Archive for January 16, 2008

Gay Sex and the Failure Forest

as you all probably know, there are few things i enjoy more than ranting about things i have limited information about. it makes the rant far more belligerent and ill-advised, two concepts upon which i believe humor might just be based.

anyway, today my subject of choice is the new series set to air on NBC called “lipstick jungle” (preview video behind the cut at the end of the post). it is based on a book by the author of “sex and the city,” which, as we all know, is tv legend, in a way. to understand where i am going with this, you must first understand my feelings on “sex and the city.”

SATC, in my opinion, was an extraordinarily offensive television show. it is, however, tolerable to me for only 3 reasons.

1) it is a classic. much like a time-honored racist, sexist story we still read/show to our children (disney’s peter pan, for example), it will continue to be adored and accepted by many even after the advancement of women makes shows of its variety a small blip in our feminist history (am i being wishful?)

2) despite the deplorability of some of the characters (more later) the choice of actors and their performances were phenomenal.

3) for the love of bloody hell, i cannot tear my eyes away when it’s on!!!!

a) the clothes! the shoes! good or bad, the parade of fine fashions is addicting.
b) the breasts. the naked breasts.
c) for a show about straight ladies, it could not have been any GAYER.
d) the poorly-written dialogue they give the carrie character is super funny, between cringes.
e) sometimes… it just speaks to me.

look, i love that show as much as the next girl, i’ll admit it. the problem is, that love came only after i could get over the fact that, at least the carrie character, is totally demeaning and insulting to intelligent women everywhere and that the show’s stylists were simply never going to stop putting her in belly shirts, no matter what the mandates of fashion prescribe.

Satcas we all sit in anticipation of the “sex and the city” movie, we are offered “lipstick jungle” to chew on for the time being. here is my problem: i can already tell this is going to suck. first of all, it’s on network television, which means NO BOOBIES. lame. secondly, at least from the ads, there does not appear to really be a “quirky” carrie-like character. for all her bad dialogue and penchant for falling in love with her abusers, carrie was the heart and soul of that show. if not for her neurotic asides, then for her kooky hats and bags. by god, without her it would have just been a soap opera about a pointy-nosed prude/ho with daddy issues, an inexplicably misanthropic closeted lesbian with bad hair, and an older broad with a bangin’ body who would do it with just about anyone… wait, that show still sounds good! that’s my point, i guess. the characters were probably well-written in the first place (i dunno, i never read the book. this is the part where i don’t know what i’m talking about), but also, you can really tell how much the actors brought to the table. the casting choices for carrie, charlotte, miranda, and samantha were fucking awesome. i honestly feel like so much has changed in the industry (for the worse) since that show began, that, if it were to be casted today, there might be much less-interesting types of women in those roles, and that would be sad.

i am sick and tired of watching shows on tv about women where the women look exactly the same. it is boring. the other night i was watching “law and order: svu” aka my reason for owning a tv, and there were not one but TWO female actors in the episode with very obvious, hideous plastic surgery (not as part of the plot). wtf? are kids now going to grow up thinking that’s simply what women all look like? essentially, white ladies who look like they have been repeatedly dried-out and then re-hydrated like a soaked raisin? this is terrifying. i know tv is all about entertainment, but i don’t think it’s too much to ask to see some real people on there. not even reality shows have real people on them except for “the biggest loser” and those people are dying to change. not that there is anything wrong with being thin and white, but good heavens, give us options! and no more frightfaced, botoxed bitches!

Lipstickjungle_4oh, and by “options” i don’t mean the one that looks kinda asian-y on “lipstick jungle.” back to my point, i am dreading this show. it looks like such a boring mess with boring clothes and formulaic story lines about giving good blow jobs. obviously the simple solution is not to watch, but a combination of morbid curiosity and a real passion for self-inflicted punishment will certainly lead me to check it out. i read an article in one of the gossip magazines about how this is only one of THREE new shows coming out soon with a similar theme: wealthy “power” women shopping at saks and looking for love in the big city. i don’t know how much more of this i can handle. when are they going to make a show about women like me? middle-class fuck-ups who hunt thrift racks by day, haunt gay bars by night, and give great blow jobs to dildos.

WHEN? you know you’d watch.

