Black Snake Moan

June 23, 2007

I gotta pull over.

Don’t we all wish we had an old-ass, green bean growin’ Samuel L Jackson to fix all our shit so we can live our lives? I think so. Well done…

Paris vs Matt Frei

June 7, 2007

I like Matt Frei’s take on things. If I had the energy or want, perhaps I could write something as articulate and straight forward, expressing my hatred for people like Paris Hilton. (Well, I guess there’s this.)

This is the new American culture, baby. Appearance and nothing more. Hollow as hell. I’ve taken more interesting shits:

In Los Angeles, a mug shot and a short stint behind bars appears to be almost a rite of passage for a celebrity.

It allows those who have everything to empathise in public with those who have nothing.

It is the preparation of a new role and the script is predictable: the contrition, the return journey to honesty, the charity work, the book deal, the vegetarian recipes, the jailhouse fashion line, the cult of self-improvement lapped up by the attendant media, a stint squirming on Oprah’s couch.

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I’m not helping by posting about the attention whore in my little blog, but I can’t stand all of the interest in her case. Who cares? It’s the same way things have always been. She has money, you don’t. You go to real jail, she doesn’t. Where you would lose your job, she profits. Until she’s raped by an angry lesbian in a federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison, I am thoroughly unimpressed. Martha Stewart, time to raise the bar! Get back in there and get sodomized! Won’t you carve a path for the Spears, Lohans, and Hilton’s of our society, you little homemaking groundbreaking mother fucker, you?