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Seth Rogan Likes To Watch

Seth Rogan's New Flick Taps Into "Naked" Drive For Quick Cash

SexyChattyCatty By SexyChattyCatty

SETH ROGAN LOVES PORN.

The “Knocked Up” actor revealed recently that he watches "tons of porn. The Internet speeds have evolved directly with my sexual drive."

Of course he’s not alone.

The 26-year-old is the prime demographic of the industry: the age at which we (And I say 'we' cause I'm in the biz) describe male porn actors as “average.” As opposed to “mature,” which is over 40.

Rogan’s doing publicity for a new Kevin Smith movie titled Zack and Miri Make a Porno, described as a romantic comedy with a lot of skin. Rogan said he accepted the gig "almost...purely based on the title." It won’t be as raunchy as most of the stuff I’ve seen at work but I guess it’ll be more skin than a HBO serial. Or maybe not. HBO shows a hell of a lot of skin. And a lot of the kinky stuff I knew before working at the porn palace I learned from HBO. But I digress.

The movie’s premise – a down on their luck couple decide to make a porno for extra cash. Simple as that. But is it really that simple to make a porn flick? Ya know, I think it is. While there is a lot of slickly produced porn starring professionals such as Belladonna, Rocco Siffreddi and newcomers like sisters Ava and Mia Rose, there is also a huge amateur market. And who makes those amateurs films? People just like you. Well, like you but a lot more into sex.

You’d be amazed at the folks who are willing to take their clothes off for the camera and say “Ohhh, baby.” And distribute it. Never knowing really where it’s gonna end up. As in nudist clubs, these “actors” are all shapes, sizes and races. I’m not saying they make a lot of money. Some probably just enough to make another film. So you have to be a certain kind of person to commit to a amateur porn project.

There's this one guy, let’s call him the Asian gangster. Cause that’s what he looks like, ill-fitting pinstripe suits and all. But then, he’s a producer. He’s in jail now, on something totally unrelated, but every two weeks he hand-delivered his product to us. He doesn’t live very far away from the office. I think he walked because I never saw him get into a car. The amount he makes, if this is his only income, wouldn’t support a car anyway. He specializes in college porn. Young dudes and dudettes, barely past 18 (FYI, Hustler has a trademark on the phase “barely legal”) in what look like small dorm rooms with just enough room for a bed. The films are a bit grainy and a smidge cloudy but clearly porn.

One woman has enticed all of her girlfriends to make movies. They all have breasts -- so big they can sit with them plopped on a table like large, twin dinner plates.

Another woman lives in D.C., attends porn shows all over the world and goes by one name. She’s a gorgeous blond cougar who doesn’t seem to have a day job. All of her correspondence to us is on hotel stationary. She has one movie up on our site. She must have a “financier,” and that's a euphemism.

We had a co-worker who crowed day and night that he was in a gay porn that was coming out soon. He was good looking, great body, a little crazy but we kinda believed him. Well, he got fired. And then his movie came into our office. And we watched it, about seven of us, all huddled around one computer screen. He was a bit “stiff” but then it was his first movie. How awkward is it to see your former co-worker naked and having sex with a bunch of guys? VERY.

But it wasn’t awkward at all when he came to visit us at the neighborhood lounge one Friday night. We welcomed him home, then he beat everyone at Ms. Pac-Man. He’s a guy of many talents and seems poised for success.

Homegrown Video” crowned the granddaddy of amateur by Penthouse mag, has more than 700 movies in it’s amateur series. Real amateurs. People you probably won’t see again because they take their little bit of money and run. But there is always someone else to take their place, someone who can sidle up to you and say, 'Hey, I was in a porn movie.'

And don’t think I haven’t thought about doing it myself. We talk about it all the time at lunch. But then we look at each other and picture us naked and, nah, it just wouldn’t work.
SexyChattyCatty comments at CrabbyGolightly.com on TV, America's favorite snack food. Originally published September 10, 2008.

October 30, 2008

POLITICS

Sarah PalinCindy McCainMichelle Obama

Selling Political Wives' Short By Selling Perfection

By MzEll and Crabby Golightly

WITH THE EXCEPTION OF A FEW BAD HAIR JOKES, I don’t recall any male politicians’ sartorial splendor or lack thereof making headlines. But the detailed review of the physical and style attributes of the women on this year's campaign trail have been some of the sexist -- and regressive -- politics I've witnessed.

Hillary Clinton has always received a good amount of attention for her perfunctory personal style, but the fashion police jumped the shark when they forced her to eschew the diamond ring Bill gave her to cut down on the bling, as though carat size presaged political platform.

There was also the harrumphing about the cost of the outfits that Cindy McCain and Laura Bush wore to the Republican National Convention. Mrs. McCain's allegedly cost $300,000! (Thanks largely to three-carat earrings estimated to be worth $280,000.) Joe the Plumber would have to unclog a whole lot of pipes to afford his wife a similar outfit. Mrs. Bush's ensemble was more modest, costing about $4,000, a tasteful sum considering the event.

Then there was the hue and cry over the $150,000 the RNC apparently spent morphing Sarah Palin from hockey mom into VP contender. But the brouhaha was muffled when Hillary Clinton's own stylist was quoted as saying that she was surprised any candidate would pay for designer clothing. She found it "strange" that Palin hadn't been gifted the clothing outright. That expectation was even more shocking to me than the GOP’s campaign clothing budget.

The amount these Republicans spent on clothing seemed to illustrate the differences between the two parties, the so-called haves and have-nots. But even Michelle Obama was not safe from having her style deconstructed, with some wondering aloud whether Oprah was behind her polished first-lady look. And the New York Times went so far as to suggest that Michelle had undergone the “Oprah-fication” of her public persona. All the talk just makes me wonder if Jackie O's style was really her own or something cultivated by a team of high paid stylists.

There is a crisis of vanity in America, and the women of the 2008 Presidential campaign have not escaped its (we suppose “Prada alligator”) clutches. These women on the political frontlines deserve to enjoy the experience that the travel to the White House brings, but not at the expense of their humanity. As our economy falters, America’s obsession over what a politician’s wife ought to look like sends the wrong message about beauty and financial pragmatism.

I too am guilty, as I found myself commenting aloud how Sarah Palin needed to wear her hair down. And my guilt was not assuaged when the next day I read that she'd been advised to do exactly that . Really, should the length and subtleness of Palin’s hair win votes?

