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Happy birthday to William Hung, who turned 27 this week!
Though he hasn’t produced a record in years, Hung has somehow hung (ahem) out prominently in our minds–like sticky rice on the back of a wooden spoon–until present. Most Hung-related memories make us want to drag him out from his hole just to slap him silly, just because he so famously embodied for millenials every marshmallow-faced, Engrish-speaking, penis-shrinking stereotype we (like our hero, Bruce Lee) have ever tried to kick to the curb.
So here’s hoping now that Hung’s a little bit older, he’s also a bit wiser (and for all of you quick-draw commenters, I know he’s plenty book smart, but we’re talking wisdom here). Maybe he’ll find a way to channel all of that “attitude and charisma” into something wonderful, like medical school or law school (kidding)! Listen, we’re stoked as long as he’s not making us all look like clowns. Anymore.
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A friend of mine who works as a public defender in New York once told me that he doesn’t like putting animal lovers on juries because they tend to love animals more than they do people. Universally true or not, this could certainly be said for French animal-rights wacktivist Brigitte Bardot, who was convicted yesterday of inciting racial hatred in a 2006 letter to then-Interior Minister Nicolas Sarkozy, in which she complained that Muslims were “destroying us, destroying our country by imposing its acts.” The letter was later published in her foundation’s journal.
Bardot was fined for the offense, which is her FIFTH CONVICTION for inciting racial hatred. Her lawyer said after the conviction that Bardot “has the impression that people want to silence her,” but he could not confirm whether or not it was all that hateration that has made his client’s face–once the “Face of France”–resemble a stale, puckered, marshmallowy abortion.