Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Loose Ends

  • Undressing Madea. (Jasmyne Cannick)

Sour Notes

  • Master P goes from being an inspiration to being just another statistic. (MSN)

  • Poor Ron Anthony, his career won't be going far with Ashanti's mom taking control.

Random Ruminations

  • More Sopranos? They need to put this show six feet under. (Movie Blog)

Tuesday Trivialities

  • John Travolta is working on his next flop-- not only will he be writing the script for it, but he's also planning to sing the theme song, because if you're going to set yourself up for failure, you should at least make it a notable attempt. (Movie Blog)

  • When Paris Hilton's acting coach told her that she has a "similar style" to Charlize Theron, I think he was alluding to the fact that they are both blonde and tend to wear low-cut dresses pretty often. (WWTDD)

Monday, February 27, 2006

Monday Musings

  • Shaun White proves the theory that a little fame and a lot of money can actually be better than some strategically planned plastic surgery. (DListed)

Solving the Alpha Mystery

Can a beta male maintain a solid relationship with an alpha female? Or is everything doomed to failure? Dr Linda Papadopoulos, author of The Man Manual and reader in psychology at London Metropolitan University, says the causes are simple: “When you are attracted to someone different, it’s because you need something of them in your own personality. It’s comforting to have a man who relaxes you, who says, it’s okay, it’s time to stop. But the danger is that people become polarised in relationships, we become caricatures of ourselves. She becomes an extreme version of herself, trying to achieve for both of them, while the man compensates for her overachieving neurosis by becoming even more laid-back.” ... A leftfield male novelist, who is married to a ballbreaking advertising exec, says he is comfortable having no money to offer the relationship. “I accepted long ago that I was always going to be poor. In fact, it’s nice to play the supporting role, it takes the hassle out of my life.” What does emasculate him, though, is that, “she brings pig business mannerisms home with her. When she gets in from work, she is still, metaphorically, on the phone negotiating when she is talking to me. If you are second-in-command and have relinquished control, then that’s a sacrifice that needs to be respected. This is something my wife finds hard to do. If I do anything badly, I’m criticised. If I do something to please her, the gains are too narrow. She complains that I don’t do enough, but the fact is, she does everything better than me”. Is there any hope for the Guy Ritchies and the Nick Lacheys out there? Can they survive being constantly overshadowed by their more prominent wives, or will they be crushed by the widespread opinion that they are "less than men", because their mate is in control? "Married to an Alpha" (London Times)

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Sour Notes

"Unschooling": a Kid's Wildest Dream

When these kids grow up, do they get to do this magical thing called "unwork", where they get paid to do whatever they want, and they don't have to show up if they don't want to? Welcome to the world of "unschooling" -- an educational movement where kids, not parents, not teachers, decide what they will learn that day... An extension of home-schooling, "unschooling" is when parents give their children total freedom to learn and explore whatever they choose... There are no mandatory books, no curriculum, no tests and no grades... The term "unschooling" was first coined in 1977 by John Holt, an education reformer, the founder of Holt Associates and author of the book, "Teach Your Own." Holt felt traditional home-schooling didn't go far enough. He believed parents should not duplicate schools in their homes. He favored an education more freewheeling in nature, one that depends on the child for direction. The expectation is that along the way they will get an education. "No School, No Books, No Teacher's Dirty Looks" (CNN)

Some Surprising Celebrity Secrets

  • Gwen Stefani admits that she's had only two boyfriends in her life: No Doubt band mate Tony Kanal and husband Gavin Rossdale.

  • Early in her career, Whitney Houston sang the jingle used in commercials for Bounce fabric sheets.

  • Keira Knightley was Queen Amidala's decoy in Star Wars: Episode 1 though the film was promoted as if Natalie Portman played both roles.

  • In 1993, Jessica Simpson tried out for the Mickey Mouse Club but panicked after watching Christina Aguilera audition. "I froze and forgot everything" she says. She lost out to both Christina and Britney Spears.