It's sickened me when the GOP made such a stink about Palin's lack of retouching on her Newsweek cover . I don't want any of these women – Democrat or Republican -- to be "retouched." Who they really are as mothers, citizens, and females, is drastically more important to them, and to me.

Making the calculated decision to shape them into grandiose projections of perfection belies what this election is supposed to be all about: making changes we can believe in, and protecting our freedom to be you and me.

MzEll is a stay-at-home mom who writes, reads, knits, and tries to maintain sanity on a regular basis. You can read her blog at Cookiemonks.

October 28, 2008

POLITICS

The 'O' Team

Minister Of Divine Vibrations? Speculating on Oprah's Future Role In The White House

By Crabby Golightly

AS OBAMAMANIA REACHES FEVER PITCH, talk now turns to who will serve in his cabinet. One name on everybody’s list: queen of all media Oprah (sorry, Perez), because she anointed him early as “the one,” risking her brand with the very people who made her one.

Yesterday’s The Daily Beast suggests that Senator Obama create a post specifically for Miss Winfrey. Crabby suggests that it’s always media folk who have probably never watched an hour of Oprah (the one exception being when they appeared), and who have read more of her press releases than her show scripts, who make such suggestions. So, with a special warning to Michelle to keep Her Highness away from the family quarters (because she does not play second fiddle to anyone), Crabby has come up with several potential titles she could wear in the new administration:

Minister of Divine Vibrations -- Devotees of Oprah know that she is gifted with the power of special personal communication from on high. Along the way she has had the help of seers such as Marianne Williamson, Deepak Chopra, James Redfield, Iyanla Vanzant, Gary Zukav, Rhonda Byrne,Eckhart Tolle, Nate Berkus, Bob Greene, and Dr. Phil. As MDV she could be placed in charged of NASA, directing them to listen closely to those parts of heaven from which the latest messages are being signaled.

Chief Stimulant Spending Advisor -- As one of the economic machines that feeds America’s fevered consumerist appetite, let’s put the business titan in charge of advising Americans how they should spend any future stimulant checks. America is in desperate need of an influx of spending, and O could advocate for the purchase of the many luxurious items on her annual “Favorite Things” list. Opraphiles, eager to please and look wealthier beyond their means, will rush out and max out their credit cards to feed their inner hunger while getting the economy chugging again. I can hear Oprah now: CHAAARRRGGGEE IT!

Public Image Director -- This job usually falls to Machiavellian types like Karl Rove, David Axelrod, Lee Atwater, a group that Oprah would fit in nicely. All of them worked their magic as image makers to persuade the public that their man was the man for the job. But Oprah can teach these masters new tricks: she can introduce her ironclad confidentiality agreement to these political operatives, making sure that no insider ever authors a book to challenge the authorized word. Unless, of course, they start a snarky blog and poke good fun!

All of this talk flies out the window in the off-chance that Senator McCain -- who adamantly claimed yesterday that he was "going to win it," -- actually goes all the way. But even then Oprah will win, as she can say, "See? I told you! The Secret really works!

October 27, 2008

TELEVISION

Nobodyssweetheart.com

'Mad Men' Finale: Making Penance, And Predictions For Season Three

By Miz J Miz J

WHOA. WHOA. WHOA.

Action. Drama. Suspense. FINALLY.

After two seasons of Don running roughshod over his marriage vows (and earning the well-deserved slut title to boot), Betty gets angry when she learns she's pregnant. And all this time, we thought it'd be Joan, who ended up getting raped at work instead. I'm not going to stop bringing that up -- I need some closure there, and now I know I won't get it until next frickin season!

Anyway, being knocked up makes Betty peeved enough to go out and have a fling with a random guy at a bar. What's the deal with Betty? She's become deliciously evil this season -- from setting up her married riding partners to cheating on Don -- and I want to see more of it. Payback is coming for Don, whose tripping visit to Los Angeles has helped him find his true "Dickness," and now actually shows some remorse. But could 'Mad Men' even survive with a morally striving "Don?" Doubt it.

And thanks to the no-commercial-interruption thing, I had NO TIME to get a drink, lest I miss something important, like, oh, I don't know -- PEGGY TELLING PETE ABOUT THAT BABY OF HIS. The baby that's barely been mentioned all season, even though it'ss like two years old and during the first season, Peggy's weight gain and subsequent absence from work made her condition totally obvious, even to a Drunk-O-Saurus Rex like me. Waiting for this moment was like having an itch in the middle of your back for EIGHTEEN MONTHS and finally getting someone to give you a little scratch, but not enough to full-on fix it. Damn you, Mad Men! I want answers (and one of those backscratcher things like my grandma has).

So, since we won't be getting any answers until next summer sometime and everyone's going to rehash this episode looking for insights into next season, I went ahead, stirred up a tall, refreshing screwdriver, and made a few predictions to tide us all over.

1. Don takes McCann up on their job offer from the first season. Despite their harsh treatment of Betty, Don decides to cash in at SC and then take himself over to McCann and shut SC down. Or, better yet, take their entire creative workforce with him to the other side of the illustrious Madison Ave.

2. Joan will try to recapture her temporary position in the TV department to her husband's dismay. He's the controlling type, so I bet that this splits them up (or at least I hope -- Ms. Holloway should not meet a tragic ending such as marriage to a date rapey type. Not her style.)

3. Betty, just to stir shit up, will tell Don about the affair. Or, better yet, her girlfriends from the neighborhood, who'll tell their husbands, who'll tell Don. Because news is always better when it's third-hand and mangled into total inaccuracy. Hilarity will ensue?

4. Trudy and Pete will "accidentally" adopt Peggy's son. Tell me you didn't think that when he said, "Why would you tell me that?" You did so! And so did I! Because I was sober enough to pick up the hint!

5. I will discover a much more potent blend of Long Island Iced Tea, start to review the first episode of the third season, and get it all jumbled.

6. Prediction #5 will be the only one that actually happens.

In light of that, I gotta say goodnight so I can go add vodka to the shopping list. Til next season!

Miz J, who works in advertising, has tons of opinions and a big mouth to broadcast them across the globe; however, the Internet saves her the trouble of yelling. Check out her blog at Miz J.