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quick note

hey guys, sorry for my absence this week so far, but i’m REALLY sick. i should probably go to the doctor, but instead i have been watching lots of law and order on cable and having lots of sex. at least i’ve been staying in.

anyway, i can’t guarantee it will be any good, but by 4 pm tomorrow there will be a real post here. just wanted to give the morning readers a heads up.

I’M NOT DEAD. yet.

here’s a video as posted on Dlisted. it’s my new fav gossip site. it’s like perez hilton if he was funny.

rita pavone, italian rock star from the 60s/70s. i’m obsessed with her. i want to get my record player working and obsessively collect her vinyl on ebay.

 

rule #10

never answer your cell phone at 9:30 a.m. because it may be your mother calling to oh-so-casually inform you that your much older half-sister you haven’t seen in twenty-some years called to say she’s living in l.a. and wants to see you.

oh, guess what, your father who disappeared when you were three years old died a long time ago, but he totally had two of your pictures in his wallet when he died. your half-sister found and saved them.

anyway, she just wanted to let you know.

for some reason, you will feel too embarrassed to cry while your mother is still on the line. you will sarcastically thank her for the 411 and say goodbye. afterwards, you will lay in bed, your face achy and wet with tears, and it will just be really annoying that you can’t get back to sleep.

clandestine cow

soooo… i know i promised to write every day this week, but instead of writing tonight i went out and got hammered. but it wasn’t my fault! i only had two beers, but i haven’t really eaten in days. i am too broke to afford to buy food and, despite what one might think “moving back home” entails, it does not involve one single meal at my mother’s house. the woman does not buy food!

not that i deserve to eat. and i don’t mean that in the genuine anorexia way, i mean that in the holy fucking shit i am, like, 300 pounds way. i saw an ad on the… i don’t remember something educational channel… for this show with this guy on it who dresses up as different animals to fool them and joins them in the wild. the most recent installment is called “dangerous encounters: undercover hippo.”

a) hilarious.
b) perfectly describes my life from the time i lost a bunch of weight up until now.

the fact is, i will always be a hippo, no matter how much weight i ever lose. wait, to be clear, i mean hippo Dangerousencounters3_undercoverhippas in fatty, not as in highly aggressive, semi-aquatic mammal who kills more people in africa each year than any other animal. anyway, i definitely have this deep connection to being a fat girl. i think being fat has enriched my life in numerous ways and taught me many lessons, although often painful. the thing is, i don’t want to be as fat as i am right now. i am self-conscious all the time about my body, even around joe, who loves the way i look. i certainly wish i could learn to love myself no matter what, but i fear that may be a pipe dream, and i have not a pipe to smoke in, at this point.

which leads us to the future, my new project i have yet to give a clever name to. i fully intend upon publicly humiliating myself as much as possible, which should be fun for all of you guys, at the very least.

more to come. for now, goodnight!

good morning, i mean.

supplement

alright, let me be frank, i need to write this fast. the reason for that is that ever since i was a small child, despite being otherwise mild-mannered and compliant, i will get in these moods where everything starts to irritate me and i literally want to DESTROY EVERYTHING IN MY PATH. it could be the smallest thing! for example, right now it’s my glasses, which i have been forced to wear since i lost my last pair of contacts halfway through the trip to portland. my nose has finally had it. it feels like these things are constructed of barbed wire. i just want to rip them off, crush them, and set them ablaze. my laptop is also bothering me. the wrist rest area feels like it is actually slitting my wrists… my skin is crawling… i hate everything. ugh.

okay, not i am tuoing without my classes on. what do you thin?

nevermind, i put them back on.

i don’t have much to say except it’s really starting to get on my nerves that just because i am in a relationship half of my friends never call me anymore or invite me places. I AM NOT IN A BORING COUPLE. yes, we spend a lot of time together, but we are also trying to spend some healthy time apart and i have many of my own interests. i am determined not to become completely and utterly boring just because i am in love. my friend amy caron always says “i like you and joe because you are a couple, but you’re not boring. you still hang out.” apparently, no one else sees it that way. it’s not like we sit around nude on a bear skin rug playing board games and popping each others’ zits. WE ARE EXCITING. on the other side of the coin, what’s so fun about being single? okay, i admit it: i had a lot of fun being single and if, for some fucked up reason, i should find myself being single again there is no doubt in my mind that i will be fierce as ever at it. i am pretty good at entertaining myself because more often than not, i make myself the entertainment. however, i am also a very lonely person naturally, who hides behind a lot of jokes and booze, and i should think that my friends would be happy that i have met someone who makes me feel like my chest is made of pop rocks and soda (in a good way). i just don’t feel like they are sometimes, and it makes me feel bad.

