Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Tuesday Tumble

Oprah: A True Bulletproof Diva

I have mixed feelings about Oprah-- conflicting opinions, I should say. While I think that her show is uplifting, and does a lot of good for a lot of people, at the same time, I think that the show has become little more than a vehicle for perpetuating fluff, under the guise of trying to get people to improve themselves. I've watched her show off and on through the years, and there were a few good years. But now, the show seems to have a scattered focus. One day, we are watching people nominate worthy individuals in their community for recognition through Oprah's Angel Network; the next day, we are subject to hearing yet another boring story about how Oprah's best friend, Gayle, can't find a man. But we all lose focus and wander from time to time, so it's no big deal, and other shows have done worse. My biggest complaint about the Oprah Show is the fact that she is constantly talking about weddings, marriage, marital relationships, and raising children, yet she has done none of these things herself. I often wonder, why are these women listening to her? Doesn't it occur to them that Oprah is not even married herself? Then I realize, that Oprah has never claimed to be an expert on any of these topics. She always invites a panel of experts, or people who have "been there" to relate their stories or to share their expertise with the audience. Oprah only acts as the faciliator. My only other complaint about Oprah is about the show where she had Maria Shriver and Arnold Schwarzenegger on, in the middle of the whole Gray Davis Recall embarrassment. Now, if she'd only had Maria on, I would have no complaints, because it's a well-known fact that Oprah and Maria are close friends. But to have Arnold on in the middle of all that seemed to set a political tone to the show, and it seemed (at least to me) that Oprah was, indirectly, endorsing Arnold's run for governor of California. Frankly, I think his visit to her show contributed a great deal to his victory. I find it interesting that few people commented on this. It seems that people are content to continue bashing her Book Club, the books she chooses, her ending of the first book club, and her spat with Jonathan Franzen: When Oprah petulantly cancelled her Book Club, she acted out TV's norm in the real world—the norm that consequence need not be considered. There were consequences, of course: if Oprah really had the ability to make eight million people believe literature was important, she also had to ability to make them believe the world's writers couldn't collectively produce twelve good books a year. This is damning, and damaging, and really pisses me off. She has the right—is allowed—to discuss books; she has no right to casually dismiss contemporary writers en masse, especially when her dismissal has real consequences in the real world of literature. So, yes, the lit crit crowd is suspicious of Oprah, and with good reason. Is this suspicion based, in part, in snobbery? You bet. This is an excerpt of a debate on the matter (link via Bookslut). Some people seem to think that just because Oprah has a large amount of influence over her audience, or rather, that her audience likes to emulate her in a big way, that Oprah is maliciously trying to control the publishing industry (and a laundry list of other industries). Someone once said to me, "Oprah has just gone too far! Someone needs to stop her." When I first heard it, I laughed, thinking that it was odd that someone would actually say that in a serious tone of voice. Just how has she gone too far? Just who is it that is going to stop her? The cattlemen in Texas tried that, and failed miserably. Oprah is indeed bulletproof; even as her show gets schmaltzier, she gains more fans. Who wouldn't be a fan of someone who threw money out like she grew it on trees on her ranch? So, some of us joke that her fans are just mindless bots who can't think for themselves. I'm guilty of harboring these thoughts, especially of the people who hang on her every word. And describing some of the guests on her show as being clueless would definitely be an understatement. I often wonder just how some of these people manage to read the books that Oprah picks for her club. Yes, the books are mostly depressing or schmaltzy, but quite a few of them are very challenging to read. Reading Toni Morrison is no easy feat, even for the educated. So, I refuse to complain about Oprah's book club; she's getting people to read. Isn't that always a good thing? It is not Oprah's fault the the publishing industry is losing sales to other media; it's not Oprah's fault that publishers have decided to focus on a few top selling and famous authors, to the detriment of new, or lesser known writers. It's not Oprah's fault that literature is to reading as jazz is to music: a little understood, little appreciated art form. It's not Oprah's fault that publishers, like most other businesses, are content to go after the fast buck and instant profits, instead of investing in a diverse array of literary works. This debate is similar to the one about the lack of quality or "high brow" films being produced today. People wonder why studios pour money into cheesy/tasteless films. Which films make the most money week after week? As was widely reported after this year's Oscars ceremony, "high brow" films may be the darlings of the critics, but fluff is what people are most willing to pay to see. It would be so refreshing to see people stop trying to blame Oprah for the downfall of whatever entity they can think of, but I know that it will continue unchecked (people are blaming Bill Clinton for things that happened after his presidency, so I know that the Oprah bashing is here to stay).

Monday, May 30, 2005

New Game Idea: Product Placement

A few months ago, I came up with this nifty game idea, for whenever you're watching TV or a film. Each time you see an obvious example of product placement, point it out to your friends. And if you're really good, keep track of all of the different instances of product placement that you see, challenge your friends to a contest, and compare your results at the end of the show.

Monday musings

Friday, May 27, 2005

Nifty Sex Book Titles

  1. "Great Blowjob Tips for Teens"
  2. "The Frigid Female: Elisabeth Lloyd and the Legend of the Female Orgasm" or "Since Most Women Don't Need Men to Achieve it, Can the Female Orgasm Really Exist?"
  3. "Tales of a Congressional C*&! : Wild and Wet Adventures of a Senatorial Mail Room Clerk" (Insert any expletive of choice that begins with the letter "C")
  4. "Fed Sex Ed: How to Prevent Another Lewinsky/Cutler Type Scandal"

Links to go

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Questions, questions...

What is with this new trend of rappers "retiring"? Well, rappers aren't the only ones... Cher said she was retiring like 5 years ago, and she's still doing concerts. Jay-Z has supposedly put down his mic, but he just won't go away... Now DMX is supposedly giving up the "wicked ways of Hip Hop" and trying to find a higher plain (or is it a higher plane?)... and just why is he soliciting advice from Mase? The "entertainment retirement" plan seems to be a temporary thing; it only lasts five to ten years, or until the royalty checks stop paying the bills... just ask Hammer.