GOSSIP

Guy Before The Separation Guy Before The Separation

Guy's Stiff Upper Lip? Now Curled Into A Smile

By Crabby Golightly

WE AT CRABBY GOLIGHTLY ARE NOT SO NAIVE TO AS BELIEVE EVEN A SMATTERING OF THE CHATTER being fed to the media over the Madonna-Guy breakup.

We will not parse every word, every rumor, but we do feel that in this instance the pixs are revealing.

Thus, if you are anything like us and revel in making snap diagnoses based on information gleaned in nanoseconds, here are two photos for your insta-nalysis.

So, can we deduce Guy's happy with the new arrangement? Here's a quick thought: Anybody see recent photos of the kiddies?

October 23, 2008

ADVERTISING

Got Milk? Ty Pennington Does

By MzEll

MzEll TY PENNINGTON, A GUY'S GO-TO-HANDYMAN, has definitely been Trading Spaces.

Instead of building fantastical homes for TV wannabees, he now pitches – get this -- baby formula, specifically Similac’s SimplePac.

Ty Pennington’s got milk! Yet while I’ll give you that dads feed babies, too, Ty Pennington has no children. So do we really need a “design expert” to revamp a can of formula?

In a word, no. The tone of both the video and print ads, as seen in Parents magazine for the Similac SimplePac is condescending. We’re supposed to believe that a childless man is surrounded by mothers bested by canned formula? Thus far in my experience, it’s pretty easy to measure out two spoonfuls of dried powder with a premeasured plastic cup. Or is Ty so good at getting the job done on deadline that he has tips on mixing up formula fast before an infant wails?

The ad’s funniest image is when the mothers-cum-groupies crowd Ty as he explains the stay-put scoop. The so-called mothers appearing in the spots seem dimwitted with their faux “a-ha” moments over snapping lids and firm grips. Honestly, Similac, could you have made motherhood seem more mundane and ridiculous?

Pennington actually does have a design degree, and worked as a carpenter before his stints on Trading Spaces and Extreme Home Makeover. But that doesn’t give him street cred to revolutionize baby formula bottles, and last I checked, baby formula seem an unlikely product to sell with sex appeal.

Ironically, the bottles that first popped into my head when seeing Pennington in these spots were those that led to his arrest last year for DUI. I know Ty's apologized sincerely and has paid his dues, but the ads are evidence of Similac’s opaque condescension toward women.

MzEll is a stay-at-home mom who writes, reads, knits, and tries to maintain sanity on a regular basis. You can read her blog at Cookiemonks.

October 22, 2008

POLITICS

Credit: Drew Versak

Rewriting History: If McCain Chose Judge Judy for V.P.

By SexyChattyCatty

SexyChattyCatty AS SENATOR MCCAIN SURELY CRINGES FROM THE LATEST RANTS OF HIS RUNNING MATE SARAH PALIN, I'LL POSIT THAT HE'D be much better off in the race if he had chosen Judge Judith Sheindlin as his running mate.

No joking! She’s an experienced jurist, is whip-smart, and has a great New York accent that could help "balance the ticket." Her "tough broad persona" is no joke, and people like her anyway!

What else could a president want in a glass-ceiling-busting partner? Can you imagine Judge Judy in a debate with Joe Biden? He’d be toast. Judy wouldn’t need no stinking talking points cue cards, either. You think she doesn’t know the issues? You're crazy! And as she'll tell you in a minute, she didn’t get where she is because she’s cute.

She cows nor bows to no one. Judge Judy would not allow herself to be fed "code" words, would not be “intimidated” into incoherence by Katie Couric. And she’s no Kool-Aid drinker for partisans. A recent article in The Guardian quoted her as a friend of McCain -- whom she calls a "a real meat-and-potatoes guy" -- but nevertheless says she likes Obama.

Diplomatic! Smart! I have never heard Palin say one nice thing about Obama, ever.

John McCain, I’m sorry you’ve tried for the presidency so many times and failed. This could’ve been your year! If only you had chosen the right running mate. Judge Judy for VP!

SexyChattyCatty periodically comments at CrabbyGolightly.com on TV, America's favorite snack food.

October 21, 2008

NEWS

Brit Behind The Wheel

Convicting Britney Would Be The Real Scandal

By Miz J

Miz J SO HERE'S THE THING: I actually think authorities are considering slapping the cuffs on Britney for the wrong reason.

Folks, there are SO MANY other, better reasons to charge Britney Spears than with driving on an out-of-state driver’s license. Her fashion sense alone could get a mere mortal like you or I at least a year of constant ridicule, followed by six-months of probationary sideward glances from the public at-large.

But on Monday, a jury was still deliberating over whether -- because she did not have a California drivers’ license -- Spears would face a thousand-dollar fine and six months in jail due to her little fender-bender last year when she…ya know, wasn’t herself.

Jurors sent a note out to the judge early Monday saying that are unable to reach a unanimous verdict. Judge James Steele sent them back to work, saying, “I'm going to ask you to make another attempt to resolve whatever differences you have."

Look, I’m glad to see her getting her act together, both literally and figuratively speaking. I think it’s a big step in the right direction. But I also think that a lot of people are still skeptical, and refuse to give her even an inch. And isn’t that how this whole head-shaving mess started in the first place?

So, in the immortal words of Chrissy Crocker: Leave Britney ALONE! Anything else would be a real scandal.

Miz J, who works in advertising, has tons of opinions and a big mouth to broadcast them across the globe; however, the Internet saves her the trouble of yelling. Check out her blog at Miz J.

October 20, 2008

TELEVISION

Credit: AMC TV

'Mad Men' Minutes: Frenemies Abound

By Miz J Miz J

WHOA. OKAY, WAIT. THE STUFF THAT'S BEEN GOING ON SINCE LAST SUNDAY'S EPISODE IS GIVING MORE OF A BUZZ THAN ANY BOOZE. Although, I’ve chosen a very potent blend of Long Island Iced Tea to get me through tonight’s sideshow.

For starters, sweet little Sally Draper is trying her hand at smoking. Caught between puffs in the tiny bathroom by Betty, Sally drops the cigarette in the sink and delivers my own familiar standby, “I wasn’t smoking.” Next week, she’ll graduate to, “I was just holding it for a friend.” Heh. Incensed, Betty yells at her, “You could have burned the house down!” Which, you know, TRUE, but also, she can get cancer from those things. But I suppose that little nugget of truth is still about twenty or so years away from discovery.