i need to get out of the house. i spent all day inside today watching tv and doing online work for my boss in a pink robe, which basically means that a) i have achieved my greatest dream, and b) i am going fucking insane! i need to get another part time job that gets me out of the house.

the beauty of living in san gabriel is that i never have to worry about random friends stopping by and catching me in my pjs, the night sky is huge and forgiving, and the train whistle’s lonely wail is strangely comforting. the problem is, this is way to close to home to feel nostalgic. it’s way too close to home to be where i live.

to make matters worse, i am pmsing hard. i nearly started crying when i read about lily allen’s miscarriage the other day, and i took the news of heath ledger’s death today especially hard. don’t get me wrong, both of these things suck really really bad, but i normally don’t get misty over celeb news.

i don’t know, i guess i am just looking for something to occupy my mind right now. for a while, hunting ebay for a replacement for my long-lost black jacket was doing the trick, but i have even lost interest in that.

send any ideas my way, along with a steak. i think i need more iron in my diet.

why try #1

i know, i know, i really want to post the pictures of my hot portland friends as much as you want to see them (as well as the most amazing hairstyle ever witnessed in a bar ever), but as i mentioned before, joe is insistent upon “privacy” and refuses to let me use his unedited image. i have talked him down from a full-on superimposed cartoon head to a black band over his eyes, but i have no idea/time to go over all the pics just now. i am annoyed that you all don’t get to see how adorable joe is. seriously, he’s exactly my type, it makes me want to cry sometimes.

anyhoo, instead for you, i have a list! this one’s called “WHY?!?! or TRY!

WHY?!?! do some people have almost no bottom eyelashes?Dayprek4 i’m not trying to sound like a bigot, but this is one of those physical traits that makes me feel generally uneasy. sometimes it seems like they even line the bottom lower-lid with white to make it more intense. add this to the list of reasons i hate emmy rossum. the only people who could get away with this look are burn victims, and honestly there are a lot of looks i’m sure they could rock that none of us would argue with. for the love of jesus, wear lower lash mascara! and if, for some reason, you have no lashes there, that’s what falsies are for. and eyeliner. and sunglasses.

TRY! water. Water the fact is that i have consumed at least four different liquids today and none of them have been clear. i have found that if i go all day without drinking water, i forget how delicious it actually is. maybe the san gabriel tap water is just spiked with msg or something, but i have gulped down three glasses in the last five minutes and i don’t wanna stop! am i going to get sick? does tap water cause alzheimer’s?

WHY?!?! must there be chin hairs? oh rancorous injustice! when i am in the arms of Beardmy sweet lover joe, i look upon his soft face only to see six long, thriving chin hairs. welcome ones. ones that despite my verbal and physical protests, he will not let me remove! it’s not that i mind the chin hairs, not at all, it’s just that i can’t stand the fact that this person walks around day by day with a face as smooth as cupid’s ass except for six (three on each side) swaying catfish whiskers that seem to mock me, while i, his sweet, feminine flower of a girlfriend, have to accept the fact that i now possess pretty much a full beard if i don’t pluck every other day. SAD.

TRY! breathe right strips. Breathe_right_clear_2they really work against snoring. i PERSONALLY do not snore (not much, i mean. i don’t think so. shut up!), but joe does and it drives me insane. these things seem to really work… kind of. it’s hit or miss, but it definitely lowers the volume. thanks GlaxoSmithKline Corp, for saving my relationship!

WHY?!?! do i kiss with my eyes open? i have been observing this behavior in myself for some time now, and it is official, i definitely have my eyes open more often than closed when i make out. that’s creepy, right? i mean, for the person i’m kissing. seriously, does anyone know some scientific reason for this? am i a freak?

TRY! listening to the old saying “it happens when you least expect it.” i have found that it’s true, at least in the cases of finding true love or getting mild alcohol poisoning. next i’m going to see if it’s true that “a penny saved is a penny earned” … literally, with pennies. that’s all i got.