---
Why do people insist on conducting their business, engaging in lengthy dialogues, or checking their voicemail/email in movie theaters? It's not like you're at a baseball game, where these things have come to be an accepted part of the experience. Why pay $10 to do that, when you could just get an illegal download of the film, stay home, and ignore it for free?
---
Just why is it that people think that Gwen Stefani is so cool? Frankly, I think she's just a more hyped version of Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas. People seem to be falling over backwards proclaiming her "greatness". Well, maybe she is great at being a mediocre singer. As for the rest... I just don't get it.
---
What is the LA (Gay) Pride Committee thinking? Paris Hilton as the Grand Marshall of the Pride Parade? How "L Word" of them... and speaking of that 3rd-tier "network" that is called Showtime... "Queer as Folk" is dropping Rosie O'Donnell into things... and Sharon Gless finally gets to play a lesbian... I guess they couldn't get Tyne Daly to do it, so Rosie was the next best choice... no matter how annoying/obnoxious Rosie may be, she and Sharon would still make a more engaging "lesbian" couple than that other robotic two-some.
---
Why would anyone in their right mind, or over the age of 8, want to spend enough time inside a McDonald's restaurant to download music and surf the internet? Doesn't that go against the principles of being a "fast food" establishment?

Spike Lee: Enigmatic genius, or sexist crackpot?

The Independent gives highlights from a new Spike Lee biography, which doesn't paint a very favorable picture of the controversial director. Quite a few of the people who have worked with Spike through the years seem to have mixed feelings about their respective experiences. Even Tonya Lewis Lee, Spike's wife, has critical questions about some of his work: In his 1996 movie Girl 6, Spike dealt with the issue of female sexuality head on. In telling the story of Judy, a struggling actress who becomes a phone-sex operator, Spike asked the Pulp Fiction director Quentin Tarantino to play himself holding a casting in the opening scene. The scene explores sexual exploitation within the film industry. Judy's agent will tell her: "Sharon Stone spread her legs and you see what happens..." [...] Tonya Lee Lewis (sic) [Spike's wife since 1994] had problems with the film: "Satchel was born by the time Girl 6 came out, and I always felt Girl 6 was Spike's way of rebelling against marriage and children. Spike didn't tell me he was doing the film: I started hearing about it from other people first. And I always felt that he had a guilty conscience about it: why not tell me about it? What's the big secret? Why am I hearing it from people who've read about it in the paper, and I sleep with him? I felt like he was hiding something about it or he was afraid of what I was going to say. "Once I had a chance to read it, I didn't get it. First of all, I thought that the script was so poorly developed that I did not understand the main character, her motivation, her history. How did she get to that place? It was like, 'Dress up a lot of pretty sexy girls and make them talk dirty.'" "Through a Lens Darkly" (Independent)

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

The wild, whimsical, and weird (Link Dump)

  • Are we experiencing a real-life version of Revenge of the Nerds? (SFgate)
  • Tale of the reluctant gangsta, Akon. (Times Online)
  • Teresa Heinz Kerry drops Kerry. (WaPo)
  • Cast of "Friends" too greedy to just live off their residuals, and not talented enough to do anything new. (Movie Blog)
  • Can you pass the Microsoft test? (Times Online)
  • Charlotte Church doesn't apologize for her smoking, drinking, carousing, or any of her other chav-like behavior. (Observer)
  • Didn't you know that when Live Aid II decided to let Joss Stone perform, that would open the gates to even more talentless and annoying acts? (Perez Hilton)
  • For all those people who said that Jay Kay was an asshole... it was the drugs. (Times Online)
  • The "paper of record" delves into that scintillating topic of changing trends in hair length for women. (NYT)
  • Poor Tom Cruise; no one believes that he is in love with Katie Holmes. (WaPo)

Thursday, May 19, 2005

The Poor Man's Guide to Celebrity

If you're looking to put together some sort of entertainment production (music, film, photo shoot, whatever), and you find the need to keep costs down (or you can't really afford your first choice), there are marketable options. The entertainment industry has been doing this for years. Similar to the fashion industry, where you have your high-priced designer items, and then the mass-market knock-offs (affordable to the common people), celebrities come in different gradations as well. If you really wanted Denzel to be a part of your production, but can't find the financial backing to afford him, then you have the option of looking up Dennis Haysbert. If you are finding yourself frustrated, because you just can't get that project realized because of financial constraints, don't fret! There are always viable options:

  • If you can't get Maxwell, just go for Eric Benet.
  • If P. Diddy is really who you want, but his people won't even talk to you, call up Damon Dash.
  • Want Ashanti to do a few guest vocals, but strapped for cash? Look up Christina Milian.
  • Actually, now that Christina's lightened her look, she could sub for Beyonce as well.
  • Can't afford Destiny's Child for your bar mitzvah? Call up 3LW.
  • Can't get Usher? Go for Mario, Omarion, or Marques Houston.
  • R. Kelly just too expensive? Try for Avant, Jaheim, or, if you're really strapped, Case.
  • Is 112 just too high profile for your budget? Get B2K.
  • A few years back, when NSync wasn't an affordable option, 98 Degrees did the job just fine.
  • Can't afford Alannis Morrissette? Get Pink, or Kelly Clarkson, or Avril Lavigne.
  • If Avril is still not in your budget, go for Ashlee Simpson.
  • Can't afford the rights to add that Luther Vandross song to your production, but you just have to have that "Luther vibe"? Try Ruben Studdard.
  • Really wanted a Barry Manilow feel? Clay Aiken is the way to go.
  • Faith Evans too expensive? Blu Cantrell's probably free (well, maybe not exactly free, but less expensive, definitely).
  • Can you only think of Jim Carrey in your wildest dreams? Will Ferrell is the perfect stand-in.
  • Viveca Fox's people just won't return your calls? Try Lisa Raye.
  • Want Jodie Foster, but can't afford her? Julia Stiles will do.
  • Can't afford Freddie Prinze, Jr.? Call Wilmer Valderrama.
  • We all know how expensive Katie Couric is... just give in and call Kelly Ripa.
  • Back in the day, when Jodeci's price was a little too "upscale" for a production, Dru Hill filled in nicely.
  • And if you only needed KC Hailey, but he was just too pricey for you, Sisqo was the perfect replacement.
  • Missy Elliott too big for your budget? You could probably get JD to loan out Da Brat for a few days with no problems.
  • Can't get Sheryl Crow? Call up Michelle Branch.
  • Salma Hayek too expensive? Eva Mendes is another option.
  • You really wanted a Boris Kodjoe type? Shemar Moore is probably available.
  • Antonio Banderas too expensive for your film? Get Marc Anthony. Marc will also do if you wanted Enrique Iglesias to sing, but you couldn't get him, either.
  • Gotta have that Erykah Badu vibe, but you don't have an Erykah budget? Try India.Arie.
  • Can't afford Nicole Ari Parker? Call Leila Arcieri.
  • Mariah Carey just too expensive? Get Christina Aguilera.
  • A few years back, if you couldn't afford Naomi Campbell (or couldn't afford to pay for the damages that would normally result from working with her), you could get Beverly Peel instead.
  • And if you want Tyson Beckford, but find yourself priced out, Tyrese is just as good.
  • Years ago, if you couldn't afford Britney Spears, you could substitute with Mandy Moore or Jessica Simpson, but obviously, the tables have turned now...

