I wrote a long schpeal on Pauline Kael (former film critic for The New Yorker) and all the jumbled thoughts that Kill Bill Vol. 1 inspired, but my wireless internet cut out again and it disappeared into cyberspace. The meaning of life was in there, believe me.
We had a little news board where we posted up random wellness-related stuff, and one of the last articles to go up had to do with Extreme Makeover -- how it raised the expectations of viewers to unrealistic proportions, normalised plastic surgery, promoted a homogeneous aesthetic ideal, etc. But surfing channels at 11 PM tonight, I'm wondeirng if What Not to Wear should have been included in that article. These guys are cruel! Describing a long plaid skirt as "looking like you were attacked by a tablecloth from a very untrendy Irish bar" goes beyond what I would expect even from late-night TV, and the fact that all these contestants were nominated by their friends -- well, with friends like these, who needs fashionistas?
Part of this might be the typical post-haircut angst that hits anyone who doesn't have the resouces to hire a Vidal Sassoon. Give me a week, and I'll figure out something novel to do with gel and a hair dryer; until then, please consider my head a work in progress.
Oh my. David Duchovny is not only alive, but still making movies.
We had a little news board where we posted up random wellness-related stuff, and one of the last articles to go up had to do with Extreme Makeover -- how it raised the expectations of viewers to unrealistic proportions, normalised plastic surgery, promoted a homogeneous aesthetic ideal, etc. But surfing channels at 11 PM tonight, I'm wondeirng if What Not to Wear should have been included in that article. These guys are cruel! Describing a long plaid skirt as "looking like you were attacked by a tablecloth from a very untrendy Irish bar" goes beyond what I would expect even from late-night TV, and the fact that all these contestants were nominated by their friends -- well, with friends like these, who needs fashionistas?
Part of this might be the typical post-haircut angst that hits anyone who doesn't have the resouces to hire a Vidal Sassoon. Give me a week, and I'll figure out something novel to do with gel and a hair dryer; until then, please consider my head a work in progress.
Oh my. David Duchovny is not only alive, but still making movies.
