lauren bacall in a delightful scene from applause. welcome to a greenwich village gay bar circa 1970! they'd all have camel toe if it weren't for the dance belts. yes, this is the number that lypsinka performed in the wigstock movie.
hurricane is the first grace jones cd in almost 20 years. it's currently available on import. as a bonus, you can get the album without having her actually coming into your house and taking a swing at you, as she has been known to do on occasion. what matters is she's back! i'd say "she's never left" but she kinda had. here's the hypnotic track william's blood and the dizzifying electrifying vid for corporate cannibal.
not even the clear need for a saturday night live cast member (who's not a guy) to play the hopefully somehow humorous in sketches michelle obama can make lorne michaels cast a woman of color. enter michaela watkins and abby elliott, announced as replacements for the now mommy and departed amy poehler. what, lorne, did you earn diversity points by having maya rudolph on for so long? well she's gone too and i swear i'm over this. i guess obama diversity power only extends so far, and this after snl profiting so much from the election process. sickening. wonder how you'll pull off the michelle obama gets a tour of the white house by laura bush sketch now? oh right, you just won't have one.
this harried businesswoman was walking fast toward the elevator i was occupying. she creeped me out in a hey she looks like one of those rare fascist librarians who is pro-censorship kind of way. i pressed the close door button but it didn't close fast enough so she got on, immediately thanking me for holding the elevator because all she saw was my pushing a button. she didn't know which button. i made it to my floor but i stand by my decision. this city is getting too crowded and people i'm in tight quarters with are nowhere near cute enough lately. the city is turning metaphorically beige. it was already fleece. now it's beige fleece. it doesn't at all look the opening credits to juno. not at all.