Anyway, so Sally’s rebelling, and Betty’s reeling, wondering what’s going to happen next, but prolonging this purgatorial stint before the shit really hits the fan. Seems like there’s a lot of that going around. Cooper, Sterling and Cooper’s relatives are trying to decide whether or not to sell the agency to Putnam, Powell & Lowe – and of course, it’s a tough decision: sell out for all that money or keep going as is and stay in charge of everything. I’ll bet you’ll never guess what they choose.

We see Don get off a bus in California and knock on the door of the ACTUAL Mrs. Draper. Remember, last season, we saw how Don Draper came to be Don Draper. Don’t forget that he’s actually Dick Whitman, and his sergeant, Don Draper, was killed in combat. Don/Dick stepped in as Don in order to make a new life for himself and escape his family. After the war, Don got a job at a car dealership (where Ann Draper ran into him and accused him of not being Don Draper), and now he and Ann have actually become very close. Turns out Don and Ann are like family, and pretend to be when Don introduces Ann to Betty. Hmm. Well played, Don/Dick. So Don is spilling his guts (well, in a Don Draper sort of way) to Ann about his marriage and how he’s fucked everything up. The look on Ann’s face basically says, “Yeah, you did. Nice job.” Is it me, or does it seem like Dick Whitman just wants to keep destroying his life again and again so he can start over? Or is he just plain self-destructive?

Meanwhile, back at Sterling Cooper, Trudy has snuck in an appointment with an adoption agency, and Pete hits the roof when his secretary tells him. He goes home and they fight about it, with Pete being the usual drama queen and trying to illustrate his point by pretending to jump out the window. This guy is a one-man douche-a-rama, I tell you what. I am constantly amazed by what the women on this show deem acceptable behavior from men, and can see why Peggy is more interested in getting her name on the door at work. Which brings me to more interesting news: Peggy scores Rummy’s office. This brassy, brazen bitch walked right up to Sterling and said she wanted the office, and that she was bringing in business and felt she deserved it. I was totally cheering for her, even if Roger was condescending: “You women today are so aggressive. It’s cute.” PUKE, but hey, it did the trick. Go Peggy!

Cut to a scene of Joan and Greg in bed. It’s time to get amorous, but Greg is tired, so Joan offers to, as she says, “drive.” Greg gets all suspicious and Joan’s like, “Come on. There was no before,” so she must have told him she was a virgin -- a lie that's so unbelievably fantastic. So what’s going on? Is she this desperate to settle down? I never thought I’d see the day where Joan would be so…so…insecure. But, as the ad men say, wait! There’s more!

It turns out Greg is not the All-American, perfect hero we expect. Joan brings him around for a visit, and they slip into Don’s office for a nip, where Greg proceeds to rape Joan on the floor! Then, they get up and go…to…dinner. Um. This shit is getting WEIRD, cats.

Were you wondering what’s going on with Betty? Especially after last week’s revelation with Glen’s mom that she’s the head of the household? Well, I’ll have you know that Betty is RUNNIN’ THANGS. You’ll notice a marked difference in her from the start – much more aggressive, although still insecure. She’s also become sneaky, as evidenced by her phone call to Sara Beth, her riding partner. As you might have suspected, Sara Beth hooked up with that young guy they ride with after Betty flaked out on that country club lunch. Sara Beth tells Betty this, and a peeved Betty tells her that she shouldn’t have done that. Sara Beth accuses Betty of wanting that ride herself and Betty doesn’t deny it. But says that there’s a difference between wanting and having and Sara Beth should have understood that. True, but part of me wonders just how devious Betty really is…brrr. With friends like that, you really don’t need enemies.

Speaking of frenemies, Peggy moves into Rummy’s office and Joan is typing quietly just outside the doorway. The two stop to chat, and Peggy wonders aloud about Don. Joan’s kind of meh about the Don situation (I mean, with him gone, there’s probably not a lot to do, which…sweet!). Peggy compliments her on Greg, who’s dreamy. You know, aside from that whole date-rapey thing. Enter Kinsey, who’s fresh from a dangerous race protest down South. Sheila dumped him, which isn’t really a surprise. He probably babbled about how everyone’s the same, and she thought it best to distance herself from the kind of concentrated rage that those kinds of oversimplified statements create. Wise lady, that Sheila. Wanna bet that he and Joan get back together? Back to Betty: she and Sally begin to talk. Betty says she realizes she’s been unfair to her and that it’s time to talk to her like a big girl. So she lays it out: Dad and I had a fight, he’s gone away for a while. Just know that everything’s going to be okay. Sally seems happy with this explanation. Hopefully, she’ll quit smoking. I can’t bear the sight of an eight-year-old smoking. I have a mouth like a sailor and I love a you’re-going-to-hell kind of joke, but damn. Even I have limits, people.

Lastly, as Peggy enjoys her new office view with a shot of J&B left over in Rummy’s stash, Pete drops by to chat. He’s been doing that a lot lately. I think he misses Peggy a little bit. Aww. You sweet little douchebag.

He tells her about how Clearasil is pulling out of Sterling Cooper (although he fails to really mention the details behind it – that his father-in-law is upset that he won’t help Trudy adopt), and she asks about the LA trip Pete took with Don. He tells her that Don just disappeared, but he didn’t call the police because he’s done this sort of thing before. Peggy is left wondering where her dashing mentor might be, and we then see Chisel Cheeks standing hip deep in the ocean, daring it to take him away. Pssh. Coward. I need another drink.

Miz J, who works in advertising, has tons of opinions and a big mouth to broadcast them across the globe; however, the Internet saves her the trouble of yelling. Check out her blog at Miz J.

HEADLINES

The Unhappy Couple

Madonna And Her Immaterial Guy

By MzEll and Crabby Golightly

I USED TO THINK THAT MADONNA’s move from sexpot to intergalactic hippie after daughter Lourdes was born had finally humanized the diva. I thought that she had finally gotten over herself. After all, children are usually good at upending one's vanity.

I thought Guy was a good match. The fake British accent Madge affected after marrying Ritchie and moving to London was ridiculous, but at least she seemed finally stable for her kids. Now that charade seems just another chapter in her book -- or should I say documentary, as she is ever so fond of videotaping herself.

