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PISSED, Part II

July 16, 2012

You know when you get really annoyed by certain things that you KNOW shouldn’t annoy you, but you can’t shake the feeling that you want to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?  Here are my two gripes for the day:

1. So sometimes I look on Craigslist for jobs, and I’ll usually look under “writing jobs” and “writing gigs.”  Very frequently people post unpaid internships under the JOBS section, even though it just seems logical that something that is unpaid cannot, by virtue of it being not compensated, be a job.

2. Perez Hilton.  I know, I know: what in the name of Michael K. would be the point of getting pissed at Perez?  I have decided that as he has lost weight, he’s become a more superficial and less interesting blogger/person, probably.  I dislike intensely his lack of knowledge of basic psychology and his picking favorites among the Hollywood community and planting kissy emoticons on their pictures every time he posts about them.  (Interestingly enough, his favorites are my least favorites, including most notably Katy Perry.)

Re: the psychology issue, see the below post on Demi Moore:

Holy shiz!

We knew Demi Moore’s relationship with her three daughters was strained, but we didn’t know it was THIS bad!

As we previously reported, Demi’s daughters Rumer, Scout and Tallulah have pretty much cut off all contact with their mother after a series of fights.

Now, it sounds like the girls are thinking about cutting off their own mother even more — by getting a RESTRAINING order against her!

A source spilled:

“Demi has been calling them incessantly and emailing them, leaving them tearful messages and begging them to call her and the girls are sick of it. It is a really drastic measure and not something they are considering lightly but they just feel like they want some peace and quiet.”

Wow! Life is WAY too short for something so drastic, girls…!

However, it sounds like it’ll take a whole lot more than phone calls to slap their mom with a restraining order!

A legal expert stated:

“You can’t get a restraining order against your mom when she’s trying to call you. If that were the case, many, many more people would all be in court!”

As for Demi, it sounds like she isn’t taking the separation from her kids too well. Moore is said to be “absolutely devastated” and distraught over the whole situation.

We don’t blame her! We would be, too.

This is such an unfortunate circumstance all around.

While the legal expert has a good point, the fact remains that Perez is poo-pooing the girls’ attempts to distance themselves from their mom when it’s obvious as a can of whipped cream to the head that she’s all kinds of fucked up, and watching ONE episode of Intervention with Jeff VanVonderen would teach a person that sometimes the best thing you can do is cut off your addicted loved one.  Sheesh.

If I could, I would abandon (see the connection?) my job, sell my possessions, and travel the world spreading the JVV gospel, all the while wearing a t-shirt with this graphic on it.

“We can try anything once!”

July 12, 2012

I saw the Czech film Daisies, decried by the then-Communist government as “depicting the wanton,” at BAM this week, and found its total wackiness (no better word for it) kind of enthralling.  Here’s a little bit from an essay on the Criterion Collection’s website (they released a box set entitled “Pearls of the Czech New Wave”):

On the surface, Daisies’ assemblage of outlandish scenarios enacted by two ferociously antiestablishment figures would seem to mark it as simple anarchic slapstick, like a New Wave Marx Brothers comedy. But Chytilová has called her film “a philosophical documentary in the form of a farce.” The Maries are not merely railing against a society that views them as little more than objects (in the opening scene, Marie II calls herself a panna, which translates as both “doll” and “virgin” in Czech, and the girls play with, and at one point remove, their limbs as though they were the plastic appendages of mannequins); they are also existentially angry. Early on, they decide the world is meaningless, “spoiled,” which they use as justification to spoil themselves. By refusing to cultivate a psychological connection between audience and character, and by confounding any sense of narrative momentum, Chytilová and her screenwriting partner Ester Krumbachová create protagonists who seem to have no future or past. Blank slates, they have been interpreted over the years variously as embodiments of healthy rebellion and the banality of evil. Either way, they are good representations of Chytilová’s belief that “people are primitives and aesthetes at the same time.”

And here, even more exciting, is a copy of the Daises paper dolls I got at BAM!

There are some excellent clothing moments in the movie. Their bikinis are super rad.

Yayoi!

July 10, 2012

I have affection for almost all voluntary mental patients, so Yayoi Kusama, the Japanese artist who has lived in a psychiatric institution for over forty years now, has a special place in my heart.  The show that was recently at the Tate and threatens to burst into New York shortly I saw, in fact, at the Pompidou back in November.  The art was interesting, of course –– all dots and phalluses –– but the best part were the cautionary signs translated (poorly) from French that read, “Warning: some work in this show may hurt the public’s feelings.”

Yayoi has now come back as a sort of belated art-world darling, even –– and this is almost too good to be true –– collaborating with Marc Jacobs on a line for Louis Vuitton.  My two top Yayoi-related wishes are to own the below or a copy of one of her “strange cathartic novels” such as The Hustlers Grotto of Christopher Street.

I bet it costs about $1 million.

Happy 4th!

July 4, 2012

The sentiments/words of wisdom expressed in the below pieces feel very American to me (as in, written by Americans, for Americans).

Taken at the Armory Show. That’s all the credit I can give.

What did you do on your 4th?  I went to the beach –– where I re-read all of Night and surreptitiously cried while tow-headed children shrieked at the tide coming in.  Oh yes, I am very dark.

Woah

June 28, 2012

Remember Justin Guarini of 1st season of American Idol fame?  He has a one man show now called From Idol to Broadway (bad, bad title) at Joe’s Pub in New York City.

Justin Guarini’s new show “From Idol to Broadway” captures the world-class entertainer’s journey from the days of paying his dues, to skyrocketing to fame on the inaugural season of American Idol, and right through to his first of many bows on Broadway.  A funny and touching look at what makes an entertainer who has carved out niches in radio, film, television, theatre, and music tick, join Justin for a blend of hilarious and sobering stories from the road, popular music that covers virtually every genre, and a voice that captivates audiences night after night.

Sidenote: doesn’t Justin Guarini circa AI look like Sideshow Bob?

Last Night In My Dream

June 27, 2012

… I simply didn’t show up to work one day and then was trying to brainstorm a nervous breakdown –– not really fake, per se, but cultivate.

Also, this $745 pom pom hat played a big role, which was… weird.

by Lanvin. Please note this post is not categorized as “buy me this.”

Reasons to Drop Out of Society

June 25, 2012

1. This:

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2. This:

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Where I Would Rather Be Right Now

June 20, 2012

The South of France

A Fictional Brain

June 18, 2012

“This is what the inside of my mind looks like: it’s a skinny white room with wide-planked floors and four windows, one on each wall.  In the middle of the room is a nineteenth-century, elaborately carved double-pedestal desk, stained black.  It’s a real eyesore.  The room is in an old farmhouse, and the farmhouse sits in the middle of a great green field.  It’s so quiet there.  Inside the farmhouse, I stay so still I forget I exist.  I barely make a ripple.”

This Reminded Someone Of Me

June 12, 2012

I’m not into Hello Kitty but I do think this is rather charming and acerbic. Charmbic?