Grey Gardens coming to HBO

Jezebel posted today that a new Grey Gardens is coming to HBO starring Drew Barrymore.

It's a remake of the 1975 documentary that depicts the life of the eccentric aunt and cousin of Jackie O, Edith Ewing Bouvier Beale and her daughter Edith Bouvier Beale.

The original documentary looks fantastic (see below) but the new version looks great also. You can watch the trailer on Jezebel here.

Pot Psychology

I love this segment on Jezebel. Thought I would share.


Are You Guys Gonna Breakup? from Pot Psychology on Vimeo.

Jezebel: "Twilight's Stephenie Meyer Admits Her Writing Sorta Sucks"

Stephenie Meyer was profiled in Vogue, which means all of us Twilight freaks get a chance to grasp at something in between Twilight movie fixes.

It also means that Meyers' critics get another stab at denigrating her writing.

Jezebel isn't a huge fan of Meyer's books, and went so far as to say that Meyer admitted that she "sorta sucks" in the interview. Even if the headline was written to attract clicks I think it goes a step past sensationalism. Sure she's not the greatest writer, but just because she admitted that she's "still an amateur" and "avoided creative writing in college for fear of criticism" doesn't mean she's admitting she sucks.

We might harbor some resentment towards her for putting off writing Midnight Sun "indefinitely," and even I have admitted that I don't think she's an incredibly talented writer (after reading them twice I might add), but I believe that people are just looking for reasons to hate her.

Listen, writing is a hard, tough thing. You expose yourself and put yourself out there for criticism on a mass scale. People tend to pick on Meyer because her books were ridiculously successful. Okay, so she's no James Joyce but she's not claiming to be either. People read her books and connected with them so obviously she's doing something right.

Meyer went on to say, "I'm not critical of others, but I am very critical of myself." Maybe the rest of us can follow her example.

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Thanks Jezebel for the cute image.

Lent Begins

Today is Ash Wednesday, also the first day of Lent. Every year I have given up something substantial, from alcohol to meat. This year I decided to give up something that I feel I have been hooked on for awhile--something I know will be extremely difficult for me to face.

Gossip blogs.



That's right. No more Perez, no more Pink is the New Blog, etc. I will continue to read Jezebel but only those blogs non-celebrity related.

It's going to be really hard! Don't laugh! It's almost an automatic response--I turn on the computer open a browser and type "gmail.com crtl+T, jezebel.com crtl+t, perezhilton.com crtl+T" and on and on and on. I'm truly going to have to train myself to not visit the blogs or pick up a mag at the grocery store.

Please wish me luck with this difficult endeavor.

I was also thinking of giving up carbs, but I like to be realistic.

Fleur Couture? More like Thrift Shop of Horrors

Valentino's Spring Couture 2008.

What's scarier? The dress or her CHEST?

Actually, most of the collection is pretty horrific. And sadly, it was Valentino's last Valentino designed collection ever.

p.s. I vote her chest.

Demure Couture

Jezebel says 'Ouch!'

I say Ouch la la!




























beautifully constructed
heart givenchy

Bill Maher Visits the BM, Hilarity Ensues

Bill Maher took a trip to the Fox Hills Malls right next to my old office at iMedia to ask Mall-goers who they were going to vote for. Barack or 'Billary.' I love the staunch honesty of Maher and how he says exactly what he means. Some of my favorite quotes from the video:

Girl: "You want the honest truth?"
Bill: "No, Bullshit me."
Girl: "I'm going to vote for the black guy cause he's black."

Bill Maher to a young gentlemen who "doesn't pay attention" to politics and doesn't think a "girl" would be a good president.
Bill: "You know what, maybe you're right. You shouldn't vote."

You can watch the video on Jezebel here,

Black Women Choose Barack Over Billary

I told you so

I'm not such a heartless bitch after all.

Headline from Jezebel:

How Young is Too Young for Plucking?

Image of the day

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This shit is crazy.

Remember that Jezebel Happy Hour?

The one that I went to last Friday? Where I endorsed the trannie porn? Well I was trying to figure out what was so weird about Molly, the organizer of the event when Boyan blurted out, "Are you kidding me, she was stoned!" And when I thought about it, it made so much sense. THEN I read this on her blog to confirm it:

hostage

As I'm writing this, I'm in the Long Beach airport. I love this airport, and while the cab from Koreatown costs about 20 dollars more than the ride to LAX, I choose it time after time as long as I have the option. There are a few reasons: First, it's small. There are four airlines that fly out of here and one of them is JetBlue, the best airline that I have ever had the privilege of riding. Secondly, the staff is very courteous. There's no hustle in the security line, you can crack jokes with the guards. Third and probably most important to a girl like myself is that you can quite easily smuggle a bag of weed in your underwear.

