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ROCK OF ASIAN: Silversun Pickups
Okay, so the Silversun Pickups were nominated for a Grammy (in the category of Best New Artist, which ultimately went to the Zac Brown Band) and didn’t win. That kinda sucks, unless you believe in the “Best New Artist Curse,” in which case you may have been rooting against these adorable kids the whole time.
If anything, watching the Pickups attend their first big awards show (see video of their red carpet entrance below) served up a good lesson–albeit a hard lesson–in “winning isn’t everything.”
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Filed under: Alanis Morisette, Awards Shows, Best New Artist, Best New Artist Curse, Beyonce, Grammys 2010, Knapsack, Pink, Silversun Pickups, The Grammys, The Grammys Are A Music Mockery, Winning Isn't Everything, Zac Brown Band
Andrea Kremer Loves Every Color But Breast Pink
I spent the weekend in the City of Fountains, Kansas City (Missouri, not Kansas), marveling at the waterworks that have been tinted pink for Breast Cancer Awareness Month:
I investigated–not Kool-Aid
“Eff your lady lumps!”Instead, Kremer wore another aggressive color: bright fucking banana yellow.
Hey, y’all know we love ourselves some yellow (!!!), but this is getting ridiculous.
[NFL Shop: 2009 Breast Cancer Awareness Gear]
[Susan G. Komen For The Cure - Official Site]
Filed under: Breasts, Cancer Is Horrible, NFL, Pink, Shameful Behavior, Sunday, Weak Protests, Why?
Hooray For Boobies: NFL Dons Pink For Breast Cancer, Andrea Kremer Goes Rogue
So wait. Nearly the entire NFL donned fuschia pink this week, in awesome support of Breast Cancer Awareness. Damn cool.
Why , then, did Sunday Night Football’s Andrea Kremer feel the need to answer to pink with powder blue–as in a wacky powder-blue-leather-motorcycle-jacket monstrosity?
Where’s the pink, Andrea?
Does she have something against boobies? Come on! Breasts are awesome!
Breasts rule (And yes, um, those are, um, mine*), let’s keep ‘em healthy!
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Filed under: Boobies, Boobs, Breasts, Cancer Is Horrible, Cures, NFL, Pink
PInk Ai
Pink and Bai ling bring their unwanted midriffs to a Wendy’s during Coachella weekend
PINK: God, Coachella was so hot. I’m glad we got the hellz outta there.
BAI LING: It so hot!
PINK: Now that we’ve finished our Bacon burgers, let’s pose in front of the Wendy’s menu. Like an ironic hot picture. Cuz we are fucking sizzling sex bitches and fast food is for the commoners.
BAI LING: Yes! I looking hot and sexy in my tiny top! With a hot, greasy man in front of a hot, greasy fast food house!
PINK: What man?
BAI LING: You. You man.
PINK: I’m not a man. I’m a rock star.
BAI LING: Rock?
PINK: Well, I like to think of myself as kind of a pioneer of butch-top 40-punk rockish-pop.
BAI LING: I like punk rock!
PINK: But I’m a chick, you bitch. I came out when Britney was huge. I married a professional motocross dude and we made wedding loogies. The marriage wasn’t great, but the loogies rocked.
BAI LING: So, you not a man.
PINK: No, I’m Pink! I’m Punk!
BAI LING: So, you not a man.
PINK: Look at this, girl. (points to mid-section) I am one hundred percent wo-man.
BAI LING: Is that supposed to be ironic?
Filed under: Bai Ling Is Endless Fodder, Coachella, Fast Food, Hot Days, Irony is for Hipsters, Midriff Tops Make Me Sad, Pink, What did Wendy ever do to deserve this?
Mourning is a Trend
Fame whore and “Interior Designer” Bobby Trendy appeared on The Tyra Banks Show last week to articulate his very necessary thoughts on the life and death of Anna Nicole Smith, as well as extend his five or six minutes of borrowed fame vis a vis the gluttony and boredom of daytime television audiences.
Meanwhile, if you’ve passed by his La Cienega showroom in the last couple of weeks (side question/note: Who is he banging? How can he afford this overhead? Who pays this man real money to staple fuschia feather boas onto pink chenille pillows? If there is someone this stupid with this much money to burn, I need this person to finance my movie…), you may have noticed his attempt at a subtle–albeit somehow more repugnant–cry for attention: a solitary framed photo of Ms. Smith displayed on a sad, hideous showroom chair.
Bobby. Here’s the thing: You disgust me. And here’s why: Your gaysian and outrasian shtick is more than tacky, it’s the stuff of hell. It gives me fuzzy pink nightmares. It gives me pepto bismol-colored heaves.
More reasons:
You wear too much lip gloss.
You wear “custom-made outfits.” Every day.
And possibly worst of all…
“We’re-semi-quasi-half-true-some-of-the-time-and-okay-with-that database” Wikipedia reports:
Bobby Trendy is a Vietnamese-American interior decorator, designer and television personality. According to his publicist, his birth name is Robert Trendih[1]. A certificate of incorporation for a company known as Bobby Trendy, Inc, indicates his real name may be Robert Trinh.
And I believe them.
You
are
a
DISGAYSIAN.
Go
Away.
Filed under: Anna Nicole Smith, Bobby Trendy, Hangers-On, Pink, Ugly Things, Whores