Thanks a million, Walkofju!

You can find the funniest things on Craigslist

Craigslist ad for looking for models for a G-Unit promo swimsuit calendar (via Taleoftwocities): We are currently putting together a G-Unit 2005/2006 promo swimsuit calender and we are holding invite-only castings this week ONLY, in our NYC offices. We are seeking models nine 18-24, any ethnicty, attractive, with a very sexual, music video appearance. Models must also be very professional and posess good attitudes. This is a great photo oppourtunity for models and a chance to introduce yourself to the rest of the nation. Models who are selected will have a month and a group spread with 2 other models and a G-Unit artist. This is a swimsuit calender, so besides pretty faces, we are seeking outsandingly fit and proportioned bodies.Again, this is a promo calender, and like a lot of other urban publications and projects there is no pay, but it is VERY good exposure. Translation (if Craigslist doesn't have a spell check option, they seriously need to think about adding one): We are currently putting together a promotional "skank" calendar and we are holding invite-only castings this week ONLY, in a loft or warehouse (location to be disclosed at a later time). Don't even think about showing up if you were not specifically invited. (Unless you are willing to perform certain favors or fulfill certain requests of executive members of the crew; and even if you are willing to do that, it is still not a guarantee that you will be chosen to be photographed for the calendar). We know this is short notice, but since we only came up with this idea at the spur of the moment (actually, somebody thought of it while we were all getting high last weekend), this couldn't be helped. We are seeking "models" (strippers, aspiring actresses, dancers, and video girls are encouraged to respond) ages 15-27 (those over 23 need not apply if you can't pass for a younger age), any ethnicity (long hair/weave is preferred); the "video ho" look is what we are looking for. Models must also be respectful to the artists and photographers, and crew, and give in to all demands and requests without giving attitude or back talk. This will give you a chance to be seen. If you are pretty enough and obedient enough, you might get the chance to be picked by a talent scout to do more photo shoots, which might lead to bigger and better things (for example, music videos, straight-to-video movies, and maybe even porn, if you're willing to go there). And if you're really lucky, one of the artists might decide to enlist you as an additional member of his prestigious entourage. Selected models will have a designated month and a group spread and groping-fest with 2 other models and one of our prestigious artists (or maybe more, if any of the other artists decide that they want to join in on the fun). This is a swimsuit calendar, so if all you have to offer is a pretty face, you need not apply. That means that if you cannot fit into a swimsuit of our choosing, or if you have an aversion to posing partially nude or posing provocatively or sexually with other women, this is not the job for you. If you are overweight, or if your breast size is not at least a C-cup, don't even think about answering this ad. Again, this is a promotional calendar, and like a lot of urban publications and projects (i.e. magazines, films, and music videos), there is no pay. Don't even think about complaining, because we are footing all of the expenses for this project, besides offering your unknown ass the chance for some major exposure. If you are interested in contributing to this project, please send a prompt response.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

More Links to keep you amused (well, they amused me, at least)

And we all thought that the weather was boring

We should all move to England, where all they have to complain about is the weather (specifically, the new weather maps on the news):

  • “All the moving around made me feel queasy” -- Owen Smith
  • “Living in Scotland, I have to look almost to the horizon to see my weather” -- Muzza
  • “If I wanted a muddled, distorted view of the UK weather from 100,000ft over western France, that’s where I would go to watch it” -- Tim James
  • “Please can you lower the word ‘Cardiff’ on your new-style weather maps? It obscures the temperature for London” -- Catherine Preston
  • “I feel totally LOST without the Atlantic pressure charts” -- Andy Morse
  • “Was there something wrong with the green land of before? Looks like we are in a desert, arid landscape now” -- donboyfisher

One thing I'd never bet money on

While most reality shows are dull and pretty much predictable, one show that you can never guess the ending to is America's Next Top Model. While other shows have set rules, routine activities, and challenges that make you think that maybe you could guess from week to week what will happen next, ANTM is nothing like that. On this show, even though they explain everything that is going to take place, and all of the girls are told that all they need to do is give their best effort -- they are even given personal coaching on specific flaws and performance issues-- guessing what is going to happen at the end of the episode is an exercise in futility. Every week, we get to see Tyra and her "panel of experts" (you could call it that if you're into stretching euphemism to the limit) poke, prod, pick at and pick on the girls, most of whom profess to be almost desperate to win this chance to gain fame and fortune (well, not really a fortune; a modeling contract with some B-List agency will have to do for now). When you think that you've figured out which girl has ruined her chances by not trying hard enough, or by giving too much attitude, or by not giving enough attitude, Tyra comes on at the end and selects the one girl that you never thought she'd get rid of. She goes through the season with one or two seemingly obvious favorites, but by the last 4 episodes, we're usually left with the most lackluster girls of the group, the ones who Tyra would often claim were not vocal/vibrant/"fashion model" enough. The only consistent thing about the show is the fact that Tyra and some members of the panel give the girls conflicting advice. One week, a girl is told that she needs to tone down her attitude, and told not to act too ambitious; two weeks later, the same girl is told that she needs to speak up for herself, and that she shouldn't let anyone walk over her. The finale of this season, as with the others, will most likely be a total surprise, not because this show is so deep, or that the rules and challenges are so complex, but all because the rules of the game seem to be subject to Tyra's whim, at any given moment.

Today's serving of sexism is provided by...

