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You never know, as garbage-feeding bloggers, whether or not you’ll get fucked by the wrong famous-for-nothing going sober or the world’s worst couple getting divorced. Will you run out of sordid news fodder? What might you have to complain about? Will your blogging career be downgraded to a month-long series of clever Facebook status updates and a few choice tweets? Oh lordy, the stress!
So it’s always good to know that the world will soon be hit by a fruitful period of shame, therefore guaranteeing you good work for months and months to come (dare I say it–years?).
Imagine my relief, friends, when I saw this breaking news today:
Phew. Phew, phew, phew. 2010 is going to be a busy year for DISGRASIAN!
Meet Jialing Chen. He’s 62 years old and works on Wall Street. He’s not an investment banker, however; he’s Sad Panda (and SpongeBob SquarePants some days). The Guangzhou-native-turned-permanent-U.S.-resident–who lost his Chinese restaurant waiter job in 2007 because his mother died and, as the eldest son, had to return to China to make funeral arrangements–makes $30 on a good day as Sad Panda. His wife works 7 days a week as a private nurse so that they can afford health care. Nevertheless, at the end of this month, Chen will lose his health insurance.
(interview/video by Columbia J-School student Michelle Tay)
When people talk about the recession being over, think of Sad Panda (and the other 15 million unemployed Americans). When people drag their feet on health care reform, think of Sad Panda. Shoot, when you think your life sucks or your job blows, think of Sad Panda.
Filed under: Forgotten People, Health Care, Health Care Bill, Health Care Reform, Immigrants, Jialing Chen, Michelle Tay, Pandas, Sad Panda, The Recession, The Recession Over, The Working Poor, Unemployment
Having spent years working in TV, I know one universal truth about projects “in development”–there’s a 99% chance that they’ll never see the light of day.
Still, when Hollywood Rag reports that Bai Ling is set to star in Hydrophobia, a famous director’s horror flick (Currently, ah, still in development), as a “sexy femme fatale who lures both men and women into the pool, appearing as a sexy vixen at first who then morphs into an Alien-like creature with razor-sharp piranha teeth capable of opening her mouth as wide as a python to bite a man’s head off,” I get interested quick. Damn quick.
Sure, it sounds inconceivable. Maybe a little stupid. Maybe a little fake. But perhaps Hydrophobia simply seems like a film that won’t ever happen because it’s too good to be true.
Frankly, I’d like to see this film next year, and I believe the rest of you do as well. We are talking about Bai Ling as an Alien-like creature with razor-sharp piranha teeth, for chrissake, and that’s good shit that shouldn’t live in theory. The concept is so crazy that it could work. And Bai Ling is so crazy that she can do that work. Which leads me to one incredible conclusion:
Um, okay, so I’m not exactly sure how this discovery factors into the unemployment crisis, but I feel like I should send this scientific research to a czar somewhere.
For those of you as worried as I was about the financial stability and respective career futures of Gwen Stefani’s Harajuku Girls during the No Doubt-revival-world-tour/vomitous-Gwen Stefani-solo-career-interim, have no fear!
Jen just informed me that the Girls are booked solid with future events–Gwen would never leave them high and dry!
They’ll be busy peddling Gwen’s Harajuku Lovers perfume. Handing out samples and stuff.
Like, while riding a float in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade.
Gwen Stefani’s ska-pop launching pad, No Doubt, has announced an official reunion tour (via an unlikely iChat conversation) on their official website.
That’s good news for those of us who holiday-skanked to “Oi to the World” during the mid-nineties, cry whenever they listen to the lyrics of “Bathwater,” have a crush on Tony Kanal, or are willing to forgive a band of Orange County brats that traveled to the islands, messed around with a few steel drums, emerged with a record splattered with grafitti font, and called the whole damn thing Rock Steady as if it could embody the spirit of a whole genre. Good news. Great news!
But bad news indeed for a couple of silent Harajuku Girls, who, now out of work, might finally have a reason to look so glum: