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gaby: sometimes you are in your early twenties and you just date a lot of total dickheads


So I was walking down Bowery today–and dear reader, can I just take a moment here to tell you how much effort and anxiety went into the first sentence fragment of this blog entry? Whenever I talk about New York in a venue that is read/ heard/ seen by people who don’t live in New York, I get really antsy about coming off like a New York-centric asshole. Like, sure, you can say “I was walking down the Bowery, a street in Manhattan”, but doesn’t that make you sound like some guy who went to Harvard but refuses to say the word Harvard? “I went to university in Cambridge, Massachusetts.” Yeah, that guy. No one wants to be that guy! But then if you just say “I was walking down the Bowery,” you also run the risk of being a New York-centric dick who thinks everyone on earth knows what “the Bowery” is because it is a street in a place that is sooooooo important and of course you should be familiar with the highways and byways of my life because New York is sooooooo important. I mean, it is and you should be, but I don’t want to be a dick about it. So anyway, I went with the first way. The Bowery is a street in Manhattan that has traditionally been home to a lot of things like transient hotels and residencies for the homeless, and also places where semi-unpopular art forms were practiced, like CBGB, the Bouwerie Lane Theater, and the Amato Opera–all scrappy artistic operations performing works that the general public had little taste for, and all now closed so that the Bowery can slowly and gently gentrify into a place where all you can do is buy $700 shoes to wear around your luxury condo.

So, with all that information in mind: I was walking down the Bowery today after work, and saw some super obnoxious art by Ryan Adams in the window of this very obnoxious art gallery called The Morrison Hotel. The Morrison Hotel sells, like, fine art photography of rock n roll, but in an annoying way, like everything is really really expensive and they’re always having exhibits like “New Rock Photography by Joaquin Phoenix!”. And right now they are mounting some big exhibit by Ryan Adams, and you are a hip person reading this blog so I don’t need to explain Ryan Adams to you, nor why someone might totally hate Ryan Adams–I only need tell you that I feel Ryan Adams is a total douche and I am not a fan of his thoughts, expressed in any artistic medium. Did you know he also writes terrible books? But I digress. I didn’t go inside to look at his work, but some of his paintings were in a window–little painted people holding picket signs that said varied obnoxious things that were supposed to be ‘provocative’, I guess in the way that “the Man Show” was supposed to be provocative, i.e. displaying a totally mainstream opinion unpopular among people who are enlightened or astute or interested in culture or whatever and then being all “Ooh, did that scare you, little cultural elite baby? That’s because it was TOO REAL!” Anyway, the only sign I remember from the paintings in the window said “The Bowery is for bums, not art.” But you know what, the Bowery kind of IS for bums, not art!  So, though it was supposed to be ridiculous or extreme or whatever, that sign was completely accurate. Whatever interesting art was once there is now gone, so I would actually feel totally comfortable walking around with that picket sign, protesting the turning of a homeless shelter into a store where teenage Russian supermodels can buy Swarovski crystal-encrusted codpieces (note to New York readers: I still like the Bowery Poetry Club, though!).

“The Bowery is not for your terrible art, that’s for sure, Ryan Adams,” I thought to myself.  “Man, Ryan Adams is such a dick.”

And then I remembered, with a start, that he was married to Mandy Moore. I (like an ever-lessening number of women my age) kind of identify with Mandy Moore. Of all the Hollywood 20-something celebrities around, she’s the one who seems the most regular, the one who’s pretty good at a bunch of things but not that amazing at anything, to the point where you convince yourself that you could be her if you only lost 30 pounds, but obviously you’re not going to, because who wants to lose 30 pounds just to be the celebrity that everyone thinks is most like them? It’s called “Everygirl Syndrome” and it is what drove Katie Holmes into the mouth of madness! But anyway, so I have always had a soft spot for Mandy. I even saw “A Walk to Remember” in theaters, though I am a conscientious objector to both Nicholas Sparks and saving your v card until marriage. She strikes me as a nice gal.

I pondered the life of Mandy Moore out there on the sidewalk for a minute, trying to figure out what led her to be married to this complete a-hole Adams at the tender age of 25. And then I realized: Mandy Moore likes to date total dicks! The facts speak for themselves: among Moore’s previous public conquests are Wilmer Valdaramamamamamama (he owns all those annoying restaurants in LA with Ashton Kutcher that are like factory farms for total dicks), that tennis guy, whatever his name was (he seems like a dick–pro tennis guys always seem so mad for no reason!), Zach Braff (Zachbraff is Dutch for “dick”), and now she is married to Ryan Adams! And I realized it was a function of her age. For when I was in my teens and early 20s, I often liked to date dicks as well! It is a terrible time in a young person’s life, and often a time when one is interested in dating complete and utter dickholes, because you are still a few years away from realizing that dicks aren’t the only guys who are funny, and also that a lot of their jokes aren’t even that funny, and that they are actually mean to you a lot of the time because they are scared of life, not because you can’t do any better.