Some hack researchers who managed to get an interview in the New York Times. Is the female orgasm a myth? A figment of some creative women's imagination? A vestigial function that has yet to be explained by scientific research? Why are people still asking these questions? And, is the oft-whispered about, but fleetingly experienced female orgasm facing extinction? "Perhaps the reason orgasm is so erratic is that it's phasing out," Dr. Hrdy said. "Our descendants on the starships may well wonder what all the fuss was about." Western culture is suffused with images of women's sexuality, of women in the throes of orgasm during intercourse and seeming to reach heights of pleasure that are rare, if not impossible, for most women in everyday life. What are they smoking at the NYT today? "Critic Takes on the Logic of Female Orgasm"

The trite, the trivial, and the trifling

  • Maybe BET should just give an award to everyone who's ever been seen in the public eye.
  • Don't fuck with female rugby players; they're not afraid to break a few bones (including their own). (SFgate)
  • Will we ever have an MC that is "Fitty, Eminem, and Rakim" all rolled into one? Apparently, Will will never be it. (VV)
  • Suze Orman gets down with Eminem and other Hip Hop celebrities. (Billboard)
  • We need Dick Tracy 2 like we need Mission Impossible 3. (The Movie Blog, Egotastic)
  • And, speaking of LLo, I thought she was morphing into Paris Hilton, but I guess I was wrong; it seems that the CLo look is more what she's trying to achieve. (Defamer, Low Culture)
  • Hopefully this won't be written into the script for the next season of The Wire. (Baltimore City Paper)
  • We need another Gwen Stefani solo album like we really needed Destiny's Child to get back together. (MTV)
  • And, speaking of Destiny's Child, do you think they would have done this for free? (BBC)
  • More "handy" info from My Blog is Poop, because we can't always be tastefully clever. (NSFW)
  • American Idol is partly to blame for the perpetuation of schmaltzy music. (MTV)
  • Mos Def: a humble man who doesn't mind being in a mediocre movie. (Time)

Monday, May 16, 2005

Insert your own politically incorrect Dave Chappelle Joke here

"Harvard Will Spend $50 Million to make Faculty More Diverse" (NYT)

Random Ruminations to start the week

I get the feeling that I like Coldplay and U2 because I am not being offered anything better. I have a friend who says he's never liked U2, and when he admitted this to me, I was shocked. Who doesn't like U2? Now, I can understand that there are people who don't like Coldplay (and by the way, why is their website so annoyingly complex to navigate?) and think that Chris and the guys are just "Radiohead 2.0". But a rock music fan who doesn't like U2? The state of rock music is just sad, when people are saying things like "Coldplay is the new Beatles", or "Since U2 doesn't have a new album coming out, that makes Coldplay the best rock band in the world"... JLo vs. JFo... sounds like a show that should be broadcast on Court TV, not the catchphrase to this weekend's number one movie. Who knew that crap like that would be number one? Actually, who didn't know? What am I thinking? I thought that Will Ferrell's movie would be number one, but I guess the public isn't really sick of Jennifer Lopez, and would rather see her in yet another bad movie than to see the poor man's Jim Carrey trading wittier barbs (as compared to the childishly cruel slapstick of Monster-in-Law) with Mike Ditka... I think I'm about ready to move to another planet at this point. And to think that Jane Fonda came out of retirement to make something like this... I guess, like Dave Chappelle, she must be fooling all of us, because she probably knew it would make money... Who is still allowing R. Kelly to record "music"? His songs just get raunchier and raunchier... I'd say that he just needs to break into the porn market... but of course, he's already been there... what I mean is the uh, mainstream porn market... you'd think he could do soundtracks or something. I know that most people would say that there is no need for a real "soundtrack" in a porn flick, but people invent useless crap everyday... More to come later... I, unlike the good bloggers out there, I actually have to get out of my pajamas and go to work...

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Will the preponderance of "Me Media" force radio stations to change course?

The Washington Post discusses an experiment in using podcasts on the radio: About half of Americans age 55 or older have bought "Me Media" devices, such as TiVo and iPods, that put the consumer in the control booth, but according to a new survey by the Arbitron ratings company and Edison Media Research, about 90 percent of everyone younger than 55 is already on board. And though iPod users do download monster hit songs online, they buy and trade a much more varied mix of music than can be heard on the air. For radio, that means a huge generation gap is developing. The iPod, Apple's digital music player, is more like the transistor radio than any other gadget in media history, in that it is making a powerful entrance into the American home mainly through the teen market. The Arbitron/Edison study found that about a quarter of American teenagers own an iPod or other portable MP3 player, a far higher percentage than in any other age group. That's what has led Infinity Broadcasting, one of the nation's largest radio companies, to convert an AM station in San Francisco to KYOU. Starting tomorrow the station will adopt a format (they call it "all podcast") in which anyone who cobbles together a radio show can upload it to the station, which will pick its favorite submissions and throw them on the air. I don't see this as being any better than just playing the music that you like; the radio station is still choosing what gets played on the air. How would this be any different from regular radio? Unless the DJs came up with some type of formula to create quotas to ensure that each genre of music is equally represented (or at least, to make sure that there is not too much of a focus on one genre of music), what is the point?

Annoying Trend Alert

Following directions can be a real challenge to the literal-minded... Maybe the instructions didn't specify which "lips" the medication was intended for. Since this was on Oprah, you just know that it will be the next big thing. (Thighs Wide Shut)

What do you get when you wear shorts and sandals in SF?

Sneers, stares, and snark (and probably a case of sneezing): I met up with my friend Mei to go for a walk on her lunch break. "You look homeless," Mei said. I had stuffed my man-legs into some black, knitted leg warmers lent to me by my girlfriend. The importance of layers in our city's mercurial weather cannot be overstressed. A maintenance van lingered an unusually long time at a Stop sign ahead. As we walked toward it, the driver and his passenger craned their necks to stare at us. "See," I said. "Yet again society casts its harsh judgment on those of us who choose to expose our lower extremities to the open-air of God's creation." Sadly, Mei often has to break down even the simplest of truths for my tiny consciousness. "No, dude, they're looking at me." "Hey, girl, you're looking good today," the driver yelled. My strictly platonic friend Mei is a foxy lady even when she's just shlumping around the house in her sweatpants. She also doesn't like being catcalled. And so, even though it's probably perpetuating all kinds of stupid gender dynamics, I put my arm around her shoulders in a protective/possessive gesture. The driver laughed. "There's no way she's your girl!" "I'm a lucky man," I replied. Glancing at my shorts and woolen knees, he replied, "Well, you'd certainly have to be."