I was never a great fan of her Madg-etsy, though I respected her music and self-invention. This time, though, trading her three children’s near-normalcy makes me ill.

At 50, Madonna is really just too old for this current stunt. I'm not sure we care to see her newest metamorphosis if it means sloughing off responsibility for her children. As the chameleon changes colors yet again, it’s her children who have to adjust to the background. Perhaps Madonna doesn’t know herself at the core; more likely, she doesn’t have a core.

When the news of Alex and Cynthia Rodriguez divorce came out, I took the media's bait that Cynthia was to blame. Now the news is reporting that none of the tales about Cynthia were true, and that Madonna and A-Rod are, in fact, a duo.

I wonder how many innings A-Rod has left before he strikes out at this game.

October 17, 2008

POLITICS

The Final Presidential Debate

Obama Seals The Deal: Even Joe the Plumber Can't Save McCain From The Can

By Crabby Golightly

SENATOR JOHN MCCAIN IS ONCE AGAIN IMPRISONED, THIS time by his presidential gambit going nowhere. It ended abruptly last night during the final presidential debate when Senator Barack Obama delivered a preternaturally calm perform while explaining why he ought to be the next president of the United States. And my guess is that even Joe the Plumber can't rescue McCain from the can.

Senator McCain tried to change the inevitable, but all night it looked as though he was boxing at shadows. In one of his best lines, he told Obama, "I am not President Bush. If you wanted to run against Bush, you should have run four years ago." The line caused some titters from an audience sworn to silence.

The Arizonan even dared to mention former 60s radical Bill Ayers, one of the cast of questionable characters that have littered Obama's campaign. Very calmly, Obama explained that he had served with Ayers on an education reform board financed by a former ambassador to Ronald Reagan, adding his own footnote to Republicans' favorite hagiography. And without any evidence to the contrary, America has little reason to doubt him. He then flicked the topic away with the remark that McCain's focus on Ayers "says more about your campaign than it says about me."

In short, the night's overall picture was of that an outsized fighter bobbing and weaving around the taller heavyweight champ.

Unlike the first debate, when Obama felt the need to address every debate point McCain made, Obama oozed confidence and control. He discarded soundbites and opted for a heartfelt conversational tone while admonishing McCain that America's youth aren't a "special interest'' but our future. He also said he "didn't mind being attacked for the next three weeks," but that the public can't afford four more years of bankrupt government.

In short, Obama ended the night without a scratch. And he didn't gloat or flinch when, during his closing comments, he looked straight in the camera and delivered his knock-out blow:

"The policies of the last eight years, and Washington's unwillingless to tackle the tough problems for decades, has left us in the worst economic crisis since the Great Depression. And that's why the biggest risk we could take right now is to adopt the same failed policies and the same failed politics, that we' ve seen over the last eight years and somehow expect a different result. We need fundamental change in this country and that's what I'd like to bring...

It's not going to be easy, it's not going to be quick. It's going to require all of us, Democratics, Republicans, independents to come together and to renew a spirit of sacrifice and service and responsibility. I'm absolutely convinced we can do it. I would ask for your vote. And I promise you, if you give me the extraordinary honor of serving as your President, I will work every single day tirelessly on your behalf and on the behalf of the future of our children.
His competitor congratulated him, saying, "Good job, good job, good job,'' with a vigorous handshake. Which made McCain himself look forward to being sprung from his self-imposed sentence three weeks from now.

October 15, 2008

POP CULTURE

Credit: W

Brangelina's Most Welcome "Controversy"

By MzEll

MzEll IF THERE WAS A CARD FOR LA LECHE LEAGUE MEMBERS, I WOULD TOTE IT. So it should come as no surprise that I am awestruck by the beauty of W magazine’s cover of Angelina Jolie nursing one of her twins.

In the picture, said to be taken by Brad Pitt himself, Angelina has one side of her night gown pulled down as though an infant is suckling just out of sight.

This latest publicity campaign is a continuation of Angelina’s boobie bravado, first seen when she revealed her nursing bra under a tank top in a photo with a wee Shiloh in People.

Credit: W For me, though, this latest photo is salve to the provocative photographs that W published in 2005 of Brad and Angelina. Posing as a large and lustful family, the pictures came out when “Brangelina” was still a new – and unwelcome -- public concept. The latest snaps of Angelina as the actual mother to Brad’s children comes off as a satisfied “I told you so” to the people who doubted their relationship in the beginning.

I also find it daring of the Jolie-Pitts, since breastfeeding seems perpetually controversial. While Angelina looks like the Madonna herself on her newest cover, Jamie Lynn Spear’s stolen breastfeeding pictures are considered pornography because she’s a minor. What is wrong with Americans’ view of women when Hollywood careers are built by women baring breasts, but a young mother can’t safely be photographed feeding her infant? As a spokesperson for La Leche League told the AP, there’s more skin shown on the red carpet than on Ang's W cover, as well as by ordinary mothers when breastfeeding .

Will Angelina and Jamie Lynn help boost the breastfeeding cause? Already, nursing is reaching record numbers in the United States. That number would go higher if PETA had its way; the animal rights group recently suggested that mothers “donate” their breast milk to Ben and Jerry’s for ice cream.

So now we have the dueling messages that it’s pornographic for a 16-year-old to be photographed nursing her baby -- but that the succor that supports life also makes great shakes? PETA’s psychosis only further feeds the misunderstanding of women’s bodies in our country.

Breasts are made to feed babies. Whether flashed on the red carpet, used as weapons of exaggerated activism, or to nurse the newborns of unwed startlets, that is their one, true purpose. The peace in Angelina’s W magazine cover attests to that.

MzEll is a stay-at-home mom who writes, reads, knits, and tries to maintain sanity on a regular basis. You can read her blog at Cookiemonks.

October 14, 2008

TELEVISION

Dick Whitman Makes A Call

Out-Of-His-World: Don Draper Gets Trippy In La La Land

By Crabby Golightly

WHAT LOOKING-GLASS HAVE I FALLEN THROUGH?

I’m filling in for the regular secretary of “Mad Men Minutes,” and can’t wait to meet this suave, alpha male named Don to entrance me with his sex appeal. Instead, I encounter some monosyllabic, shallow Dick who appears dazed and confused and unsure of who or where he is. Is he Don, Dick, Harry? But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Tonight’s Mad Men episode opens with the lovely kitten Jane lolling in bed while writing an ode to silver-haired suitor, Roger Sterling.