WHY?!?! have i been to the pringles website already and it’s only the first month Pringlespickle_2of 2008? well, it’s because we were in portland, oregon and i had to have these dill pickle flavored potato chips you could only get up there, but the brand didn’t make them anymore. luckily, i spotted a new variety of pringles, PRINGLES EXTREME, while out late one night at the plaid pantry convenience store. i looked it up online and sure enough, the flavor “screamin’ dill pickle” was for real. i got them the next night and they were seriously so gross i had to eat them all to fully accept that fact.

well, i guess that’s all i have to say right now. i am trying to force myself to write every day this week, even though all i want to do is cuddle up with you know who and sleep this rainy weather away. i hate the rain. spring better be worth it!

the ‘ginal frontier

okay, i’m not trying to turn this into a sex blog, but in the next few posts i may have a few things to get off my chest.

the first is the subject of labiaplasty. if you will remember, i wrote a post about this surgery a long time ago. to this day, i get loads of google hits from people either looking for more info about getting the surgery, or people who want to see pics of women with “huge labia naked.” good times. basically, it entails having the inner (more commonly) or outer labia reduced in size surgically. it is one of the fastest-growing types of plastic surgery. this is a complicated subject for me because sometimes i go insane and think of all the different plastic surgeries i “need”, so at this point it’s kind of like, “okay, okay, i’ll have one of those too!” but… well, i think this one is the most misogynistic of all. i have read accounts of women having it because their labia are so large it is painful during sex or to ride a bike or whatever, but i have also read that that is extremely uncommon and most of the labiaplasty surgeries being performed today are for cosmetics reasons.

i caught the last 2/3rds of an episode of dr. 90210 the other day where he was Microkiniperforming this surgery on a girl who supposedly had the former problem. but then, after, she kept saying something like, “i’m going to feel so confident with the way i look” and “now i can wear a bikini at the beach.” okay, what? i am fat, so i never shop for swimwear, but i say unless you are rocking the stylish number to the right (which i’m pretty sure is only legal in florida due to the laws of good taste in other states), there would never be the chance of an “inner-lip slip.” she would seriously have to have dumbo wings down there, and the doctor showed the detached skin pieces during the surgery and they were not THAT huge!

which brings me to my side point of why can they show pieces of labia on tv and not labia on a woman? also, in that same episode of dr. 90210 another doctor was performing top surgery on a transman (female to male). he was showing him before and after photos on the computer and the pictures of the guy’s chests before surgery, with female breasts, were blurred, but the ones post-surgery were not. i don’t know… it just got me thinking. everyone knows you can show a man’s chest on tv and not a woman’s, but i forgot why. decency? and what makes a man’s chest a man’s chest? surgery? hormones? and then it is suddenly “decent”? i am not meaning to be transphobic here, because i am fully behind the fact that a transman is 100% a man, but i really would like to know what makes his body more decent than mine, regardless of which chromosomes he was born with.

anyhoo, some speculate that the real reason labiaplasty is spreading like wildfire, as well as vaginal rejuvenation, and other surgeries that create “designer vaginas,” is that porn has become so mainstream, therefore women suddenly have more pictures to compare themselves to. these pictures, however, depict most often an “ideal” that the majority of women don’t live up to, namely tiny or non-existent labia. studies have even shown, however, that many men (should you care what they think. i personally do not.) actually prefer larger labia. my google hits are certainly an Realhousewivesexample of that! don’t tell this to the women who are flocking to have this procedure done, though. this makes me sad. the real reason i love plastic surgery so much is because sometimes it can be SO FUNNY, like the terrifying freaky Courtney_love_now_1147941283monsterface ladies on “the real housewives of orange county,” a host of people who are actually famous for a reason, and half the women that used to come into the salon i worked at. man, that shit is hi.lar.ious! i guess, in many ways, this is a societal problem as well, but i like to think that unnecessary plastic surgeries, the chiseled noses, taught-skinned faces, and shiny balloon animal lips, are a present that god (or whomever) gave to those of us who have any perception of reality what-so-ever to look at and giggle. it doesn’t help any of us at all, though, for ladies to be going around messing with the perfection that is the pussy. that is just not funny at all!

so, you are probably thinking, “amanda, if you are so disturbed by all of these google hits re: labiaplasty, why are you writing about it again?” WELL, the reason is before i was a tiny bit ambivalent about it, but i Cuntcoloringbook_2would like to let it be known hereafter that i absolutely denounce this surgery unless it is a serious, painful case. if you landed here on my blog because you are curious to know if you look normal, get yourself a copy of the cunt coloring book, some colored pencils, a case of beer, rent some real lesbian porn (mostly boooooring sex scenes, but realistic bodies), and invite over your friends. you don’t have to bring hand mirrors a la the 70s, but talk about it, and you will most definitely learn a lot about what “normal” looks like.

because i’m a lady

can you guess what i want for valentine’s day? it’s pink!