Sneaking it in the underwear is key if you don't want to check your bag. You can wrap it up in a bunch of ziplocks and sink it to the bottom of your shampoo bottle in a checked bag, but then you run the risk of hyperventilating up until you get on the plane. I have had some of the most fearful moments of my life between bag check-in and boarding, just waiting there for the cops to walk up to me and tell me that they need to discuss the contents of my suitcase.

Some would say that it's a true testament to my lack of street cred that I don't have a stash waiting for me on the other coast, but I dismiss this for two reasons: 1) I has the dank Cali buds at my disposal and 2) I want to start ripping immediately after I get of the plane. This is best executed if I bring my own weed, roll a J in the plane bathroom and find an alleyway to stand in while I get my head right.

See you in New York, Fags...

It explains so much.

Sunday Nofunday.

Mreh mreh mreh. It's Sunday, which means tomorrow is Monday, which means I have to go to work and start the countdown to Friday once again.

Friday.

Boyan and I were on our way to meet some of my co-workers at our neighborhood Chili's. I don't know why there was so much traffic on the road at 6pm on Friday night but it seemed as if it took us forever. We were turning onto Fullerton from Valley and making our way to Gale when we sped through the intersection crossing the railroad tracks and heard a very loud train whistle. At first we were confused. 'Why does that train sound so close? The lights haven't gone up, the crossing arms haven't gone down.' As we crossed over the train tracks we realized why. Looking to the right we were blinded by a very bright light and a train that looked to be less than 100 yards away from our car. I put my foot on the gas and raced across the tracks onto the other side. Boyan and I both reeling. How could the train crossing arms malfunction like that? Cars on the other side of the road realizing their danger also raced across the tracks and out of the way. Finally the train went by as the arms went down, but it was definitely a close call for all.

When we finally made it to Chili's we noticed that the parking lot was full. The entire parking lot at 6pm and people were crowding the doorways to get inside the restaurant. Evidence to my previous points that, there is in fact, nothing to do in West Covina...besides go to Chili's of course! We had a nice dinner and drinks with our co-workers and made it back home in time to prepare ourselves for a trip downtown for the Jezebel happy hour.

We made it to the bar the Prince by 10:30, just in time to meet up with our friend Catherine, who had braved the Los Angeles metro system to join us. Besides the fact that Boyan SWORE we were on 7th street gang turf (well, the bar IS on 7th street, but the gang hangs out a block away so I don't think we were in any real danger) the surrounding neighborhood seemed quiet, poster boards with korean writing littered the skyline amongst old hollywood hotels.

The Prince was like a bar I'd only dreamt about but never fully experienced. We entered a small red door and were greeted by a deep red glow in the old world, british/beef eater inspired bar. This is definitely a local hangout, despite being used in Thank you for Smoking, the bar hasn't caught on with the hipster crowd and remains to be a spot for koreans to get a nice meal and a beer. Most probably a Hite in fact which is what I had. A light korean beer that had "fresh beer taste" and was made with "natural water" was quite pleasant and refreshing.


It was only after I sat down the strange B.O. smell reached by nose, but by then I was too excited about being there and around new people to notice. The event was organized by Gawker's media girl Molly who in fact works for another gawker media branch fleshbot (nsfw). There were rumors that those who showed up would get free porn, and Molly delivered way more than expected. Although Boyan and I didn't take her up on the offer of "Trannie Sistas Pt. II" it was still very interesting to see what kinds of crazy stuff people actually get off on in this world. She did end up interviewing me on video about the evening, and asked me what types of porn I was looking at to which I responded "Oh well there is so much here to choose from, Trannie Sisters PT. II and Pantyhose hoes, what more can you ask for?"

I panicked, I freaked out (I'm not good on camera) and hopefully that won't follow me around for the rest of my life. Anyways, after that all kinds of political and religious debate ensued till we left at around midnight to head home back to the SG Valley.


That will have to be it for now. I will write about Saturday tomorrow, my internet connection at home keeps going out. Stayed tuned for tails of french dipped sandwiches, the man without a nose, the fake oldest house in California and the fire drill at the observatory.

It's Saturday, Like Whoa.

It's only Saturday and so much has already happened this weekend. So much has happened in fact, that I'm too exhausted to write about it until tomorrow. But here is what you have to look forward to:

1. Newegg happy hour with employees. Newegg employees get together, hilarity ensues.

2. Jezebel happy hour and free porn. Krisserin endorses trannie porn. Embarrassment ensues.

3. Visit to Philips in downtown, Olivera street and the Griffith Observatory. Hunger overcomes boredom which overcomes originality and confusion ensues.

Ponder that until tomorrow.

wtf...

Buttrug? BUTTRUG! BWHAHAHAHAHA!