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Check out this video of two toddlers dancing and singing “Hey Ya.” You’re welcome. [YouTube]
Actor/comedian/doctor and all-around Amazian Ken Jeong might be the best dressed photo-bomber of all time. [GQ]
Gawker’s compiled the best memes inspired by the Murdoch Bitch-Slap Hearing. [Gawker]
Wonder how Wendi Murdoch married a billionaire? Wonder no more, as the Beijing Moral Education Center for Women is teaching Chinese ladies the “morals” of marrying rich. Or something like that. [Yahoo!]
Filed under: Beijing Moral Education Center for Women, David Sedaris, GQ, Intern Jasmine's Links of the Daysian, Jeff Yang, Ken Jeong, Nissan, Nissan LEAF, Rupert Murdoch, U.K. Guardian, Wendi Deng Murdoch, Wendi Murdoch, YouTube
I know you’ve got a forthcoming album to promote, so you’re going to have to give a gajillion interviews loaded with controversial statements, so that blogs will have something to write about, so that Twitter will get a new trending topic, so that you’ll generate more buzz, so that the wheels will get greased, so that the whole machine behind making you a pop star will get cranking, but I’m going to need you to stop talking for a while, okay?
Because every time I read another interview with you, I like you less and less. And I like you a lot. And I’d like it to stay that way. But it’s kind of impossible when you say things like you’re living in Brentwood because you can’t afford New York. Not that I’m not curious about why you’re living in Brentwood. But, as HuffPo pointed out, real estate there goes for $636 a square foot. You know what would be revolutionary and guerrilla-style? If you said something like, “I’m a mom now, and Brentwood’s safe” or “I’m rich now, where do you want me to live?” or “I like how unchallenging Brentwood is, I don’t have to be cool here” or even something hilariously bourgie like, “I picked Brentwood because I fell in love with this particular house.” You want to get heads spinning? Tell me you’re a Westside–and, uh, I don’t mean in the 2PAC sense–soccer mom. But tell me you’re living in Brentwood because you can’t afford other places, and I want to punch you, as Diana would say, in the neckmeat.
You’re an artist and a storyteller, and we love it when you embellish the truth–as the GQ profile I’m talking about points out you often do–but we don’t like it when you’re dishonest, not so much in the factual sense, but in the emotional sense. So the only Continue reading ROCK OF ASIAN: Less Talking, More Rocking, M.I.A.
Filed under: Brentwood Sucks, GQ, Ladies Who Rock, Lynn Hirschberg, M.I.A., M.I.A. GQ Interview, Maya Arulpragasam, Rocking My Face Off, Sri Lanka, STFU, Stop Talking, Tamils, Terrorism, Truffle Fries
I remember hearing about Rielle Hunter’s pregnancy through the drunken, gossipy grapevine of politicos on Super Tuesday of 2008. Pollsters and pundits were huddled down in drab enclaves at Manchester, NH drinking holes to avoid the bitter cold. Dennis Kucinich had just finished some pub beef something-or-other in the booth next to me. Right then, a fiery HuffPo blogger slid into the seat across from mine, and spilled: “John Edwards knocked some woman up. She’s having the baby and they have a cover-up story. No one in the press is saying anything because of Elizabeth’s cancer, but we all know.” He swooped back out.
There had been some tabloid speculation about Hunter before this, but few Americans knew or investigated. After hearing about the lovechild, I naturally watched with fascination as the saga eventually panned out. On February 27, Hunter had the baby. In July, the National Enquirer broke a story about Edwards visiting his new daughter at the Beverly Hilton (see above photo). After many public denials, Edwards finally admitted to paternity of Hunter’s child in August 2008. Since then, almost everyone involved has said their piece, and it only gets more interesting.
Very little, however, was said by Hunter while this was all going down, which is why Newsweek recently penned a story praising the “quiet dignity” of the mistress of a terminally ill woman’s politician husband.
GQ nabbed her first official words on the matter, a transcribed Q&A that weighs in at nearly 10,000 words (that’s what happens when you hold it in for so long!). Within the interview, she candidly addresses the flaws in others’ accounts, professes her love for Edwards, and talks timeline. In an effort to save you time reading, I’ve boiled her tale down to the important stuff:
