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Category Archives: the thoughtful spot

more like “publicity stunt 100″. yeah, I said it!

Look, Maxim, far be it from ME to claim to be better at creating a misogynistic and opportunistic list of hot women based solely on an algorithm that looks something like: (actual attractiveness) x (projected gross of upcoming movie) + (how much their publicist paid you), but when will Olivia Munn get her rightful place [...]

file under: oenophile

I am not one to use the term “TMI” lightly, or, really, at all, but this may actually be a case when the phrase is decidedly apt. Not because the following information reveals too much about my private life, but because it is a truth which, before one experiences one simply does not believe, and, [...]

Now THIS is what I’m TALKING about!

Of course, only in an alternate universe does the funny girl really get the cover by shitting out a chicken. It’s like Tina Fey reads my blog…or my MIND!

Really!? Redux

Again? Because, really, by the look of this cover, it appears that “sexy” is, in fact, the new “sexy”, regardless of how “funny” Ana Faris is.

Really!?

…because I didn’t know that one of Michaela Watkins’ talents was doing a retro burlesque show as Rebecca De Mornay from “Risky Business”. It’s such a relief to see a female comedian earn respect (and a magazine cover) for her talent rather than her ability to wear fishnets. You go, girl!

really? her?

So, according to my sources (thanks, mirth), people are somehow finding a way to make this video a topic of feminist discussion. Um…really? I mean, it’s a pop song…with a catchy beat…and an innocuous, anti-”why buy the cow” sort of theme. I mean, would it be more pro-feminist if the chorus were “I choose to [...]

someone should tell them…

…that they are engaging in misleading branding…unless Kate Winslet is their spokeswoman…

really? jeans? today?

Is it too much to ask Sarah Palin to get dressed up a little to go vote for herself for Vice President of the United States of America? I mean, she doesn’t have to wear the fancy Neiman’s stuff the RNC bought for her, but, like, maybe a pair of Favorite Fit crepe wool pants [...]

…you’re just cheating yourself

What happens when David Foster Wallace dies, and your husband starts reading everything he ever wrote, which leads him to browse random high-quality magazines’ online editions trolling for the dead author’s work? What happens is that articles about lobsters and “Roger Federer as Religious Experience” start showing up, duplex, on your bathroom floor. Well, this [...]

fun with grammar

I think this will be my lesson plan for Monday. Thanks, yoblo.