“You make me new with laughter. You make me old with wisdom,’’ she sings. But the word ‘old’ disturbs Roger, who’d rather not be reminded of their age difference. “It doesn’t matter how old I am, our souls are the same age,” coos Jane. Roger, amazed at his own good fortune, pops the question. Kitten’s in shock! “How do I know that I’m not going to eat another mushroom, and this room will disappear, and I’ll be back on the train to Trenton?”

Oohhh, that would give me the willies too Jane. But …mushrooms? My, how far we’ve come from Miz J’s Cherry Infusions last week! Crabby, alas, is stone-cold sober when taking in this scene. Someone has to bear witness to Roger assuring his prize that he will be hers to keep.

Meanwhile, Mr. Don Draper is standing poolside in La La Land as Pete informs him that TWA has misplaced his luggage but that the hotel has swim trunks. “There’s not going to be any swimming,’’ Don tells Pete. They’re here to get clients, not suntans. Get out to Pasadena and make someone feel special, Don directs. When Pete protests, the big man snaps, “You want to be on vacation, Pete, I can make that happen.”

As Don makes his way to the bar and orders an “Old-Fashioned,’’ along comes Viscount Willy who introduces him to a young girl who's been visually snacking on him all afternoon. Don, meet Joy, apparent member of a nomadic grifters’ clique. But who cares when Joy offers Don something for free: sex.

And after taking a first pass at dalliance with Joy, Don takes the bait and accompanies her to Palm Springs where he too-easily falls in with these well-kept loaf-abouts in a gorgeous glass California home. (Crabby immediately wants in.) Despite his lecture to Pete, Don abandons business for pleasure. I guess that aeronautical slideshow on MIRVs makes Don think striving to be better is pointless.

But…are his new friends drugging him? Only minutes after arriving at the swank spread and having a drink, Don passes out. When he comes to, a Dr. Klaus is about to give him a shot of “medicine” but Don quickly recoils and says, “It’s okay. I just need water and some aspirin.” Joy sends everyone out, and Don asks, “Who are these people?” They’re friends,’’ Joy replies. “We’re nomads. We have an open door policy.”

Meanwhile, back in New York, Duck stops by to tell Roger he’s ready to hear “partner” talk. But the boss tells him he’s got a weak case. “Everyone thinks you’re a fine fellow,’ Roger says, “but If I were you, I’d go out there and make rain.” Get it, Duck? Rain? Hehe.

But Duck takes the advice to heart: he reaches out to his old European-based agency, suggests that it buy Sterling Cooper and make him creative director. The old boss says he didn’t know that SC was for sale. Oh, but it can be, Duck suggests: “Roger Sterling has a 20-year-old-fiancé and his wife's lawyer not going to leave him a pot to piss in.”

Okaaay, playa. Just stay away from the Tanqueray.

Somewhere else in the agency, new guy Kurt candidly reveals that he's a “homosexual…I make love with men not with women.” The news disturbs Ken who asks what bathroom Kurt uses, and catches Peggy off-guard (she’s going to a Bob Dylan concert with Kurt that night). A closeted Salvatore tries hard not to have any reaction.

During the night’s weakest moment, when Kurt goes to pick up Peggy for the concert, he gets all queer-eyed and cuts her hair to snip her “old school” look. Apparently in the 60s every gay man moonlighted as a hairdresser.

Let’s wrap this up in Palm Springs, where Don’s recovery is followed by dinner, entertaining chatter, and dessert (a la a romp with “Joy.”) The next morning, Joy reads The Sound and the Fury in bed, but confesses the sex is better than the prose. “I like sex. You do, too, I can tell,” she tells Don.

Later, as the two lounge poolside, Don witnesses the return of two sad children to this desert looking-glass (Yoowho?? Remember your name?), and then pensively studies his cocktail glass. Is… that …residue on the rim?

In the morning, still seeming under some spell, Don furtively makes a phone call and identifies himself as “Dick Whitman.” Regulars know that this means Don is regressing while hanging loose with the California cult. These people have slipped Don/Dick some sort of Mickey, and it isn’t clear when or if he’s going to wake up.

October 13, 2008

POLITICS

Texan Apologizes to World for Bush

No Longer Favored Son, Texans Feel 'Bush'-Whacked By George W.

By MzEll

MzEll IF YOU ASK MY TODDLER ABOUT GEORGE W. BUSH, he'll tell you that he lives on a refrigerator magnet, and that he is a "yocky man!," his two-year-old's Texas twang turning the 'U' into an 'O.' But in Texas, it's not that simple.

I grew up in Midland, TX, from where Bush hails, and called it my home until I had my own family. I was also raised in the same Methodist traditions as President Bush, and am in essence a member of his extended congregation. So it’s hard for me not to feel sympathy for the man, if not for the "President," behind the public's scorn. In the newsletter of the church I attend in South Texas, there is a permanent entry to pray for President Bush, and I do so almost every night.

Yet I’m ambivalent about Bush, as many Texans are. Four years ago while attending the local community college, I was stopped by a smart female student because I was wearing a ‘Democrat’ pin. My schoolmate’s reaction? Basically all Texans should vote for Bush because he ‘s Texan, and that Afghanistan and Iraq should just be blown up. I was aghast, embarrassed that someone so smart had such a childish response.

That down-home pride has all but disappeared for Bush. Last week I talked to a few students on that same college campus, and all were either angry or chagrinned about Bush's job performance.

Salon’s Bill Sasser wrote about the turn against Bush in the Lone Star State. “Back in the day you couldn't swing a dead cat around here without hitting one of those 'W' stickers,'' he wrote. "But feelings around here started to change about a year ago, when guys started going back to Iraq for their third deployment.”

Sasser points out that more Texans have served in Bush’s wars than any other war, and that only California has sent home more dead soldiers. Even the editor of Texas Monthly, Paul Burka, who's covered politics for 30 years and voted twice for Bush, is embarrassed by his past votes. And James Henson, a University of Texas public policy professor, said in the same article that finding Texans who admit to voting for Bush “is like trying to find people who voted for Nixon in his 1972 landslide."

My mother-in-law has voted Republican in every election since Goldwater ran for President. Even she is disappointed by Bush’s last term; she shakes her head and covers her eyes when talking about it. Last week she confessed that she just might sit this election out.