  • Tom Cruise admits that he still does the Risky Business underwear dance when he's at home alone. He calls it his "dance of freedom".

  • Mariah Carey was nicknamed "Mirage" in high school because she never showed up for class.

  • Comic actor Jack Black is the son of rocket scientists. His mother worked on the Hubble telescope, and his father worked on "some stuff that i can't tell you about," Jack says.

  • Paris Hilton has size 11 feet! "All those super cute shoes like Guccis and Monolos look like clown shoes on me".

  • Madonna is related to both Gwen Stefani and Celine Dion. Gwen's great aunt's mother-in-law shares the same last name as Madonna Ciccone and an ancestor of Madonna's mother was married to a distant relative of Celine's dad.

  • Heidi Klum is an avid painter and several of her works have appeared in US art magazines.

  • Both Olsen twins had to wear fake teeth during the later years of Full House because their smiles began to look different.

  • American Beauty star Thora Birch's mom acted in 21 adult films including Deep Throat under the name Carol Connors before retiring in 1993.

  • Halle Berry used to date New Kid on the Block Danny Wood. They broke up because the band thought she was a groupie.

The entire list can be found here. (ONTD)

News and Nonsense

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

It's Been a Year: The Personal Post

I've managed to keep this blog up for a whole year. I'm not as much amazed as I am worried that a whole year has gone by so fast (time flies faster as you get older). I'm afraid that one day I'll blink my eyes and 3 weeks will pass by... Anyway, I've been slacking here lately. I've just gone through a career change, which, oddly enough, leaves me with more time to blog, but I've been busy doing other things. While I probably won't be posting on a daily basis (as I did long ago), I will attempt to post several times a week. Thanks to the 3.5 people who leave comments from time to time. It's nice to know that someone out there finds this blog amusing on some days. Keeping it snarky in 2006, dParker2.0

The Blond Bond Controversy

Some people take some things way too seriously. Yes, Daniel Craig is funny looking, annoying, and has questionable acting skills... but, hasn't that been the case for most of the actors who have played James Bond? Even Pierce Brosnan got this same treatment when he became Bond. People didn't like Timothy Dalton, but they didn't want Pierce. Pierce was only chosen because the other actors who were recruited turned down the opportunity. Some people even wanted to put Sean Connery back into the role, but Sean showed us all back then that he's no Harrison Ford... You're not supposed to take James Bond seriously. He's too good to be true. A suave, sophisticated, sexy, super spy? Most real spies are not much to look at, and are quite unassuming; this is how they manage to remain successful at their trade. So, of course, 007 is a fantasy. Who knew that people would get so upset about something so frivolous?

Musical Musings

  • Profile of Rick Rubin can be found here. (Guardian UK)

Wednesday Whirl

  • Donald Trump believes that other people should take responsibility for their actions, but of course, he's above all that himself. (Defamer)

  • Did Johnny Weir drop the D from the end of his name? (Dan Renzi)

Monday, February 20, 2006

Freegans: Taking "Extra Crunchy Granola" a Step Further

Those dumpster divers that you see hanging around in the alley might not be homeless; they just might be freegans: Under the cover of night, I stealthily lift the lid of the dustbin and shine in my torch. It's below zero and my hands are shaking as I rummage inside. I'm on the hunt for food. But I'm not homeless and I could certainly afford to go to the shops if I wanted to. So, why am I doing this? Quite simply, I'm living as a freegan. Dining on food from a dustbin may have once been the preserve of tramps, but for many it is now becoming a lifestyle choice. Freeganism - a combination of the words "free" and "vegan"- is a movement whose devotees take responsibility for the impact of their consumer choices and find alternative ways of meeting their everyday needs. This includes housing, clothing and, most surprisingly, food. Around 17 million tons of food are buried in British landfill sites every year, four million of which are edible. Sometimes, disposal is the cheapest option available to the food industry. "Freegans: The Bin Scavengers" (Independent)

Monday Musings

  • NYT reports on the fashions, or lack thereof, in the Olympics.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Sour Notes