Rising costs in the "Rockonomy"

Slate attempts to answer the question du jour (at least, my question du jour), in an article detailing "rockonomics" : Why are concert ticket prices so high? Pop stars are charging higher prices because they're realizing less income from sales of CDs and other forms of recorded music. "Only four of the top 35 income-earners made more money from recordings than from live concerts," Krueger and Connolly note. And for the top 35, "income from touring exceeded income from record sales by a ratio of 7.5 to 1 in 2002." In some ways, the rockonomy resembles the increasingly winner-take-all American economy. The rich are getting richer, and it's good to be the king or queen of pop. In 1982, the top 1 percent of artists banked 26 percent of ticket revenues; in 2003, they garnered 56 percent. And just who are the people who are shelling out extra money for concert tickets? Baby-boomers are the primary driving force behind a lot of these trends. Nostalgia-seeking, age-resisting boomers have more disposable income than youngsters, and so have more to spend on expensive tickets at the box office. Paul McCartney and the Rolling Stones topped the income-earning chart in 2002. The top 16 earners in 2002 also included 1970s-vintage draws like Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, the Eagles, Elton John, and Bruce Springsteen. On tour, Barry Manilow and Neil Diamond easily out-earn Britney Spears and Kid Rock. Higher ticket prices takes the fun away from concert-going. Instead of being able to go to a show to check out something new, people are having to virtually "invest" in the experience. Suddenly, a night out to see your favorite artist in concert is just as expensive as going on a trip. For the money that it costs to get to see some of these artists live (even artists that I really love), I would expect much more than a regular seat. I'd want something more personalized, like a serenade, a sleepover (strictly platonic, of course) with breakfast in bed... something more than just belting out overplayed tunes on stage. But of course, like any theory, "Rockonomics" is not fool proof: Rockonomics has its limits. Numbers can only tell us so much about a singer's appeal. And there are questions about the consumer behavior surrounding popular music that not even all the Beautiful Minds assembled at Princeton could begin to attack. Celine Dion, for example, outearned Rod Stewart in the rockonomics survey. Krueger and Connolly asked, "On what objective, cardinal metric is Celine Dion only slightly more talented than Rod Stewart?" Hey, the economist who can find some "objective, cardinal metric" that proves Celine Dion possesses any talent at all should be nominated for a Nobel Prize.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Wednesday Whirl

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Has the Governator Jumped the Shark?

The reality series "The Governator" and its star, Arnold Schwarzenegger, once enthralled Californians. Now it appears the show has "jumped the shark." For a leading man who thrives on the cult of personality, it's ironic his image threatens to be his undoing. Enthralled some, enraged others... Schwarzenegger may have jumped the shark during a speech in Long Beach in December, when nurses protested his proposal to reduce nurse-to-patient ratios. "Pay no attention to those voices over there," he ordered his audience. They are special interests. ... I kick their butt." [...] Now after six months of bruising battles with the nurses -- and teachers, PTA parents, firefighters, cops, college students and others who didn't exactly spring to most Californians' minds when Schwarzenegger campaigned promising to take on "special interests" -- the governor's popularity has plummeted. What exactly is a "special interest" these days? The definition seems to be evolving. According to what Schwarzenegger says, it seems to mean "anyone who doesn't agree with the governor, no matter the issue". Turn tough against sadistic celluloid villains, alien predators, railroad barons or Gray Davis, and you burnish your image as a superhero. Turn tough on nurses in soft-soled shoes and pastel surgical scrubs, and you look like a bully. And nobody likes a bully. In the movies and on tv, bullies always turn out to be the bad guy, the antagonist that the audience has been trained to dislike. In real life, bullies usually win, to the consternation of honest, upstanding, clean-living folk; so the dislike is carried over to reality. Another grandstanding bully (read: Dubya/Jeffrey Skilling of Enron/Dick Cheney, et. al) is one thing Californians don't need. The Governator needs someone to rewrite his script; whatever allure he seemed to have with the drones who voted for him seems to be wearing off. We are all being forced to live through the hangover after the recall. Like waking up the day after a bender, people are now realizing that what they thought would be a "cool thing to do" (voting for Schwarzenegger) was actually something that made no sense.

You might as well keep eating meat, if this is the best alternative

Quorn is "a new kind of food…made from a fungus called fusarium venenatum that was discovered by British scientists in a soil sample in 1967." The fungus is cultured in steel tanks and then combined with other ingredients to make simulation "meatballs," "cutlets," "tenders," and "grounds." CSPI makes much of the lowly fungal origin of Quorn, comparing it to mildew and mold and arguing that the maker confuses consumers by comparing the substance to more chic fungi like truffles and morels. This is unconvincing: Aren't moldy cheeses, fermented sausages, and wild mushrooms—which so often conceal little ants and worms—all a little gross if you think too much about how they get made? Isn't beef? How is manufactured "meat" any better for you than real meat? I can't shake the image of scraping mildew off the shower walls to make the next meal. Blech.

Law Enforcement attracted to "reverse stalking"

GPS tracking for criminals may be a cheap alternative to incarceration, but how practical is it, really? And GPS only tracks a person's movements; it doesn't prevent crime. How will GPS help in cases where someone is intent on committing a crime regardless of the surveillance? Would a GPS tracker have stopped someone like Brian Nichols?

San Francisco: City without a soul?

Gay people, sour dough bread, the Golden Gate Bridge, the famous fog, the Giants and the 49ers, Alcatraz, the Bay... the city is already equipped with numerous attractions-- soon the only people who will be able to afford it will be the tourists. Will San Francisco cease to be a real city and eventually become an "adult Disneyland", vacation mecca for well-to-do, cultured adults? Today -- albeit from my vantage point in detested Los Angeles -- San Francisco seems little more than a distant, overpriced urban amusement park. Its last great economic surge rode on the coattails of Silicon Valley's last big boom. Since then, the city has fallen off the national map as a center for the arts, culture or business. This may be because great artistic centers usually arise not from conscious promotion of bohemianism but as the result of a vibrant commercial culture and an invigorated middle class. This was true in ancient Athens, Renaissance Florence, 17th century Amsterdam, 19th century London and 20th century New York. Resort towns, no matter how well-endowed, don't do well as creative centers. Does this mean San Francisco is headed to damnation and ruination? Not in the slightest. In an increasingly suburbanized country with 300 million people, headed for 400 million by 2050, there's going to be ample demand for a unique adult Disneyland, from tourists, sojourning youths and those who, although they may not do much, can buy the best urban lifestyle money can buy. San Francisco is the city that knows how to be that. "The Ephemeral City" (SFgate)

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Life in the 30s, Lesson 1: Be proud to enjoy schmaltzy music

Sarah Dempster writes on the evolution of music tastes in The Guardian: My friend Stephen, a 29-year-old writer, thinks that developing crap taste is natural, something that happens to us all. "I don't think there's anyone who hasn't approached their 30s without thinking, 'Can I really be bothered trying to convince myself that such and such a band are any good?' There's no point." "When you're young, you devour everything you can about new music," adds 32-year-old teacher Andrew (current opinion of Phil Collins: "not entirely loathsome"). "It makes you feel like you're in control. It's about one-upmanship with your mates and inventing an identity. But when you twig what the whole thing's about, that being 'cool' is all about selling magazines and records and just generating a sense of insecurity, you realise there's no reason to continue taking part. What's the point?" The point is that there is no point. We are programmed to develop different tastes as we get older. It's as inevitable as backache and beginning to quite like the Antiques Roadshow because it's soothing and - always a clincher, this - educational. Attempting to fight the early symptoms - a growing sense of unease engendered by youthful company, irritation at noise levels in record stores and bars, whimpering confusion precipitated by CD:UK - is useless. These changes do not necessarily signify the onset of squaredom, or a decline in one's critical faculties (unless, of course, you find yourself humming along to Dido, Sting or Jamie Cullum, in which case you may consider yourself irretrievably stuffed). Ah, the validation of "old-fogeyness"... better than any Phil Collins song. And I like Phil Collins, too-- pre-1990s Phil, that is. (I guess I'm not old enough to be a complete fogey just yet).

