This Greatest Recession of all time has NO HEART! NO MERCY! NO LOVE FOR THE ARTS! After 30 years in operation, the New York City Gay Men’s Choir may have to shut down…here are the details. Please don’t go NYC Gay Mens Choir!
For as long as I can remember, I’ve liked guys who are 26. From the age of 13 when I was jail bait and to my grave, that’s just what I’ve been attracted to and will always be attracted to. I feel like Wooderson from Dazed and Confused, “I get older, they stay the same age”. I’ll come out of the closet…I’m a cougar. I may not count as a cougar yet in years but recognizing the fact that I will always love 26 year old men means I know I’m going to be one…sooner rather than later. Totes. Frankly, the whole “cougar” name thing is bullshit. Dudes of all ages have been loving on young ladies FOR ALL OF HISTORY and don’t get called names. Why is it always the lady folk who get the ugly nicknames and have to parade around town wearing the scarlet letter? If a young lady goes after an older grandpa with some sheckles to spare, she gets called a gold digger…but if a dude goes after a grandma who’s a ringer for Demi Moore, he’s doing the community a service and gets high-fives from his fellow dudes. Ladies, I am NOT hating. And if you’re a young menthz who is out of work and maybe looking for a little sugar and a little funding, get thee to Silicon Valley for the National Cougars Convention August 24-30th. Even if you’re not broke and just a pretty young thing who’s looking for an older model who’s worked some of the quirks out…who knows what she wants and how to get it…who has an eye for the finer things and can afford them for herself, get thee to Silicon Valley! Times are tough and this is a lovely way to meet some older ladies who have their ish together. Go get your grove on and, ladies, don’t settle! Go on and get yours!
Congrats to all of the victims and families who have been watching this case and to those who were in the courtroom.
Would have liked the 400 years he was up for but this will do. Unfortunately, they and may other families just like them are still out all the money he stole from them. And unlike the Madoff victims, they don’t get 1/2 million in insurance money to tide them over. It’s been over two years and they haven’t seen a dime. Most of the assets are trapped in bankruptcy court and being bled dry by lawyers fees. Hopefully my parents and many of the other victims of this criminal will see at least some restitution. Today they can at least celebrate that this man is behind bars and will be for quite sometime.
I suspected that panhandling made a killer income but had no idea it paid this good. $150 a day! That’s WAY more than I get on unemployment. I have seen some creative signs from the beggars recently-like the guy outside Yankee stadium who said he needed money to get drunk and have sex with women (which begs the question, why does he need to be drunk to have sex with women? Either he’s gay…in which case, he’s really taking a strange path…or he means that he needs money to get women drunk…in which case, isn’t it easier to just get a prostitute? Either which way, I’m not really down with funding date rape or homeless sex). I’ve toyed with the idea of making a sign of my own: “Unemployed white girl who doesn’t want to be a lawyer anymore and needs money to buy drinks to forget the last 6 years, buy her favorite pastries, and take advantage of some of these AWESOME airfares.” Something tells me I won’t be as successful…unless I take my top off.
There are so many things going on in this story that it blows my mind. First, the idea that young kids are suddenly hopping on freight trains, all On the Road style, and trekking all the way to NYC for better heroine and deeper begging pockets boggles the mind. But the idea of these kids flooding the city to beg for shekels and benefits kind of turns my stomach…in a Glenn Beck sort of way. The good news is that the teams of young hipster hobos flooding into Williamsburg will finally give the area some much needed street cred! They were almost there with the roving gang of machete wilding hooligans that came through a few months ago but the new Hooverville theme is sure to push them over the edge. They’ve traded ironic t-shirts for ironic signs, the grunge look for actual grunge, and condos paid for by mommy and daddy for luxury developments paid for by Magic Johnson. I can’t wait to see the hobo version of lookatthisfuckinghistper.com-it’s going to be kick ass. The other nice thing is that being a hobo in NY doesn’t cramp your sex life. There’s a legless man in a wheelchair who begs on the corner of 56th and 2nd. As some of his regulars know, he has not one but TWO girlfriends…and they are large and in charge. Perhaps that’s the real reason NYC is such an attractive place for these Jr. Hobos…good drugs, free housing, and women who will fuck anything. Maybe that should be the new city slogan.
I can’t wait or the Mad Max high-larity to ensue! I see an AMAZING movie in the works with Magic Johnson as the broke super who has to live in his own development to clear out the gangs of heroine addicted Drugstore Cowboy style mid-western kids who are trashing up the hood.
Speaking of Glenn Beck, if this is what his comedy show is like, I’m suddenly interested! Dlisted is TOTALLY right-I want his squeal at 3:39 as my ring tone! Kills me every time. I can’t wait for the auto-tune version.
Not really…he was so skinny he wore women’s clothes…that’s actually true.
BUT I’m sure he’d like you to celebrate his life and morn his passing in anyway you find appropriate. If you’re American, like me, that means it’s time to eat your emotions! Totally awesome recipe from Smitten Kitchen that’s perfect for tonight because blueberries are totes in season.
Umm…awkward…just realized that the name of this recipe is “blueberry Boy Bait”
In news of the oh-so-wrong and inappropriate-ways-to-remember-MJ, Corey Feldman DRESSED UP AS HIM FOR THE MEMORIAL SERVICE! Now, I know that Corey is not right in the head. He didn’t even need a meth addiction to get to the wrong side like the other Corey did…he’s just wrong and was apparently born that way. But seriously…isn’t there ANYONE in his LIFE (perhaps the people who sold him the outfit???) who could have told him, “Hey…dude…Corey…maybe you should save the dress-up for private times…not sure everyone is going to look at that as an appropriate way to remember the Prince of Pop…also it might be weird to show up at someone’s funeral DRESSED LIKE THEM.” And what the fuck happened to Corey’s lips? He’s totally gone snapping turtle. He looks more like Morla from the Neverending Story everyday. Also, John Mayer is the king of all douches…when even he is giving you the stink-eye you know it’s time to pack it in and re-evaluate your outfit.
Jennifer Hudson was amazing. But even more amazing is her baby daddy who seems to be living the Dave Chappelle Oprah skit where Dave gets the O knocked up and lives the life. I can’t find a copy of it online. I can only imagine the mighty O had it taken down. Jen’s baby-daddy is David Otunga who is better known as Punk from I Love New York and Dawson Alexander to his WWE fans. I love Jennifer Hudson and can’t believe she let New York’s sloppy seconds get her knocked up. But to each his own. She’s had a tough go of it so I can’t hate on her too bad.
This is when I started to cry…but, in all fairness, I’ve always cried when I hear this song.