1. Hunter calls Edwards “Johnny,” which is apparently the name on his birth certificate.
2. Hunter firmly believes that Mr. Pantsonfire never lies to her.
3. Elizabeth Edwards is scary as shit. She’ll chop your motherfucking dick off.
Filed under: Andrew Young, Bad ideas, Creepy Photos, Elizabeth Edwards, Eww, GQ, HuffPo, John Edwards, Lovechild, MILF? ICK!, Mistresses, Oy, People With No Shame, Politicians, Rielle Hunter, Scandal, Shameful Pictures, Shameless Photo Ops, Speaking Up, Super Tuesday, Terminal Illness
Hails from: Massachusetts
Occupation: Baseball color commentator and retired pitcher
Ron Darling is my older man-crush. Sure, the Hapa pitcher was on the cover of GQ when he was younger, but I find him really hot right now, with his salt-and-pepper hair and that middle-aged thickness (which doesn’t work at all for, say, Cal Ripken, Jr., who is 48, like Darling, but looks like a marshmallow). I also love those sleepy eyes, that yummy caramel skin, and that name (try saying it over and over–it’s fun). And the Yale-educated Darling is doing a decent job providing color commentary for TBS during the playoffs–and by “decent job” I mean not talking too much and not coming off as some backwater Bubba, a la Tim McCarver or Rick Sutcliffe–not that I need anything from him other than to shut up and look pretty.
Excerpts from supermodel/crazian/journalista Naomi Campbell’s interview with Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez were released to the press this week, but only DISGRASIAN got an exclusive of that conversation before its final edit.* The phone-thrower’s sitdown with Chavez with be published in full tomorrow in the UK edition of GQ.
NAOMI: President Chavez, what do you think of me?
HUGO: You’re completely crazy.
NAOMI: Yes, yes. I have been told that, a time or two.
HUGO: We’re seeing the fall of the empire. Like the fairy tale, the emperor is naked.
NAOMI: I just love being naked. I’m sorry, does it bother you that I’m doing this in the nude?
HUGO: Why not? [takes off shirt to make Naomi feel more comfy] Touch my muscles!
NAOMI: Have you ever seen Prince Charles with his shirt off?
HUGO: I like the Prince. Now he has Camilla, his new girl. She’s not as attractive, is she?
NAOMI: Certainly not as attractive as me, don’t you think? And I’d hardly call Camilla a “girl,” but let’s just keep that between us.
HUGO: Pinkie swear.
NAOMI: Pinkie swear! I love it! Now, back to clothes, which we’re both unhindered by at the moment…who do you think is the reigning political fashionista of our time?
HUGO: Fidel, of course! His uniform is impeccable. His boots are polished, his beard is elegant. I’ll admit, I kind of have a man-crush on him.
NAOMI: A man-crush? How divine! You are adorable, President Chavez, absolutely adorable.
HUGO: Do we have to put our clothes back on now? I’m sort of getting used to this.
*Click here for the real excerpts from Naomi’s interview. Very little of what President Chavez had to say was altered in this transcript. Fer serious.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Jim Nelson, GQ editor-in-chief, who wrote in this month’s issue to readers, “visualize what you want (an Alfa Romeo? Leather pants? An Asian whore?),” is a CHEESEDICK in desperate need of a blowjob (and, uh, good fucking luck trying to get it from an Asian sista). It’s not the first time we’ve been called whores, and it won’t be the last.
Nelson has since backpedaled and told Page Six, “…I’m skewering a Western attitude that one ought to find noxious. The notion that Westerners can have and exploit whatever they want.”
Uh-huh. And how do you spell BULLSHIT in Cheesedickese?
“Gong Li is a sellout whore. What little respect I had for her was completely destroyed the moment I found out about the upcoming movie, ‘Miami Vice’”
2) From the forum of yellowworld:
“ASIAN WOMEN WHO DON’T DIG ASIAN MEN ARE ALL WHORES. THEY HAVE No JUtificATION FOR BEING SUCH SLLUTS!!!11 THEY ARE OURS AND SHOULD KNOW THAT!!! RACIAL BACKGROUND MAKES US ALL THE SAME. DIFFERENT RACES ARE LIKE DIFFERNT SPECIES. ASIAN WOMAN ARE ONLY SUPPOSED TO MATE WITH ASIAN MEN!!111!! IF yOU ARE AN ASIAN WOMAN WHO LOVES A WHITE MAN, YOU ARE AUTOMATICALLY A WHORE BECAUSE YOU’VE VIOLATED THE SOCIAL XCONTRACT!!!! NO ONE CAN TRUST YOUR WORD!! ”
3) From the Model Minority: A Guide to Asian American Empowerment forum:
“Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 12:07 am Post subject: Disgrasian Blog
The blog discusses the same subjects that we do and is written by 2 AFs, but they seem to be SOWs. Discuss.”
SOW, by the way, is the acronym for “Sell Out Whore,” which is often a substitute for AF (Asian Female) in Intra-sian discussion.
So what’s up with that, my Asian brothers?
WE’VE GOT YOUR BACK. DO YOU HAVE OURS?