  • Even if Mick Hucknall wasn't rich, he'd still be an asshole. (Observer)

  • As if we weren't exposed to enough shitty music from the mainstream, MySpace exposes us to even more. (EBX)

The Plight of the Trophy Wife

Is this the plight of the successful golddigger? Is this what most party girls ultimately aspire to be? Being a trophy wife means signing up to a life of emotional neglect. The kind of man who wants a trophy wife is, by definition, busy making money, and only interested in what he needs to keep him fit for making more. Not only is he never around, when he is, the understanding is that he has paid not to have to listen to any of the boring details of her life (though she may cutely try on clothes for his approval). Trophy wife exists to soothe him after a stressful working day, to keep him in sleek condition and to showcase his wealth and good taste. If the boiler exploded earlier on, rich husband doesn’t want to hear about it. If trophy wife’s mother is seriously ill, rich husband doesn’t want to be bothered. The deal is that she is supportive, compliant, endlessly cheerful and pleasing to look at, and makes no demands on rich husband whatsoever, other than via his chequebook. Gastric flu in the night? Move to another floor, girl, sharpish, and make sure you shake it off before it starts to affect his life. Depression? Double the Prozac dose, and on no account let the smile slip. What's the point of being able to buy all the nice clothes and expensive jewelry you could ever want if your husband is too preoccupied with making more money to take notice? Maybe some of these women could empower themselves by following Kimora Lee Simmons's example: spend your husband's money creatively. "Hard Cash: Maybe Trophy Wives Deserve All the Money They Get Their Hands On" (London Times)

News and Nonsense

  • Has Oprah cloned herself? How could she possibly have time to do one more thing?

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Madonna Gives Up Reinvention to Rehash Her Own Past

Is it time for Madonna to retire? And I don't mean retire like Cher and Tina Turner did, by continuously touring for five years after the announcement. Judging by her performance at the Grammys, and her new/old style and music, should she just give up trying to be the top diva? Madonna used to be all about paving new ground, constantly reinventing herself to make us watch in wonder. "What is Madonna going to come up with next?" used to be the burning question. Now, it seems to be more of a question of "Why did she decide to come out with this?" In the past, the only question on our minds was "How?", now, more often, it's "Why?": ...and here she is, spinning on her head and turning up everywhere in the old leotard and fishnets combo. Granted, she looks fantastic. And we all know she works hard at it. But it seems to me that there’s something a bit desperate about the whole get-up. It looks needy and hungry for approval, and if there’s one thing we don’t imagine Madonna to be it’s needy. She was never a supplicant and yet here she is, urging us all to marvel at how fabulously hot and up to speed she is, for a woman pushing 50. Why? It’s an odd policy from someone so canny. Her natural fan base — those people who have been interested in what she was up to since the early 1980s — are no longer spring chickens themselves and are more likely to be interested in her views on childcare than in the pertness of her ass. Those who came in later may love her most recent CD, Confessions on a Dance Floor, but they’re perplexed by her hyper-teenage gyrations. My son, for example, is 13, and finds her bewildering. I was watching him watching her contortions on MTV recently and asked what he thought. “She’s old, isn’t she,” was the unflattering reply. Most of us of a certain age have seen most of there is to see on Madonna, and yes, we know she is still beautiful and sexy. Oddly enough, Madonna's decision in recent years to leave more to the imagination was actually a successful one. Yes, we still poked fun at her tweed suits, her faux-English-country-house airs, and her manufactured pseudo-posh accent, but it was something new. Newness is what made Madonna famous. Now that Madonna's current version of "newness" is akin to the concept of a "new used car", will people still continue to be fascinated with her innovations? Or will they just write her off as the next has-been? "Act Your Age Madge" (London Times)

Sunday Sundries

  • "Luxury" sex toys? Is it safe to say that "it's not how much you pay for it, but how well you use it"? (SFGate)

  • If poker can be classified as a sport, maybe dominoes can be, too. Another sport for the sedentary people out there. (LA Times)