You may be a "Twixter" if...

... you are between the ages of 18 and 29, and you actually like living with your parents: As a community of friends living at home, working wherever, having finished college or not, we see no reason to be "independent." One of our buddies actually moved out, but now lives a few blocks from his parents in a neighborhood he clearly loves. He never thought he would return, but there we were, walking over to his parents' place for Sunday brunch, while he pointed out the oldest houses in the neighborhood. Historical preservationists, lavish spenders and do-gooders, we keep the housing market cool and make sure no new condos have to be built, while dropping our income on new cars, gadgets and art projects. We party at night and work the next day -- or our parents would have a fit. Perhaps this phenomenon is really about the United States slowly becoming more like the rest of the world. In Italy (I'm part Italian) it's increasingly common for unmarried men to live with their mothers, to the ire of local population-boosters. In Japan, "parasite singles" are young women staying with their parents. They are, a recent article said, great spenders -- 100 percent disposable income, anyone?

Will "Big Pimpin" be the theme song?

The poor man's P. Diddy-- or is he the "Down and Durrty Don" (as in Trump)-- is casting about for "hungry hustlas" who are looking to make cheese to spend. I'm wondering if "Ultimate Hustler" is an all-inclusive term-- in any case, I'd love to be a fly on the wall at one of these, uh... job fairs/casting calls.

The next entry into the "Worst Idea Ever" file

Cellphone usage on flights-- this idea had to have been dreamt up by some sadistic person who owns a private jet and never has to fly with a mass of irritating strangers. Can you imagine this nightmare? Mark Morford of SFgate describes the possibilities: Because you know what I'd love right now, sitting here right next to you right at this tedious never-ending airborne moment? Why, I'd love nothing more than to listen to you whine for the next 137 minutes to your husband about how your acid reflux has been acting up again and you really think the goddamn Purple Pill ain't working and by the way how are your hemorrhoids honey maybe you should try tying a little rubber band around it to choke it off and oh sweet Jesus and we're still 10,000 feet over Oregon, and I am here, paralyzed. I can't escape. It is physically impossible to slide more than nine inches away from you and it's apparently illegal for me to spend the entire flight in the three-square-foot airplane bathroom banging my head against the wall, and there simply aren't enough little bottles of Stoli in the in-flight drink cart to turn your conversation from brain-gnawingly deadly to merely numbly sufferable. Instead of talking about "road rage", researchers will discover a new syndrome to add to the list of maladies that create variety and add spice to the human condition. Maybe they could label it "Flight Fury"... You thought it was bad when the Dockers-clad geek standing in line at Starbucks stammered like a chipmunk on meth into his Nokia to his buddy about the kick-ass pipeline throughput of the company's new server clusters? Just wait until he's sitting right next to you on a four-hour flight to New York and he can't stop saying the words "awesome CGI firepower" over and over as he yammers into the phone and it's all you can do to keep from jamming your copy of "Quiet Mind, Still Mind" into his low-tech little mouth. Sounds like pure hell. I'm surprised it hasn't been tested as a challenge to overcome on some stupid reality show, like Fear Factor or one of those MTV Real World vs. Road Rules shows. Would anyone really be willing to be strapped in like a sardine and be forced to listen to loud/obnoxious cell phone chatter? And you know that the decibel levels would have to be kicked up several notches, when you consider the difference in air pressure and all of the other droning sounds that the plane itself creates. I don't think there are too many people who could withstand that kind of torture, not even for money.

Saturday Stream (aka Link Dump)

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Who is to blame for the sad state of Pop Music?

Should we hate the playas... or should we hate the game? (Guardian UK)

The Fashion Industry's conspiracy against women

Women through the ages have griped about not being able to find clothes that fit properly. Their predicament is getting new attention as manufacturers, retailers, researchers and entrepreneurs wrestle to inject some sense into apparel sizes, the smallest of which have sunk to a mind-bendingly low 00 in some U.S. stores. Most apparel manufacturers and retailers size clothes arbitrarily, often as a competitive tool. That makes it virtually impossible to get everybody on the same page. Someone is finally admitting to the racket behind women's clothing sizes; shopping for clothes is more complicated than filling out a tax form, sometimes. I've even gone through the mind-boggling experience of trying on the same item, made by the same designer, in the same size, but different colors, and they fit completely differently. I hate shopping, though, so I just tend to memorize a number, grab it when I find something that looks halfway decent, and take it home to try it on. I'm one of those foolishly stubborn people who refuses to try things on at the store. I think trying things on at home, while it maybe be a waste of time and gas, actually saves you money in the long run, because you're more likely to take things back that you really didn't need in the first place. Plus, you can try an item with things that you already own, to see if it will fit in with the rest of your wardrobe, instead of being tempted to buy something else to match it. Someone has finally come up with a "remedy" for the problem of confusing apparel sizing systems: A Pennsylvania company called Intellifit Corp. is peddling a machine that uses radio waves to scan a woman's shape, calculate measurements and identify brands best suited to her body. Fit Technologies Inc. of Dallas says apparel makers that use its Fitlogic system can produce garments sized to suit 84% of women aged 35 to 55. Shapely Shadow uses scanners to clone real bodies to make realistic dress forms. So fastidious is its process, Foyer said, that "I now have 33 different size 8s." Such fine-tuning means retailers can better fit their target customers, she said. I saw one of these contraptions being tried out on tv the other day, and the women who were being fitted all said that the machine skewed for larger sizes. Typical women; even when we're given a machine that attempts to tell us what the correct size is for our body type, we still profess to wearing a smaller size. And what is the "typical" body size and type these days, anyway? Popular tastes dictate that the "Marilyn Monroe" body type is overweight and "plus sized", but don't most women actually have "plus sized" bodies? Apparel industry standards are geared to women with an hourglass figure, yet most women have a figure that is closer to a rectangle, according to one study. Hourglass figure: Bust and hips balanced; well-defined waist. Percent of women with this shape: 8% Rectangle figure: Little or no waist definition; underarm and hips are balanced. Percent of women with this shape: 46% Halle Berry is a rarity, indeed. "What's with Women's Clothing Sizes?" (LAT)