As my husband says, George W. like Coca-Cola to Texans: We still prefer Coke to Pepsi (Democrats?), it's just this case the Coke has gone flat and rancid.

MzEll is a stay-at-home mom who writes, reads, knits, and tries to maintain sanity on a regular basis. You can read her blog at Cookiemonks.

October 12, 2008

TELEVISION

"The View" In Black And White

By Crabby Golightly

THE PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN IS GETTING EVERYBODY'S HACKLES UP, EVEN THE LADIES OF THE VIEW.

Full disclosure: I've never watched a complete episode of The View. I will not wear that one. But the firestorms that erupt between the five hosts sometimes break through the headlines, and so I got to see Elisabeth Hasselbeck and Sherri Shepherd's "passionate" exchange about Barack Obama's eyebrow-raising ties and John McCain's disloyalty to his first wife. My reaction? "Wow! A real conversation on TV!"

The sentiments expressed by Hasselbeck and Shepherd are spilling out all over America, so why shouldn't they raise the same questions? It does a nation good to clear the air.

The media acts as though America is divided into two camps: liberal or conservative, racists or not, but the truth is far more complicated, nuanced and ephemeral.

The only comment out of line was Joy Behar's flippant remark, "You're listening to Sean Hannity too much!" after Elisabeth rightly pointed out the Democrats' hand in bolstering up a shaky Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae.

That was below the belt, Joy. And, FYI, brush up on your facts.

Even the Washington Post, a media outlet with some of the best liberal cred, reported the Dems' involvement as fact. So does Tina Brown's latest media creation, The Daily Beast, which labeled Congressional Dems as "enablers" in the country's finacial fiasco.

So here's my plea to the ladies, as well as to the nation. Can you stop ganging up on Elisabeth? There's a whole lot of people like her out there, even in Barack territory, except they only say privately what Hasselbeck said publicly.

Geesh, used to be Republicans were the vicious bomb-throwers who thrilled at sowing contempt. This campaign the Dems' have borrowed a page from that playbook. Can we bring some civility back to the debate?

October 09, 2008

POLITICS

Obama, McCain at Tuesday's Debate

Obama: Calm At the Eye Of the Storm

By Crabby Golightly

CAN WE GET THIS THING OVER WITH?

This "thing" being the interminable Presidential campaign and Tuesday night's "town hall" debate during which few words from either candidate caused an uptick in active listening.

At the end of the world as we know it, Senator Barack Obama seemed fine: unflappable and cool and ready for whatever the afterlife delivers. And Senator John McCain showed he is ready to go out with figurative guns blazing.

Today, I'll not participate in partisan hair-pulling. Last night I saw both men as honorable and disciplined and well-intentioned, but with different world views. Unlike during the first debate, when McCain played offense with his can-do comments and attacks on Obama, last night he paced like a hungry lion waiting for prey.

Obama wasn't in danger; he was the elephant on the horizon.

The race is near over, and political fortunes can change with the wind. But this year the economic gales are foretelling a long winter. Stock up on food, conserve fuel, bring your rosary and batten down the hatches.

Change is arriving at the station.

October 08, 2008

TELEVISION

Credit: AMC TV

Monday's 'Mad Men' Minutes: "The Inheritance" Leaves Me High and Dry

By Miz J Miz J

WOW, WHAT A DOWNER THIS WEEK'S EPISODE WAS.

If I didn’t have my usual cocktail at my side, there’d be nothing to look forward to this time around – Betty’s dad has a stroke that basically short-circuits his brain, Pete’s being pressed to adopt on one side and being pressed NOT to adopt on the other, and hardly anything happens at the office at all.

Well. There IS one thing: a trip to LA is in the works for a convention. It’s 1962, after all, and the US is still clamoring to get something – ANYTHING – up into space, so there’s a scientific convention going on, and the Mad Men are devising plots to get their hooks into some sweet government funds. It’s decided by Don that Pete and oh-so-smug Kinsey will go, even though it appears once again that Peggy’s more ready than either of them to match wits with the geeks. Surprise, surprise. As you’d expect by the title, this one deals with mortality in a pretty heavy way. Hearing that her dad’s had a stroke, Betty phones Don and they head out to her childhood home to be with him and Gloria, her father’s new wife that she roundly despises. When she arrives, Betty learns that the stroke happened days ago, and that her father’s actually had one before and Gloria never told her.

This is the part where I’d be throwing shit, but Betty always keeps that icy demeanor of hers perfectly frozen in place – she even stays stone-faced after her father forgets who she is and squeezes her tit in front of everyone at the breakfast table. I choked on my drink, you guys. And that HURTS. And I’m the audience, not the recipient of The Squeeze, as it will now be called from here on out.

The weirdest thing about this whole misadventure, besides The Squeeze, is the fact that Betty and Don DID IT and now that she’s home again, he’s out on his ass at the Roosevelt still. That’s some reserve she’s showing there.

Meanwhile, Pete’s dealing with his father’s demise from earlier this season. The fact that his dad left them with no real assets to speak of means that Pete and his brother Bud have had to do creative accounting to take care of their mother, who is a right bitch if I ever met one. She’s one of those flat-assed, wispy cardigan-around-the-shoulder types with a perma-scowl slashed across her face. This uppity broad challenges Pete’s eligibility in the will (and, knowing what we know, this is laughable) because Bud mentioned that Pete and Trudy were looking to adopt. Since Trudy is infertile, they have no other option – Trudy REALLY WANTS a baby. Pete is reserved, and we see why when his mother tells him that adopting is just “pulling from the discards.” Wow. I don’t even have the words, folks.

Naturally, since Bud was being a dick about spilling the beans to the elderly, bitchy Mrs. Campbell, Pete zings him back by saying that there’s no damn money. The look on her face is priceless, and Bud’s stuck looking like a chump and fumbling for the words to explain himself. Heh.

While all this drama is going on with Betty and Pete separately, Kinsey’s gotten himself in over his head with this whole black girlfriend thing, because Shirley wants him to go with her to a dangerous protest down South, and he’s obviously very glad to be going on that LA trip instead. Naturally, Shirley’s pissed, and they argue about it, with Kinsey going overboard at all the wrong times to prove that he’s “one of them.” For instance, he makes conversation with Hollace, the elevator operator, and all of a sudden, because Shirley’s there, it’s all, “Hollace, please, you know it’s Paul,” when Hollace calls Paul “Mr. Kinsey.” Um, no he doesn’t.

