of language or age or sexual orientation, he is pleased to note that they continue to prove better than Britney—so the purchase was not a total waste. (Nor do they sound anything like Aphex Twin, as more than one person has mysteriously claimed.) One more link for those Tatu-philes with broadband or at least a free phone line and plenty of time on their hands: an archive of three of their Russian videos: the kissing-schoolgirls-in-the-rain one, the let’s-steal-a-fuel-truck-and-roar-off-across-Siberia one, and an odd one in which “feisty” Julia sticks a bomb in a backpack in a girls’ restroom so she can blow up a carousel in the center of which “soulful” Lena is (rather lustily) kissing an anonymous young man—and isn’t it heartwarming, to see how certain memes and ideas about butch and femme cross all cultural boundaries?
(Um. Nicholas?
(Yes?
(Why are you going on for so long about a totally manufactured pop phenomenon that performs in cameltoed white panties in front of a chorus line of Eastern European cheerleaders from that Nirvana video and has yet to even make a dent in the Yankee Zeitgeist?
(I dunno. It’s funny? It’s weird? It’s unexpected? I tend to obsess about such things?
(Yes, fine, well. But why are you doing it in public?)
Oh. Ahem hrm hoom. —Moving right along, and finally, via Lisala: Salon’s new house o’ blogs includes one by The Pornographer, covering (naturally enough) porn. Whoever he is, he’s got interestingly catholic tastes thus far and has savvy enough to throw out a link to the alt.sex.stories Text Repository; let’s give him a warm welcome into the pool and keep an eye out for how Salon handles this one. (Granted, they’ve never been too squeamish about pimping sexual content in the past...)
