Is That Really Appropriate?
It’s Carnival time in Rio de Janiero. And while I’m stuck layering on the sweaters in DC, all the ladies down there are putting on nothing but body paint, a headdress, and some dental floss. The government is passing out millions of free condoms to make sure everyone is safe at the party. I’m not questioning whether nudity or promiscuous sex is appropriate, that’s a discussion for another day.
What I’m talking about is a float at this hormone infested party dedicated in remembrance of Holocaust victims.
Now, what happened was awful. Yes, it should be remembered. However, there is a time and a place to talk about paying homage to the innocents lost and reminding ourselves of the awful horrors governments are capable of. For some reason, I don’t think the time or the place is next to this girl:
It’s Been a Little Over a Week
since our last baby post, so get excited!
Rumors suggest that:
in birthing news, Jennifer Lopez is delivering in Long Island. One baby or two? We shall find out soon!
in possible news, Angelina Jolie wore a brown tent as a dress this weekend fueling pregnancy with twins rumors. Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe Angelina has a sense of humor. But I doubt that.
in making baby news, Gwen Stefani is pregnant with numero dos. As if Kingston wasn’t cute enough!
Further proof that going anywhere near L.A. increases a women’s fertility one thousand fold.
Just Blame Someone Else
Lindsay Lohan’s father is a very precious, endearing man. He’s pretty much widely accepted to be one of the worst Hollywood dads in the business. He’s an alcoholic who has gone to jail and has beat up his own brother at a barbecue. And apparently, he has really good judgment too:
“I’ve been looking for the people who’ve been selling my daughter and these other kids the drugs, and come hell or high water, one day I’m going to find these guys and I’m going to expose them.”
Sorry, Michael, the only person to blame for Lindsay’s drug use is herself. And, maybe, if I’m feeling generous with the guilt trip, you. Accept the fact that your daughter’s drug problems came from her own poor judgment, your wife pimping her out as a cash cow, and you having substance problems yourself. Then you can work on these issues. When you push the blame on other people and don’t accept responsibility, you’re never gonna fix the problem. Come hell or high water.
And that’s the lesson for today, kids. Come back tomorrow to learn how to manage your time while in law school instead of blogging about what shoes a reality star purchased this weekend. Cause that’s obviously a topic I need to do some research on.
I Approve
Lauren “LC” Conrad of “The Hills” was spotted shopping at Urban Outfitters this week. Here is a photo of her perusing a pair of black sweater boots. I am going to assume this has nothing to do with the fact that I have been wearing my pair of black sweater boots non-stop since I got them after searching weeks for the perfect pair.
Sorry, kids, not a lot going on in the news this weekend.
Nothing’s Gonna Touch You
Rather than write a long post on Heath Ledger’s life accomplishments or a drawn out personal memoir to someone whom I have never known, I am going to leave you readers with one of my favorite scenes performed by Heath Ledger. While he will always be remembered for “Brokeback Mountain”, I am going to turn to one of my favorite guilty pleasures. A little scene of it immediately comes to mind whenever I hear David Bowie’s “Golden Years” and now, hopefully, always will.
It’s Game Time, Kiddies.
Amy Winehouse finally entered rehab yesterday.
How long will she last? Place your bids now! Winner gets an entire blogpost dedicated to how amazing they are.
Remember kiddies, Lindsay Lohan lasted two months in there and Britney Spears once went in and out within in a day. Oh, and we’re playing “Price is Right” style. Person who guesses the closest without going over wins. The clock is ticking.
Product Placement
Best. Potato. Chips. I. Have. Ever. Had. And we all know how much I love my junk food. Everybody, meet my new friend Kettle Brand Chips.
Freaking amazing. I’ve only had the honey mustard ones so far, but delicious. And it turns out they’re really trying hard to do good things for the environment. Taking their cooking oil to fuel their vehicles? Pretty cool.
Just wanted to spread the love.
And People Thought Vending Machines Selling Books Were Cool
Two new vending machines will begin operating for business in Los Angeles on Monday to distribute marijuana. Watch this video.
Just amazing. I thought the nutrition center I go to was the only one with a fluorescent “open” sign on the window and a Tupac poster hanging up in the waiting room!
I don’t get it. Do they really not want to be taken seriously or did CBS purposefully go out and find the least respectable medical marijuana facility in the entire state of California? Don’t get me wrong, I am not against medical marijuana or legalization in general. However, I think if there is any chance of a legalization movement for it, people need to step away from the reggae music and make a presentable case. Telling news reporters about “Wild Cherry” isn’t convincing anybody.
I Wanna Go For A Ride
For a dropout, Richard Branson has been ridiculously successful. From the Virgin stores, label, cell phone provider, and airline, his corporation has taken over the world. And now, the entrepreneur has gone to an even higher level. Higher than the skies above.
The Virgin Galactic Spaceship models were unveiled in New York this week. For $200,000 passengers will get a 2 hour long flight, including 14.5 minutes of weightlessness. Commercial flights are expected to begin in June 2009. Right in time for someone’s twenty-fourth birthday if any of you are feeling generous.
Fifty years ago my grandparents had to take a two-week long boat ride to get across the Atlantic. In a year and a half from now, people, although not the broke people like me, will be able to take a joyride into space. I can’t even begin to imagine what else is going to happen in our lifetimes. Ah, capitalism, thank you!
Just Appalling
The Westboro Baptist Church whose patrons prefer picketing funerals and veteran hospitals over doing charity work have announced plans to protest at Heath Ledger’s funeral. Not because of possible drug use, but because of his starring role in “Brokeback Mountain.” From their flier regarding these new plans:
“Heath Ledger thought it was great fun defying God Almighty and His plain word; to wit: God Hates Fags! & Fag-Enablers! Ergo, God hates the sordid, tacky bucket of slime seasoned with vomit known as ‘Brokeback Mountain’ – and He hates all persons having anything whatsoever to do with it.”
Well, guess my whole family is going to hell in a handbasket since I had seen it in theaters twice and then my sister gave the dvd to my mom as a gift for, you guessed it, Christmas. And you know what? If heaven is a place where people like that rule, I will pass on any invitation I receive and will be glad to join all homosexuals and their supporters in hell.
Here’s hoping their picket at Heath’s funeral is as successful as this one was.