Let Them Don their "Freedom Caps"

Again, those hideous berets for the U.S. Winter Olympics team: ...the beret has become the official headgear of American Olympians. For this we can blame Canada. Roots, a Canadian apparel company, has been outfitting our team since 2002. At that year's Salt Lake City Games, the company introduced the Roots Team U.S.A. Beret, a dowdy fleece hat with a tight-fitting brim and poufy crown. It was neither attractive nor particularly flattering. But it was a hit. After the hat debuted in the opening ceremony, the Roots boutique in Park City took in $10 million. The proprietor of a Utah flower shop called Roots got so many inquiries about the hat that she stopped picking up the phone. All told, Roots sold more than a million of the things. ...The difficulty with the beret is deciding how to wear it. Do you pull it up at the center (à la Bonnie, of Bonnie and Clyde)? Or do you wear it to the side? If so, which side, and how far over? Men sometimes tilt their berets back, but the effect can be very Che Guevara or very Joe Pantoliano—you have to know your limits. Even the men who serve in our special forces—implacable in the face of gunshots, spiders, and torture—tremble when faced with their first beret. This training manual lists the tools you'll need to break one in (stain guard, razor blade, scissors, seamstress) and common beret-wearing mistakes, such as the "Swiveled Beret," the "Pancake Beret," and the "Giant Forehead." Whichever way it's worn, the Torino beret is hideous. Why can't they just have the team wear baseball caps? How much more American can you get than that? "Wrongheaded: The Return of the Awful Olympic Beret" (Slate)

When Did the Olympics Get to be so Boring?

I remember when I was a kid, I was all into the Olympics, even watching the sports that I knew nothing about. Just the idea of the entire event and the meaning behind it was enough to get excited about. Now, though, all of it is just boring, even the (few) sports that I thought I liked. At first, I thought that maybe excitement over the Olympics might just be strictly a "kid's" thing, but then I remember that my parents would get all into it too... maybe this is one more thing that I've become jaded about. After the spirit of the competition lost its appeal, then there were those annoying personal profiles, where we got to hear about every single athlete's hard-luck story. For a long time, it seemed as though a person couldn't get a spot on an Olympic team unless they'd grown up as a starving, destitute orphan. They showed more of these profiles than they would show of the actual competitions, which is nice when you're watching a TV movie of the week, but if I wanted to see something like that, I'd watch Lifetime. After enough people complained about the "Olympics-as-a-series-of-biographical-vignettes-with-a-little-sports-coverage-thrown-in", we got to see more of the competitions, but only if Americans happened to be competing. This jingoistic coverage was odd, given that the whole point of the Olympics is to bring different countries and cultures of the world together. Now watching the Olympics was just like watching the news: we got to see the same 4 stories repeated numerous times, while the rest of the world was turning, and learning about everything else. The opening ceremony last night was -- words can't really describe it, but I think "cheesy" comes to mind. It didn't seem to be smoothly thought out. I guess I've grown used to the commentators explaining every little detail about such things, so when I was forced to watch the proceedings with no inane commentary, I thought I'd lucked out, but then I realized that maybe I actually needed the "Olympics Opening Ceremony for Dummies" to help me through the odd costumes and the confusing dance routines. I guess I'll end up watching more, if there's nothing else on. I typically keep the TV on for extra light and noise, or as my daily radiation supplement.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Blogging the Grammys 2006

