As if having a “Fuck Yeah Advertising” Tumblr wasn’t depressing enough:
• It has a Tumblarity of > 10,000.
• I bet you can guess how many of the “awesome” ads are 1,000% facepalm-worthy.
Gee, shucks, I’m all thrilled when I break 50 :(
Rihanna (via gauntlet) (via abbyjean)
Is there a full transcript for the Diane Sawyer interview yet? There are so many amazing quotes in the interview — you could probably use the interview itself as a teaching tool in elem through high schools, playing the clip for students and developing a conversation or project around it in the media literacy stylee.
EDIT: In case it wasn’t clear, the quote refers to her interview with the Guardian.
Not sure if this is true for anyone else, but when I was a kid it never would have made any sense to me to think of playing sports as I think of it now — an excuse for kids to get in some much-needed exercise in a structured setting. I couldn’t get past the potential judgment of skill and on some level always hated playing sports (even ones I was relatively good at, like baseball). And yet I can’t think of any physical activity that was structured that just felt like “exercising.” The social dimensions of it always overpowered the physical exertion part. But then I was also a kid who worshipped “Calvin and Hobbes” (particularly in this case the baseball team storyline) and wished that I could play Calvinball with someone.
I know how you feel, kiddo.
One of the strangest realizations of my life was when I was on the Boys and Girls club basketball team and was the absolute worst player on the team — worse than even the most unpopular kids from our school (I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t particularly unpopular, either). It was like a social experiment in restructuring the popularity scales based purely on physical achievement, and I became dead weight, completely useless. I don’t even think anyone noticed when I quit the team to join the school play instead.
Thing is, no one was outwardly cruel about my deficiencies on the team, it being a generally happy and supportive atmosphere, so it was more like being stranded in the world with no discernible skills to offer anyone. I wasn’t mocked, just ignored. I didn’t feel that way again until I had to work as a temp in a poorly-run office — any skills I might have had had nothing to do with what I actually did there, though I wasn’t nearly as incompetent there as I was on the basketball court.
This is all you need to know about the Twilight series.
I cannot WAIT until they have to find a way to turn the fourth book into a movie. The only Twilight I’ve ever read is the glorified rape scene / vampire baby eating away from the inside scene, as recommended by a friend. WORTH IT.
umm… probably jonathan frakes as commander riker. jesus.
Good fucking answer. Every week I have a dream about Riker, Picard and Data running a train on me.
i remember vividly a period when i was young and riker shaved his beard and i was actually angry with him
Who was that girl from “Monkey Trouble” again? [googles] Thora Birch, c. 1994, age 10.
Rihanna - Te Amo
This song is much more complicated than you probably think it is (assuming you’ve heard of it yet — it’s an album track from the new Rihanna that leaked some time ago), and it’s also probably the subtlest and most revealing commentary on female sexuality — coming from a person who identifies as straight (Rihanna) interacting with someone who identifies as gay (the other character) — that I’ve heard in pop, at least recent memory if not ever. A welcome respite to Rihanna BFF Katy Perry, or any number of songs whose thesis is basically “boys can be so mean, things would be so much easier if I was gay” (I’ve heard at least three of these in the last two years). This song takes up that argument and answers “um, actually, that’s not how this works at all.”
Most interesting thought I’ve had about this, though, is in Rihanna’s music, love is something that connotes death, murder, fire, and general carnage, whether it’s a break-up song (In “Fire Bomb” she suicide bombs her ex-boyfriend’s house, in “Unfaithful” she figures it’d be easier to blow her boyfriend’s brains out than talk to him about her infidelities, etc.) or a love song [EDIT: I am striking all Rihanna reading comprehension from the record, see comments for details…]. And yet here, confronted with such closeness and intimacy — her description of the two on the beach, Rihanna dancing while setting boundaries for the other woman (basically, “you can watch me but don’t touch me like that”) is damn near cinematic — she’s utterly heart-broken, at a loss for how to process it.
For a much more in-depth discussion of the lyrics, check out this thread about the song.
Great moments in scenes between two terrible actors.
Wow, we’re watching “Angel” right now and I keep wondering which episode they’ll finally kill her character (which, it would seem, is identical to this character).
Hey Richard Rushfield! What’s Nicolas Cage’s Rotten Tomatoes average? Or even Shia LaBeouf’s? Or Matthew McConaghey? Or god willing, Kate Hudson? Remove “A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints” and “Almost Famous” from those actors, and we’re talking scores in the low teens (Or at least they should be. Have you SEEN “How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days”?). Sandra Bullock makes films that, for the most part, don’t cost a ton to make and end up being solid money makers. Stop answering your own questions!
For the record, The Proposal is the best movie I’ve seen this year. And not just the best, the best by about fifty miles.
So, I turned on All Things Considered because I’m kind of dozing off over here (it’s pitch dark already!), and I caught the end of the story on NPR Music’s 50 most influential records of the 00s list — and of course, they were talking about “Toxic.” Not the rest of In The Zone. Just “Toxic.”
This song never gets old. I tried like hell to wear it out many times over the past several years, but it just will not die. Amazing.
luff, michaela
Hmmmm, should hear what they say but I have a hard time accepting that “Toxic” gets a nod without mentioning the rest of the album. And anyway, what exactly did “Toxic” influence? I don’t think that anyone really picked up on the song’s sonics, and as for the music conversation, broadening the Britney tent to include a couple of Pitchfork staffers hardly feels like a sea change…
