I gotta admit I wondered this too watching Kill Bill. It definitely does not pay to be a henchman.
And continuing with my debriefing, how much did the women rock in that movie? I've always liked Uma and Lucy Liu's been up there on my badass list for a while now. I even saw Ecks vs. Sever in the movie theater, man! (Shut up, it was a great action flick -- though the ending pissed me off!) The only punk woman was the Sofie character, but that was her role: plot furtherer. I gotta say I got a major kick out of Gogo. What a fucking lunatic! She was awesome! I can not believe she was born in '84. I feel so old.
A bunch of things clued me into that this article was totally bullshit: 1) It's the Post 2) Nowhere they suggest sounds remotely interesting. 3)They hated on the Olive Garden in the first line. Fuck him, the Olive Garden on 6th rocks! PrincessNella and I made the trip two weeks ago and we had a blast. Wine and other drinks, great food. (Both thumbs up on the Italian Margarita!) Gothamist agrees with me on that one. I've got to admit I get a bit of a kick out of watching Manhattan turn into a suburban strip mall. Red Lobster, Applebees, soon to come Home Depot and DSW Shoe Warehouse. When I was a kid, we had to go to Long Island, Queens or the mall for all this crap and now it's in Midtown. Hilarious!
Amusing me: Nerve's Weekend In Review:
Any woman who has spent twenty minutes crawling across a sticky bar floor looking for a dropped birth-control pill will rejoice with me upon hearing this week's news: a new male hormonal contraceptive has been developed, and reportedly it's 100% effective. The contraceptive is a combination of shots and implants which use testosterone and progestins to turn off sperm production. TWR recently mentioned this to a male friend; he got all weird and started talking about “his boys” like the sperm were very short people.Here are my two favorite things about this:
1) Greater equality in responsibility and options for contraception.
2) Fewer girls saying, “Oh, remind me to take my pill” every five minutes because they want you to know they are having sex. We'll be able to respond, "Bitch, if you can’t remember, put your boyfriend on it."
But, I'm disturbed by the mental picture of a woman taking a pill at a bar. WTF? That's pretty random. I happen to be all for the Male Pill though. If only because I can't swallow pills myself (which makes any ailment a real barrel of laughs).
Funny thread on that article about bloggers making the rounds at Plastic:
The overwhelming majority, however, are crap. Actually, they're worse than just bad diaries in a public place or public access TV soft-core porn fundraisers. The overwhelming majority fall into a few very familiar categories:Woe is me! The darkness, the loneliness. Sure, they think this is a valid means of communication, but really it's just self obsession and fashionable depression or suburban nihilist angst. Soon enough, the blogger will find someone willing to knock boots with them and they will become...
My sweetie is the sweetest sweetie and everything is roses and sunny-bears. Page after page of rambling about how wonderful their significant other is. Until they get dumped. This begins the cycle...
I have no center, just extremes. Each blog entry is either a depressing and depressed bit of self-contemplation which would be somehow better if the person were serious about putting themselves under a train or swallowing the whole bottle of pills or Life is wonderful and great and everything is amazing and I have found the secret to happiness. Which of course, leads to the next group...
I, who have been so low for so long, declare my self HEALED. The Hallelujah is optional. The blogger either finds Jesus or some truth to life and in a strange bit of self-denial and distancing one's self from themselves, suddenly decides they are healed. No, not just getting better or just moving forward. Healed. As in completely well. Suddenly they feel that they are not responsible for all their past transgressions, since those were wiped clear with the healing, of course. Now they can finally go on with their lives, but not before slipping back into the dark world they have left every once in a while when something really, really, really terrible happens, like if there's no juice in the fridge or something.
Hehe. I'll admit I am prone to extremes, but I'm trying to keep it out of the thick of things using the oh so helpful category and extended entry features. Have I mentioned lately that I love Movable Type? And actually, even in my pre-blogging web site days (I'd link it, but it's really embarassing in retrospect. Plus if you go on the old blog, you can find it easy enough), I wasn't really that gushy about Mr. Sailor or anyone else for that matter. I don't really do gushy...that much.