The War on Cars

Is driving the "new smoking"? The city is looking to bail out Muni through higher fees not only for bus riders but also for car drivers; thus the hikes to meters, tickets, and permits. City planners have also turned away from the car as the unit around which they plan the city's growth. The Bloomingdale's at Fifth and Mission is being constructed without significant parking, something that would have been unthinkable in the city's past. This in a city where, on weekends, people park on any available strip of empty space they can find, including turning lanes in the middle of the street. In a lot of places, the parking at meters is limited to 30 minutes, for a fee of $2.00, and the threat of roving meter-maids who seem to patrol each city block every 15 minutes. It's not as bad as it used to be, but it hasn't improved a great deal. During the dot com boom, people were so blood thirsty for parking, especially in residential or mixed neighborhoods, that it wasn't uncommon to hear stories of people surreptitiously calling a towing company to tow a car that was parked in a coveted spot. And as for driving, going anywhere in a car on the weekends is an exercise in frustration. I often find myself wondering just how all the people will fit in the finite space, and where they all came from to begin with. Sitting in traffic has just become a way of life here. People from LA will always say that Bay Area traffic is nothing compared to SoCal, but, really, I don't think we are anxiously trying to compete in that arena. No cars in the city? I'm all for traffic improvements and controls on fuel emissions, but most people in the Bay Area commute long distances to and from work, and not all of these places are accessible by (our often unreliable) public transport system. Many employers have decided to go with a non-traditional/flexible work schedules-- have these things been figured into the plans to decrease the traffic levels? Maybe employers can be subject to a special tax or levy for forcing employees to work odd hours. Everyone freaks out over the idea of placing a fee on driving, Coffin says, but he points to London's success with its downtown toll. Since it was enacted two years ago, congestion has been reduced 30 percent, the accident rate has fallen 5 percent, and buses have seen 60 percent fewer disruptions to service because of traffic. What has increased, however, is the number of speeding tickets being issued—because of all that unclogged London roadway to haul ass down. I remember travelling to London before when this idea was still just a proposal. On the trip back to the airport, the driver was complaining incessantly about it, saying that people would rebel against it, and that it would never pass. Now that London has survived two years of it, many other cities have adopted the model, and are growing happy with the results. But will it fly in San Francisco? Everything here is already expensive, and maybe people would be willing to pay a flat fee, instead of being subject to scenarios like this one: ... we are Sharon Schanzer, crawling through the financial district in her Mini Cooper, foraging for parking that costs less than $20 and that lasts longer than 30 minutes. "I got a ticket at one of those stupid 30-minute meters," Schanzer says with disgust while scanning Washington Street. "Who uses those anyway? There is a real hostility toward drivers in San Francisco, unless you can afford to pay tickets every day." I have developed a bad habit of forgetting to move my car on street sweeping night, but in the past 2 weeks, I haven't received a ticket. I've been wondering if they're just saving them up to give to me all at once, with the added bonus of a boot. "Road Rage" (San Francisco Magazine)

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Man about the house, on the brain, in the car, at the park...

This sounds like a cheesy romance novel in the making: There is a new man in my life, and I think it might be the real thing. He has deep brown eyes, long, dark eyelashes and a bright, white smile that breaks across his heartbreaking face whenever he sees me. At 20, he is more than a decade younger than me, but this age gap only enhances our relationship. I have never known a man so willing to satisfy my every demand. Not only this, he is happy to play with my children for hours. He does all the housework without me even asking, and he is pretty handy in the kitchen, too. I have to pinch myself: I can’t believe I’ve got this lucky. Now I know what they mean when they say God created the (male) au pair... “I am Miroslav,” he said, squeezing my hand and kissing my cheek. “I am here to help you.” Then he went to play football in the park with my son, cooked supper for the children and finished the ironing that I had not been able to face for a week. I had stepped out of Angela’s Ashes and into my very own private fantasy. (It's not yet mentioned whether a husband/father figure lives in the house; after reading this far, I'm hoping that there isn't... it would quickly change the genre from generic romance to cuckold fantasy fetish). I can’t deny the fact that I envy my baby daughter when I see him covering her cheek with kisses. Does she realise how lucky she is? Sometimes, I find myself snatching her from him and overenthusiastically covering the exact same spot on her cheek with my own kisses. I admit that I love it when he comes in from jogging and takes his shirt off, because he has a beautiful body that he doesn’t seem to mind me looking at. Maybe he works for tips as well as a salary; he's working something, that's for sure... I could not help gasping when he first showed me the scar that runs from his sternum down into his trousers. “My motorbike unzipped me,” he said laughing. “Lucky, lucky bike,” I thought, blushing furiously. Sigh... the adolescent musings of a horny woman-- I hope she's not scribbling his name over and over on cocktail napkins... I’ve even given up smoking and taken up jogging. And when I found myself trying to organise a baby-sitter so that he could come to a gig with me, I knew that he was no longer just an au pair in my eyes. Reader, I really, really fancy him. She "fancies" him-- I never would have guessed! I suppose she'll have to hire a babysitter so that she can spend more time with her "adonis" au pair. He'd make the perfect accessory when she goes out with her friends; they'll be asking to borrow him from time to time: I know I am hardly original here: falling for the au pair is so obvious. But when the au pair is a boy, the consensus among my girlfriends seems to be a resounding chorus of approval and envy. The most pressing question from my childless girlfriends is how quickly they can get an au pair of their own to come and look after them. Among my married girlfriends, my status has shot up. I am no longer the harassed single mother; my house is now the favourite destination for their children’s play dates, just so they can gawp at the sex god living here. Poor fellow; he's already had his personality erased just by being an au pair-- and now he's become his employer's latest amusement. Well, what do I know? He's probably milking this for all it's worth. "Man about the House" (Times Online)