The 48th Annual Grammys was actually a better show than I've seen in recent years. Although we had to wait two hours for things to finally get interesting, it wasn't as bad as some of the ceremonies have been. The broadcast was performance-heavy, which was a good idea; after so many acceptance speeches, the mind starts to wander, and the fingers start to tingle with an urge to change the channel. Some of the more hyped performances fell flat, while others were surprisingly good. It was a long night, but I managed to stay awake through the whole show. Madonna/Gorillaz/De la Soul "Don't believe the hype"... Madonna's performance was boring. The Gorillaz were more entertaining, and they sounded better. Madonna didn't actually start singing until halfway through the song, when she finally began to huff and puff along with the backing track. I kept wishing that the performance had been limited to De La Soul and the Gorillaz. Alicia Keys/Stevie Wonder They did an a capella version of "Higher Ground", which was actually nice. Alicia was overly deferrential in an annoying way, calling Stevie, "Mr. Wonder" (which sounded jarring every time she said it), but Stevie was good humored enough to tease her when she tried to play a few notes through his harmonica, "Don't you put no spit in my harmonica, girl!" Coldplay ...Yawn... John Legend He performed "Ordinary People", and really sounded much better than usual. I guessed that he might have been taking voice lessons, because the horrible raspiness of his that makes him sound like he drinks a 5th of vodka every day was kept to a minimum. U2 and Mary J. Blige U2 performed "Vertigo" and then Mary J. came out to duet on "One", which is my favorite U2 song. I'd been really interested in hearing the combination, but I was sorely disappointed. Mary did her trademark growling and screaming, and totally ruined the song. Maybe if she'd sung it alone it wouldn't have been so bad, but with Bono singing wonderfully beside her, the screaming just did not work. Mariah I've finally come to the conclusion that Mariah needs to warm up before she starts to sound good-- and I mean during the performance, and not before-- She started with "We Belong Together", which sounded awful (her backup singers had to take over for her), but she finally came into her own for her next selection, a gospel number, where she brought the house down. And thankfully, she was completely covered up (even her cleavage was covered by her hair extensions). Maybe Mariah should always travel with a church group, to save us from seeing all of her naughty bits... The Sly Stone Tribute I never thought that I'd ever see so many people that I absolutely hate onstage together all at the same time. Joss Stone, John Legend, Fantasia, Will I. Am... thank goodness someone had the good sense not to have all of these people singing at the same time. Joss Stone, John Legend, and Van Hunt sang together (how did Van Hunt get invited?)... Adam Levine looked like he felt sorry for Ciara as he watched her make some squeaky noises in the microphone. I think she gave up trying to sing at one point, and just stood there looking at Adam and the others... she was obviously clueless to what was going on... some guy named Randy Lima had the challenge of not straining his vocal chords while trying to yell through all of Fantasia's squawking... Randy Jackson from American Idol, Robert Rudolph, and Patrice Rushen were in the band... Aerosmith joined in, too... all of this before someone pulled Sly out of his sarcophagus and let him come out for a few minutes to sing two bars and play a little keyboard (in his platinum blond mohawk)... Sly soon left the rest to continue making noise by themselves. Jay-Z/Linkin Park/Paul McCartney It sounds odd, but this was one of the best performances of the night. I was surprised how well "Encore" actually mixed with the Beatles' "Yesterday". And the two younger artists held their own with Paul; you'd have thought that the end would have been all about Paul, but it was a nice blend. Kanye West/Jamie Foxx This performance of "Golddigger" had to be seen to be believed. Kanye and Jamie did a whole marching band/School Daze meets Drumline type of spoof, and oddly enough, it worked. It was campy, but very entertaining, especially the step sequences from the "Golddiggers" sorority and the "Broke Phi Broke" fraternity. Herbie Hancock and Christina Aguilera Christina proved what I've been saying all along: she makes beautiful music with the right people. All she needs is a stylist, and the right producers, and she could be another Mariah. The rest of the show was pretty ho-hum, but that was to be expected. I don't know anyone who could stay riveted to one show for 3+ hours. And with the addition of the preshows (anyone who watched the one on E! now knows for certain that Ryan Seacrest is an idiot), it would take a lot of dedication to sit through the whole thing (without the advantage of TiVo). Here is a complete list of the nominees and the winners.

Random Ruminations

  • A neat man trap game that could also work as a means of binding and gagging any man you want to shag snag. (Gawker)

News and Nonsense

  • This is why some celebrities shy away from their fans... (A Socialite's Life)

  • Typecasting pays the rent, at least, for Kim Cattrall, it does. (BWE)

  • Ha. (Adrants)

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