I thought to myself, “Oh Mandy! If you had just waited a few more years and not gotten married at 24, you would have realized there are guys who are also really cute and respectful who like you– guys whom Courtney Love will never accuse of stealing her money on her Livejournal! And you can date/ marry them! But now, you are stuck with a total dick, maybe forever, maybe just until you mature enough to want to divorce him. I don’t understand it either! But I feel for you. If not for the grace of God, I could be married to some guy who says funny stuff while we watch tv but then refuses to introduce me to any of his friends.” Of course, I am projecting here. That’s all that celebrities are good for, projecting. Mandy could be a complete dick herself, and she and Adams could be a beautiful match and love each other forever and birth horrendous, evil children who taunt baby dogs with lunch meats. But I would like to make a public service announcement now: if you are similarly afflicted with dickicus attractivus, as I once was, I beg you to wait until, at the very very least, your late 20s before settling down, or you just might get stuck with a total dick for life. Confidential to people who are agonizing right now over how your own taste in dudes is for ones who are total dicks–I promise you, if you are motivated, you can grow out of it. Keep working it, it works, etc. You hit your late 20s and it just kind of vanishes, maybe because you start being able to love yourself, I don’t know. Confidential to everyone else out there who has always just wanted to date nice people and never understood the appeal of dickhead guys: you can get married or whatever whenever they want (yes, I am telling you when and how you are allowed to become permanently partnered, because I am the total boss of you).

Man, writing is too hard. Now wonder I haven’t done this in months! I’m gonna order some pad thai.


Nickey: Compare and contrast!

Nickey Robo

Lady Gaga has gotten a lot of attention for her over-the-top bullshit fest from last weeks VMA’s. At first I was going to write about Gaga vs. Courtney Love and the meaning of authenticity… But then I realized that my thoughts were getting too complicated for this blog and I wanted to write a longer essay. So! I encourage you to watch both these videos in rapid secession and draw your own conclusions.

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Paul: Shelley Duvall hears voices…



I am sure you’ve all been wondering, what the hell ever happened to Shelley Duvall, right?  Well, after the 1994 earthquake in LA she skipped town for good and moved to a tiny town in Texas.  That’s why she hasn’t been in anything worth mentioning since Home Fries.  

Acoording to the Globe, Duvall’s neighbors in Blanco, Texas are concerned about her recent behavior. She thinks that her property is some kind of portal for extra-terrestrials and she walks around all night looking for them.  She also flashes the headlights in her parked car to communicate with them.   They say she walks around town looking like a damn mess, muttering about aliens.  

If this is really true (right now it’s just hearsay) it’s very sad.  Duvall is one of my favorites, she’s always so awkward yet engaging.  Part of me thinks that her neighbors are just talking shit for fun because they’re jealous of her because she’s so much prettier than they are.  I talk to people who are bat-shit crazy all day and almost none of them are this bad. On the other hand, it’s not difficult to imagine her falling apart, is it?  Anyway, hope she is doing okay.  Check her out in this scene from the live-action Popeye movie…


Paul: Brad Pitt Running For Mayor of New Orleans…


…”on the gay marriage, no religion, legalization and taxation of marijuana platform.”

brad pitt for mayor


RIP Michael and Farrah…


photo scooped from my new favorite blog, Sissydude


Paul: All Those Cheetos and High-Fructose Corn Syrup finally caught up with K-fed..

…How does a person let this happen to themselves???


I guess he’s reached an age where putting on a few pounds is forgivable and perhaps inevitable, but the Wal-Mart clothes are unacceptable. I don’t get it, it can’t be for an acting part or anything – he’s Kevin Federline. Has he done anything other than father Britney’s celebu-spawn? Jon always thought he was genetically attractive before – just douchey and poorly styled. I disagree, looking back there was always a fat person screaming to come out.

And before all you politically-correct people out there pounce on me for being fat-phobic, it’s not about that. A few extra pounds can work if it’s not apparent that you’ve totally just decided to dress like a slob and let yourself go. For example, Alec Baldwin is still a total fox… I wouldn’t turn him away even though he’s a bit tubby. Kevin Federline is raking in thousands a week in child support, he can afford to look  a little less un-fuckable.

btw, is that a burrito he’s holding???


Jon: I just saw “Twilight” last night….

…and it was bad.

Really really bad.

And is it just me or is every single actor in this movie gay? Especially Kristen Stewart, who you might also remember as the quirky diabetic little gay girl in that marginally ok thriller “Panic Room”….

If I was gay (the other way…) I would totally have a lady boner for her…

Thoughts from the queer ladies in the audience? Leave them in the comments….


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