Paris gets branded

Lola Ogunnaike of NYT reports on the metamorphosis of Paris Hilton-- from amateur porn star to reality show personality to fashion designer to author to actress. While Paris is still the butt of countless jokes (pun intended), when you add up all of the things she's managed to accomplish in such a short time, you have to at least give her credit for being ambitious and having clear goals. A sex tape might have derailed another young woman's career, but as with her idols Mr. Trump and Mr. Combs, scandal has made Ms. Hilton an even bigger name and generated publicity for her budding brand. It also generated revenue. Ms. Hilton's lawyer, Peter Lopez, confirmed that she is profiting from what is now titled "One Night in Paris." "Whenever anything happens in her life, her book sales go up," said Trish Todd, editor in chief of Touchstone/Fireside, which published "Confessions of an Heiress" (2004), the New York Times best seller that Ms. Hilton wrote with the journalist Merle Ginsberg. "When she lost her dog, book sales when up." Ms. Hilton, a book industry insider said, received more than $200,000 for "Confessions," which is in its 12th printing. Well over 100,000 copies have sold since the title arrived on shelves in September and another Hilton book is on the way, Ms. Todd said. When asked to explain her popularity, Ms. Hilton said: "I live a fantasy life. It's not a fantasy to me, because that's all I know, but a lot of people are interested." Ms. Hilton said that she consulted with her father, Rick Hilton, on all her business ventures. Mr. Hilton, whose grandfather Conrad founded the Hilton hotel company, is chairman of the Los Angeles real estate company Hilton & Hyland. What is the best career advice her dad has given her? "Never settle," Ms. Hilton said. "You can always get a lot more." But while a lot of people in Paris' position would be more than happy to live off the family name and fortune, Paris is not content to rest on her laurels; she wants to have an independent persona and portfolio. Ms. Hilton has absolutely no plans to go into the business that made her family name famous. "I can do my own hotels, so why would I work for somebody else?" she asked. "It's better for me to be in charge. I can do it, so why not?" Maybe Paris actually is the Madonna of her generation.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Tuesday Tumble

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Where are they now? Everywhere...

NYT reports on the unexpected "career" longevity of former reality TV personalities: Depending on one's perspective, life after reality television is either excessively rewarding or deserved punishment for anyone vainglorious enough to pursue fame at any cost. Having entered the public imagination for their ability to seduce, double-cross and perform often gruesome physical feats on national television, alumni of shows like "Survivor," "Joe Millionaire" and "Road Rules" are often unable to slip back into their old hometown routines. And if they were hoping that wading through swamps in a bikini might jump-start a more legitimate Hollywood career, they often find themselves waiting tables instead. So they wind up in a strange celebrity netherworld. Unable to attain creative respect, they settle for attracting onlookers, commanding fees of $500 to $30,000 for appearing at shopping centers, nightclubs, resorts, colleges or corporate conferences: appearances that reflect both a nationwide addiction to fame and the stars' earnest attempts to define themselves within its dicey limbo. In other words, they become "D-List" stars. Unfortunately, since reality shows have virtually taken over the airwaves, networks have had to adapt programming in order to capture the interest of an ever fickle viewing public. There is no official count of ex-reality-show contestants, but each television season produces a fresh crop of dozens. In Los Angeles they've already become a sizable clique, with Sunset Boulevard hangouts, poker nights and their own talent agencies. Such is their critical mass that television programmers are designing a new entertainment genre that focuses on the alumni. On May 24 Fox will unveil a 24-hour cable channel, Fox Reality, that is largely dedicated to reality reruns with commentary from ex-participants. MTV, not to be booted off the island it helped build, is working on a documentary with reality's old flames, while its partner VH1 shot a pilot this month for "Reality Rehab," which offers life-coach sessions to rascals like Jonny Fairplay from "Survivor: Pearl Islands." Fox is good at creating programming for the vapid. How bored do you have to be to watch something like that? They should call it "Reality Reel" or "Reality Rehashed". While we might want a lot of these people to move on into the void of obscurity like good little reality rejects, some find the trip filled with obstacles. Trying to go back to their old lives becomes almost impossible for some: Those who expect to return to their former lives are kidding themselves, most participants say. Darva Conger, the blond bombshell who won Fox's "Who Wants to Marry a Multimillionaire?" in February 2000, said in an interview last week that she did the show "for a free trip to Vegas" and that she never realized that marrying Rick Rockwell on national television would be so disruptive. After the show was recorded, she returned to work as an emergency room nurse but was fired in the aftermath of the show's finale when her marriage to Mr. Rockwell was revealed to be a sham. Unable to find another job and stuck with a mortgage, a dependent mother and no pay from Fox, she said she ate through her savings and cried. So, she said, she decided to play the game. Which meant that when Playboy called later that year during her desperate job search, she answered. Then, in 2002, looking for cash to wed a paramedic, the reality gravy train rolled by again: for $35,000 she agreed to appear on "Celebrity Boxing II" and take a beating from Olga Korbut, the former Olympian gymnast. "The notoriety was still there," said Ms. Conger, 39, now five months pregnant and back in school for a degree in nursing anesthesiology. "I did one show, and it paid for my wedding." It's no wonder that people like Eric Nies and Omarosa won't go away.

Living life like it's golden

No longer just for rappers and street toughs, gold teeth have gone to the girls. For prom or a day in the park, girls from the Bay Area to the Bayou to the Bronx are accessorizing their smiles. Bay Area makers of the removable mouthwear say teenage girls are the fastest-growing segment of their customer base... A decade ago, only moneyed mouths sported shiny metal. Rappers like Master P, Nelly and Snoop Dogg dropped thousands for their gold teeth. Today, grills are a multimillion-dollar business with so much competition -- from storefront shops, the Internet and a small but growing number of dentists -- that makers have dropped prices to less than $20 per tooth. There is nothing new under the sun. A fad that has traversed millenia, gold teeth have gone from the villages of the Etruscans to the juke joints of the 1930s southern countryside to the new millenium high school proms and other places around the world. It's really odd when you look at it that way, but gold teeth have been around for a very long time. Who knew that this particular "style" would still be around? The choices are endless: two, four, six teeth -- or the entire smile -- can be covered with one piece. The snap-on grills are sometimes solid, covering each tooth, or "open-face" with square cut-outs to expose the natural teeth. Fangs are popular, and so is the "iced out" look -- a grill encrusted in tiny diamonds. Customers can also etch words or symbols into their caps, and have asked for their initials, stars, their gang affiliation and even their cell phone numbers carved into their teeth. So now, a smile can convey so much more than we once thought. Tooth advertisements might be next (shuddering at the thought). "The Gold Standard of Style" (SFgate)

Google