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Well, we gotta give Rep. Weiner credit for one thing…
…even his penis (X-rated pic-of-pic for the pervs here) leans to the left.
However, everything else about Weiner’s overexposed weiner (har-dee-har) is pretty damn annoying. Even the fact that we’re still talking about it is annoying. Sorry, guys!
The thing is, we can’t ignore the fact that “Weinergate” and all that it has inspired (like another fifteen minutes for Andrew Breitbart) had no competition this week in terms of disgrace. After all, it’s hard to beat the trifecta of indignant dishonesty/poor social media skills/betrayal of family, agreed?
All we know is that Weiner has one hell of an apology to prepare for his forthcoming first child. We can only imagine that he’ll deliver it the classy way that the publicly shamed do in this day and age–Twitter! Something like:
Although IOHO, he and his fellow public officials should reeeeeally think twice about EVER hitting that “Tweet” button. EVER.
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Last week, I caught up with the goings-on of NY fashion week almost entirely through the musings of our pals The Fug Girls for NY Mag, who thankfully survived a 20-minute fashionista pileup at the Erin Fetherston show, multiple uses of those hideous Port-a-Johns in Lincoln Center, and about a zillion (which is probably a zillion too many) sightings of the newly-single Vanessa Hudgens:
But aside from The Fug Girls’ fun anecdotes, stories about this annual fashion clusterfuck tend to just annoy and/or confuse me. Maybe I’m grouchy because I need a new bag. And some new booties. And a new brown pleather minidress. And I’m suffering from a raging case of lady hormones. And I’m freezing my arse off (LA’s in the 50s right now–but it feels like 37 degrees in my house), so looking at a bunch of skinny people with bare legs instead of winter coats in February in cold-ass New York just makes me feel COLDER.
Now London is celebrating its own Fashion Week, and I can’t seem to deal with it either. My fingers are freezing just as I type the word “fashion.” Is that why I can’t look at these pictures of you outside the Burberry show, Gemma Chang? Whoever you are? Who are you?
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I used my sister’s California drivers license as a fake ID from age 14 to 20. She’s eight years older, four inches shorter, and about 20 pounds lighter than me. I remember using the faker in Vegas with a mouthful of braces to win $160 in blackjack, during high school to get into 21+ shows, and all through college to stock my liquid-soaked house parties with coconut-flavored rum and Wild Turkey. Look, if the person checking my face was too dumb to tell us apart, who was I to point out their inadequacies? And for crying out loud, if a Parrot Bay and Wild Turkey purchase isn’t a dead giveaway of total underage-ness, I don’t know what is.
Is benefiting from some dork thinking all Asians look alike wrong? I don’t know. Do I care? Eh, not really.
Gawker reported this morning that three Japanese Lolitas (image above is not them) crashed Tom Ford’s ultra-secret, 100-seat fashion week party Monday night (just one bash, according to a tipster, of many among “the hottest parties all around town.”) Clad in platforms and pinafores, the trio gained entry by saying that one of them was Vogue Nippon editor-in-chief Mitsuko Watanabe, whose photo is to the right (One can only infer that Watanabe rarely, if ever, rocks her homeland’s esoteric, dirty-little-girl street style).
Unfortunately for the imposter and her party pals, Watanabe had already arrived and was seated in her, er, seat. The jig was quickly up and the girls were sent on their merry way. But the coup did happen–success for the Japanese Lolita tricksters! Can you blame them for trying? And succeeding?
Look, if the hoighty-toighty party list weilders are too stupid to tell them apart…
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The man who jumped from the Empire State Building’s 86th floor observation deck Tuesday has been identified as 21 year-old, Austin, TX native Cameron Dabaghi, a junior at Yale majoring in East Asian Studies.
A 10 foot-high spiked fence encircles that observation deck. The AP reports that there were 7 other people on the 86th floor terrace at the time, and one person tried to talk Dabaghi out of it as he climbed over the fence.
Apparently he left a suicide note in his dorm room saying he was sorry, and that he would either be jumping from the George Washington Bridge or the Empire State Building.
The fact that Dabaghi left a note, traveled from New Haven to New York, and picked the tallest building in the city that isn’t the easiest place to jump from–only about 30 suicides have occurred from the Empire State Building since its opening in 1931–suggests to me that he had given a lot of thought to his final act. I’m assuming he took the Metro-North train into New York–the easiest way to get from Yale to the city–which gave him two-plus hours to contemplate what he was about to do. Did he think about turning back? Sometimes when there’s time between the suicidal impulse and the act itself, that’s enough to save a person’s life. In this case, it wasn’t.
[HuffPo: Cameron Dabaghi ID'd As Empire State Building Jumper: Yale Student Commits Suicide From Empire State Building Observation Deck]
[Houston Chronicle: Yale student plunged from Empire State Building]
[NY Times Magazine: The Urge to End It All]
Remember Tze Chun’s film, Children of Invention–the one that racked up all those awards and accolades during the festival rounds last year? It’s hitting theaters in New York and Los Angeles for a week, starting tonight.
Both cities offer Q&A sessions with filmmaker and talent. See showtimes below:
Look, we know everyone’s busy… but there’s a small window (barely a week!) to see this Continue reading New Yawkers/Angelenos, Time To Hit The Thea-tuh [Children Of Invention Theatrical Debut]
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Name: Peggy Wang
Hails from: Brooklyn
Why She’s a Babe: Besides rocking badass broom bangs, a darling hipster fashion sense, and one absolutely perfect pucker, she’s basically our dream chick. This lady sports great taste in web filler, bears a deep love for hard liquor, puts her piano talents to good use, Continue reading BABEWATCH: Peggy Wang
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THE NO PANTS EPIDEMIC LIVES ON. AND IT’S ONLY GONNA GET WORSE.
HAPPENING RIGHT NOW: at least four people have been killed, dozens shot, and more taken hostage at a Binghamton, NY American Civic Association, which offers services to immigrants.
When we woke up to this news, we dreaded hearing eyewitness accounts that the gunman (who is still in the building) was Asian. But those accounts keep coming.
Watch the story unfold at CNN.com.
*Update: Local News 10 (aired on televised CNN) just reported that two men of Asian descent have been removed from the building in handcuffs by officers in regular police uniforms.
[CNN: 12 die, up to 40 held hostage in Binghamton shootings]
Well, we’re afraid the Associated Press has called it:
…and to that, there are so many things one could say to Spitzer right now. For instance:
“Was ‘Kristen’ very clean?”
“Does this mean you’re no longer a superdelegate?”
“Our parents are disappointed in you.”
“Does this mean our lunch is off?”
“Wednesday! We thought you’d hold out until at least Friday.”
Instead, I think I’ll just say what I actually keep thinking:
“Elliot. This is a a major bummer, a truly tragic affair. I feel for you and the fact that you’ve been singled out in this insane scandal, that your career is destroyed, that instead of being remembered for cleaning up New York you will forever be known as ‘Client 9.’ The media keeps discussing how you and your career might bounce back from this. But I don’t even care, really, when it comes down to it. The real victims here are your family: your pretty wife, your teenage daughters. I picture them, humiliated, their heads hung in shame, broken-hearted by the broken image of their dad. Will they bounce back?”