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Awesome and bizarre footage of Russian baby races. And we were worried about the Cold War. Now we know what Tripp Palin does on his weekends. His grandma can see Russia from her house - AND send a ringer in to kick their asses. Best part? The contest wraps to the strains of Queen's "We Are The Champions," as the winning tot is raised in the air. I could watch this shit all day. Why aren't we doing this in the States? Probably because it seems all kinds of wrong - we save our toddlers for beauty pageants. Thanks to Dlisted for posting the video - and for being all around amazing.
I've got a confession to make - I have a very dark musical past that involves copious amounts of "butt rock." I'm talking seeing Motley Crue in Tacoma, Washington when Tommy Lee rocked out in a rotating wheel that looked like a gerbil cage kind of dark. Did my high school pal, Dawn, and I coerce her policeman dad to cut to the front of the line to ensure that we got tickets to Def Leppard's Hysteria tour in the round at the Portland, Oregon Rose Garden? We absolutely did - if nothing else, teenage girls are gifted at whining. Did I make a poster to take to a Bon Jovi concert, enlisting 4 friends to help me loft the words of one of Jovi's song titles? Yep. Nothing like seeing high school girls holding up signs that say "Lay Your Hands On Me." It's a miracle I didn't give my dad a heart attack with that one. I'd like to note for the record, since I'm getting it all out, that I saw Bon Jovi twice - on purpose. Cinderella opened for one gig, Skid Row for the other. Of course I remember - wouldn't these images be burned on your brain? I also peppered the inside of my school locker with photos of my favorite band, Ratt. Whitesnake was, of course, on the list as well. You can see why in the video above. The proof is in the putting!
Where is all this build up leading? Well, you can imagine, with my background, the sheer joy upon learning David Coverdale (lead singer of Whitesnake) was coming out with his very own brand of wine. Say what? Details, via Agent Bedhead:
[These days, just about anyone with enough cash (and enough
requisite pretention) can launch their own brand of wine, and it seems like the
go-to investment for aging rockstars. The latest news in celebrity whinery [pun inteded] is
that Whitesnake (the 1980s hair band, for you ruffians) has launched Whitesnake
Zinfandel 2008. Naturally, lead singer David Coverdale describes the product
with much punnery:
"It's a bodacious, cheeky little wine, filled to the brim
with the spicy essence of sexy, slippery Snakeyness... I recommend it to
complement any & all grown up friskiness & hot tub jollies... Is This Love? I believe it is..."
No word on whether your local liquor stores will bother to
carry this stuff, but - luckily- Coverdale will sell you his overrated
piece-of-crap wine directly from Whitesnake.com... that is, if you're willing to
give up $29.95 per bottle (w/12 bottle minimum purchase).]
David, consider your ass owned! I've got a wedding party coming up this year and I can't imagine anything more delightful than serving our guests some delicious Whitesnake Zinfandel. Sip the snake! And by the way, we prefer cash to gifts. If we're gonna go with a lack of class, we might as well go all the way - as the rockers like to say!
I realize this is a commercial - but it's an ad of a kitten. In a hat. Eating a baby ice cream cone! I'm not having babies, so I gotta give my ovaries something!
Not as dirty as it sounds! I came across this photo on the fabulous Dlisted - I don't know where Michael K. dug this one up, but he deserves a medal. Clearly Nicole Kidman had a huge Molly Ringwald hard-on back in the day. Try and deny it, Nicole - but the Eighties have found you! Kidman, ever the bastion of tradition, hasn't strayed from her pink ribboned hairstyle of yore. When you find something that works, you stick with it! Sure, with age has come the beige, but that's what the Botox is for... Smiles, everybody!
Umm... is it just me, or does the wording of this well-intentioned sign seem a little off? I mean, I'm all for protecting the sanctity of the pool table - within reason!
[Photo Credit: Some rules are meant to be broken.]
I've always felt a little weird being one of the few women I know who does not want children. I love kids and think babies are wildly intoxicating with their cuteness. But one of my own? No, thanks. I always thought I was a bit of an oddball - until I strolled into this bar. Children as weapons? Now I know it's not me - it's just simple self preservation. What a relief!
Looks like the decision to hold the bake sale instead of the spelling bee came back to bite Doolen Middle School in the ass. It's the fine print that'll get ya every time.
[Photo Credit: I have a weird obsession with signs. Yes, I did make a point of looping around the block, parking and taking a photo. Apparently I have a lot of time on my hands!]
It seems to me that reviews for the Sex & The City sequel are quite sexist. Longtime readers of PLP know what a huge fan I am of SATC, so my assessment might seem a little bias. Luckily I'm not alone in my belief that the fab four got raked over the coals for being what they've always been - characters of strong, albeit self-absorbed, powerful women. And this is wrong because...? Read on for another opinion, courtesy of Pajiba:
[I have to concede, however, that the gender of the critic
does play a role, maybe not in assessing the quality of the movie, but in
placing it in the right cultural context. For instance, nobody liked
Transformers 2, either, and collectively we piled a lot of vitriol upon that
shit-heap. But little, if any, of that vitriol was directed at the millions of
teenage boys -- both literally and figuratively -- who saw it. Meanwhile, many of
the attacks on SATC do feel gender oriented. It's a movie specifically aimed at
a female audience, and it's not out of line for that audience -- whether they
like the movie or not -- to take umbrage with some of the characterizations of
those critiques.
I see it this way: SATC is the female equivalent of
Transformers, and the excessive wardrobe budget is not that dissimilar to
paying $8 million to plaster Megan Fox's ass all over a movie. Yet, men get a
pass for paying $10 to watch Megan Fox's ass bounce up and down a movie set,
while women are maligned as vapid or shallow for taking the same pleasure in
gawking at shoes and the various male objects of fantasy that are scattered
throughout the SATC movies. It is a double standard.]
We all know a double standard exists between men and women, but does it really have to extend to fictional characters of cinema? Apparently so. Why are men seemingly fearing this powerful female presence at the box office? Worried the little ladies might get a few ideas?
Sure, I concede that the Sex films aren't perfect - but I don't recall anyone promising the projects were going to equal Citizen Kane. And anyone familiar with the series knows that Carrie and Co. have always been defined by large brushes of their nature - i.e. flaky, prude, analytical and "slutty." The only difference is that the HBO series had 6 years to flesh out these women, while the movies only have two hours. As for the characters being perceived as shallow and politically incorrect? So what? Watch Kirby Dick's amazing documentary, This Film Is Not Yet Rated, to see how terrifying some people find it when women actually enjoy themselves. SATC has always been lighthearted and I don't remember Ms. Preston (nee Bradshaw) ever asking to be a role model. It's always been just for fun. And at that, Sex & The City has excelled.
There is an upside. I've said it before and I'll say it again - it's more! More of those beloved characters who we didn't think we were going to get to see again. If there's one message you can take away from the film I'd hope it would be this - why can't we all just lighten up and get along? The hedonist in me hopes the creators make it a three-peat. I've got my fictional gal pals backs - and sometimes you need that in a sea of fair weather friends.