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the tantus beginners ball gag.

must… resist… titling this post… “dick in a box”…

sometimes i look at my life and realize that it has spun so far out of my control that not even traditional tools of self-punishment (i.e. eating my feelings, cutting, pushing away those who love me) can bring it back into my control. in these times, i begin to doubt every last small spark of good i see in myself, every time i have been able to look in the mirror, on the page, or at my fat little brown hands and think “hey, amanda, not too shabby!”

then something good will finally happen, i’ll have a good night, or i will just get the most brilliant idea ever. for example:

i have been thinking of what could be a clever solution to contain joe’s and my ever-growing collection of sex toys. quite frankly, the overflowing vans shoe box next to his bed just isn’t doing it for me anymore. um, and can you say, “wtf, why is my dildo covered in cat hair?!?!” NOT CUTE. thank god you can boil silicone. ANYWAYS, tonight as i was perusing the internets while i probably should have been… oh wait, i have no purpose in life… whatever, i’m a genius, check it out!

 

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the most amazing dildo box EVER!

 

yes, friends, i am a true visionary. you can thank me for this idea later. i would like to thank the dear folks at tantus for creating my new pink bff “the charmer,” to everyone over at the container store for making a ten-inch high, oddly industrial/bondage-looking (except for the white, but i would decorate it, wouldn’t you?) stemware storage case that to a creative mind, such as my own, is SO OBVIOUSLY A COCK BOX, and finally, i give thanks to long, pointless, lonely nights of self-loathing, which so often turn to ones of self-discovery. provided one is sober. which i am. just fyi. also, to any of you questioning whether ten inches high and 3.25 square inches wide is large enough to contain your dildos, well, you’re a bigger man than me, i say. or, like, technically deeper and wider, i guess. um… yikes.

your daily fierceness

yesterday joe was like “fierce is your favorite word now” but what he doesn’t know is that i already used to say fierce all the time, it has just been revived by project runway’s christian siriano, who is my favorite gay man alive right now!

i can’t necessarily pick him as the winner because he is so young, and that has been a problem on past seasons, but i LOVE him because he makes fabulous clothes (except that weird 80s thing for SJP), is beautiful, hilarious, and has coined my new fav expression, “ferosh”!!! joe is not pleased.

anyways, here is the video for “2 hearts” by kylie minogue. i probably already posted it, but it’s that fierce:

and just because this is an obvious lazy video post:

do you remember her? it’s robyn who sang “show me love” and “do you know (what it takes to love me)”, both of which were great songs, in my opinion, but apparently her record company screwed her over and none of what she did back then was what she wanted to do, etc etc. well, a year or so ago she came out with this album of pretty awesome electro-pop that has earned her a whole new fan base all over europe. ARE YOU LISTENING BRITNEY? anyway, i love this video and song because they are funny without being annoyingly gimmicky and also i just generally love the swedes. i don’t know if it has to do with having an open society or whatever, but in sweden a) they make really good pop music, and b) both the straight women and straight men there can go around looking like big lesbians if they want and no one gives them a hard time. i think this makes them a more attractive people as a whole.

just saying.

anyways, if you like you should also check out robyn’s video for “be mine” on youtube. it’s cool and the song is really good.

finally, two addenda to the previous post: first off, i don’t think it was clear, but i LOVE britney’s old singles, and really enjoy both “gimme more” and “piece of me.” i just wish she was living up to her full delicious cheese potential. it’s a shame to see her taking herself so seriously/making a mockery of herself in the same breath. sad. also, let me just say, i do think the girl from paramour paramore has a great set of pipes and i can even see her going the distance. my cousin posted an acoustic version of “misery business” on my myspace and you can tell she can really sing, if she ever decides to stop that annoying stop-start falsetto thing all these crappy emopoppunk shit bands do. I HATE THAT WAY OF SINGING! anyway, “misery business” is officially my guilty pleasure of the month. throw me to the wolves!