Anyway, with Betty’s rebuff still smarting, Don decides to take Kinsey’s spot on the LA trip, and now he’s off to the protest. Heh. You might be wondering how he discovers that Don’s going to be nestling his ass into that cramped coach seat instead of him. Well, I’ll tell you: Joan, Don’s new secretary (and, literally, Roger’s handoff, as Jane has now become his secretary/lover), is instructed to write Kinsey a memo explaining the situation. Instead, she saunters into the conference room, where a drunken baby shower for Harry is underway, and tells him in front of everyone. Zing! Excellent payback for that prank he pulled months ago where he posted her drivers’ license with her birthday highlighted in the main hallway. Nice touch, Miss Holloway. Maximum damage inflicted. I toast you with a second drink, now that my throat is no longer on fire.

SO – if the tit-grabbing and torrid relationship drama just aren’t enough for you, in comes Weird Kid Glen, who’s been sleeping in the Draper’s backyard playhouse for the last few days, waiting for Betty to come home. His mother wants to send him to live with his father, and he doesn’t want to go. Betty takes him inside for a meal and a change of clothes, and they hang out all day. While sitting on the couch watching cartoons, Glen takes her hand and says that he’s come to rescue her. Before she can set him straight though, in waltzes Carla with the kids, who have been staying with Francine while Betty was away. They go play with Glen, and Betty calls his mother, which Glen sees as the ultimate betrayal. Later, Betty and Glen’s mother talk, and an unlikely friendship develops since they’re both separated and struggling with being heads of household. I’m kind of glad about this, because I like that sassy redhead. I think she’ll bring a much-needed dash of daring into Betty’s play-it-straight existence. Too bad I won’t be seeing next week’s episode – I’m going on vacation (Crabby will fill in, and she's not nearly as much fun as me!) But I’ll be refreshed for the season finale, and hope you’ll come back to rehash the whole season with me! But for now…one last drink awaits.

Miz J, who works in advertising, has tons of opinions and a big mouth to broadcast them across the globe; however, the Internet saves her the trouble of yelling. Check out her blog at Miz J.

October 06, 2008

BUSINESS

Credit: Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

What's The Poor Mother of A Fast Talker To Do? Vote For The 'Vernita Lee Bailout'

By Crabby Golightly

SEEMS NO ONE IS IMMUNE FROM THIS ECONOMIC DOWNTURN, EVEN 'MOM' TO FORBES' FIRST AFRICAN-AMERICAN WOMAN BILLIONAIRE.

Poor Vernita Lee. Seems she hasn't been keeping up with her monthly bills, or else famous daughter Oprah Winfrey has stopped sending the checks. Oprah's mom Vernita has been sued because she has stopped making her $2,000 monthly payments to a Milwaukee, WI clothier she owes nearly $156,000.

Smited, Lee countersued last week, claiming that the upscale store was legally bound not to issue her credit as a result of a previous past-due imbroglio between the two parties, according to the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel quot;In 2002, Lee was ordered to pay $35,000 upfront and make monthly payments of $5,000 until another past-due bill of $174,285 was paid, according to court records,'' the paper reported. "As part of the resolution of that case, the court order dismissing the case included the phrase, "Valentina Boutique, Inc., shall not at any time extend further store credit to the Defendant, Vernita Lee."

So what's a poor momma to do?

We think the right thing is to help the downtrodden. Especially if that means helping the woman who begat Oprah, one of the world's most insatiable consumer appetites. Who, in turn, feeds America's consumerist culture, for which publishers and producers of luxe lines fall daily to their knees to give thanks.

So if you have a few dollars to spare, let's all show our appreciation for one of the machines that makes America's mighty engine roar. At this time of national need, let's save Oprah the expense of paying her momma's debt. Let's -- God help us -- carry her weight. To those of you who can, send even a few dollars to help 'Bail Out Oprah's Mom'. You can send your contribution to Valentina, C/O Joseph Niebler, N14W23833 Stone Ridge Drive, Suite 350, Waukesha, WI 53188.

The future president of the USA, whomever he might be, and Oprah, will thank you.

BREAKING NEWS

Janet Jackson in concertBritney Spears

Seeking Celebrity Rescue For My News-Addled Mind

By Crabby Golightly BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! NA NA NA NA! ZZZ! ZZZ! ZZZ! ZZZZ!

MUST ...BLOCK...OUT ...THE... NOISE ...AROUND... ME.

Congressional leaders are going to try to pass -- yes -- the WALL STREET BAILOUT -- again on Wednesday. Good luck with that. The absence of leadership from our presumed next president Barack Obama is becoming increasingly noticeable. I haven't believed the hype for a minute but at this point I'm praying that he really is the next messiah.

BLAH BLAH, LA LA LA LA, TICK TOCK. CAN'T...HEAR...ANYTHING.

Dems and Republicans take turn blaming each other for the failed bailout. News photos Tuesday are thankfully devoid of photos of Nancy Pelosi, Barney Frank and a new crew of Dems took stage to annouce a new vote.

What's the rush? The DOW recovered 500 points from Monday's dive to 777. Where will Dennis Kuchinich be on Friday when we'll need him most? THANK God I was too busy to stare at George Bush's monkey face all day on the web.

SHHH BLA BLAB LA ZZZZ. CAN'T ...COPE...POWERLESS ...TO... CHANGE...ANYTHING.

WAIL! WAH! FADING TO BITTER.

Wait! Did you hear about the judge who dissed Sharon Stone for wanting to Botox her son's smelly feet? Wow, that's crazy! And she seemed so normal, except when she was on the big screen showing her twat. But that was ACTING, right?

Oh, my gawd! Janet Jackson had to be rushed to the hospital! No one's saying what landed her there. The news is all hush-hush, just some comment from an anonymous source saying her body ain't what it used to be. So who's is?

AHHHH...WHOOSH...FEELING MUCH CALMER NOW.

And aren't rumors still buzzing about a sex tape with Britney and her ex-sociopathic pap? The one who's getting divorced now? Wow, that poor girl has gone through enough, don't cha think? Poor, poor Britney.

But at least her house isn't getting foreclosed on, huh? Lucky girl.

October 01, 2008