UPDATE: Unlike me, Boy Culture remembers the film VIVIDLY.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Revisiting 'Mean Girls'
"Mean Girls" is 10 years old today -- and while I remember seeing it, I honestly do not remember one thing about it other than it being sort of a ripoff of "Never Been Kissed" and everyone talking about how this Lindsay Lohan (whom I'd never heard of) might become as big as Hilary Duff (whom I had). Hardcore fans can visit FilmExperience blog for a smorgasbord of anniversary material, including
a whole podcast/DVD commentary (and it happens to be the last day to watch the movie on Netflix Instant Watch!) HERE, a Regina vs. Casy poll HERE, the film's best shots HERE, and a look at the depiction of "home-schooled freaks" written by someone who was home-schooled HERE!!!
UPDATE: Unlike me, Boy Culture remembers the film VIVIDLY.
UPDATE: Unlike me, Boy Culture remembers the film VIVIDLY.
Not Just a Gigolo
I must admit, I was a lot more excited about this first-person essay by a Columbia student in his school newspaper in which he reveals his secret life as a prostitute before I found out he services women. Read HERE.
Micah McCain Gets a Callback!
My friend and YouTube sensation Micah McCain is back -- once again named a critics' pick by TimeOut New York!
MICAH McCAIN returns to the stage of The Duplex Cabaret Theater, after his SOLD OUT NYC Cabaret debut: HEY GURL! and his premiere performance of B.C. with two shows added of: BROADWAY CREDITS! Why is it called BROADWAY CREDITS?...because sometimes, when you're trying to star in a Broadway show in New York, the only way to get Broadway credits on your resume, is to actually do a show called "Broadway Credits" and put that on there!. COME CHECK IT OUT. It's gonna be hysterical evenings of cocktails and Laura Benanti side-eyed exits...SET TO MUSIC!
*TWO FINAL performances:
BROADWAY CREDITS!Get tickets HERE.
May 05, 2014 7:00 p.m.
May 16, 2014 9:30 p.m.
The Duplex Cabaret Theater, 61 Christopher Street (at 7th Avenue) New York, NY 10014
Barnes & Noble: Gone by New Year’s?
More depressing news for bookstore lovers. New York Times best-selling author Michael Levin writes that if you have a Barnes & Noble gift card, you might want to use it soon:
It’s bad news for people who love books. It’s worse news for the next generation of readers, who may never experience buying a book in a bookstore. B&N has been closing about 20 stores per year since 2012 and has said it will continue to do so for the next several years. But its financial position is bleak. This follows a decades-long period of expansion, moving into neighborhoods where privately-owned bookstores thrived, destroying those stores with cut-price best-sellers, and all but owning the book business. Borders collapsed because of poor choices -- weak locations, an overemphasis on music, and, worst of all, selling off its online bookstore to Amazon for $20 million in the 1990s. Chump change, by today’s standards. So why is B&N on the ropes if it has virtually no competition today from chains or privately owned bookstores?Read HERE.
RIP: Bob Hoskins Is Dead at 71
Bob Hoskins was great in everything he was in, but he was never more lovable than opposite Cher in "Mermaids," one of the most underrated films around. You will be missed. Read his NYT obituary HERE.
Men's Mag Threeway
Watch Tom Hardly take it off HERE.
The magazine industry is struggling, but god love 'em for putting all of these handsome men out front to lure us into paying attention. Now can I admit I have never seen Tom Hardy in anything, know who Aaron Taylor-Johnson is or heard of Nylon Guys magazine?
What's Next for Michael Alig?
David Hershkovits writes for Paper magazine about the infamous Club Kid :
Imagine being at the center of the nightlife universe: you're Manhattan's biggest party promoter, the subject of conversation, cover stories and TV talk shows, the leader of a band of misfits carrying lunch boxes and looking like the love children of Minnie Pearl and Krusty the Clown. You're the very essence of what has become defined as "New York nightlife." OK. Now you've imagined the infamous Michael Alig. And then imagine that you become addicted to a range of substances and your thin grasp of reality becomes even thinner and you cross the line and you kill a friend who's also a drug dealer, cut him up and throw him in the river but go on as if nothing happened, dropping hints here and there, wanting everyone to know about your latest bad boy extravagance but also being scared of actually getting caught. And then one day body parts come floating up on Staten Island -- the remains of your friend and dealer, Angel Melendez -- and your evil deed is discovered.Keep reading HERE.
Touch and Go
Man Arrested for Sexual Assault on Traverse City Beach
Why does this story from UpNorth.com(!) sound so familiar?
Traverse City Police arrested a man who they believe was responsible for a sexual assault on the Volleyball Court Beach on West Bay yesterday. According to police, the female victim was lying on the beach when the suspect, Noah Randall, approached her from behind, asking her if she would like a "massage.".When the woman declined the offer, Randall reached down and grabbed her. He then left the area on a bicycle.
Song of the Day: 'The Tower' by Wye Oak
The most divine thing to come out of Balitmore since John Waters movies ...
Download the new album, "Shriek," HERE.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Confessions of a Tennis Fanboy
After yesterday's smokin' Slobodan Zivojinovic post, I may need to have a weekly Tennis Memories grab bag! Here's another email I got yesterday:
Ken: I had press credentials for the 1984 U.S. Claycourt Championships in Indianpolis when I was way young. It was a mixed event, and it was Sabatini's first tournament--what a stick she was. Nobody in the press room wanted to talk to her, though, after her third round loss to Lisa Bonder. I recall Zina Garrison was very nice. I fanboyed over Joanne Russell. I noticed Sukova's hot temper. Temesvari was a glamour gal, and it was noted that eventual winner Maleeva was no fan of hers. Pam Casale was a dramatic hothead. As for the men, your Bobo article reminded me of how hot he was in person. Also extremely hot to me, watching them shirtless throughout the grounds were Vilas and even Tiriac, Edmondon, eventual champ Andres Gomez (I can STILL see those tiny black short shorts and him shirtless, practicing.) Oh, the state I've worked myself into going down this memory lane.
Tennis (Magazine), Anyone?
As I move all of my magazine subscriptions to my iPad, I've been going crazy that TENNIS isn't available. So when the new issue arrived in the mail yesterday, with a shirtless Novak Djokovic on the cover pouring his heart out about his desire to conquer Roland Garros, I couldn't resist a snarky tweet about the paper it's printed on. Times are tough for magazines these day, but this stuff is so thin that the words bleed through from the other side, so I had to complain that I can barely read it anymore, even with my readers on. TENNIS immediately contacted me to let me know that the mag is in fact now available in a tablet edition, just not through the iTunes store where I was searching. Can't say I blame them -- or Out and The Advocate -- for using other third-party vendors and not letting Apple take all of their profits. So TENNIS fans rejoice: You can now subscribe -- 12 issues for $14.99 -- via Magzter by clicking HERE.
TENNIS is still in beta, as these questionable quotes show!
Panic of Fans
The Sunday London Times does Debbier right, but I'm not sure I'm ready for another full-on Blondie assault. Wasn't "Panic of Girls" just the other day?
Song of the Day: 'It's Only Love' by the Beatles
Neither John Lennon (its actual writer) nor Paul McCartney were fans -- "I always thought it was a lousy song. The lyrics were abysmal. I always hated that song," said Lennon, while McCartney explained: "Sometimes we didn't fight it if the lyric came out rather bland on some of those filler songs like 'It's Only Love.' If a lyric was really bad we'd edit it, but we weren't that fussy about it, because it's only a rock 'n' roll song. I mean, this is not literature" -- but I've always loved it. That Westville in Chelsea uses it as its hold music means I get to hear it a lot, too.
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