This Recording: In Which We Await the Imminent Robot Takeover
There are really only two reasons to watch Cherry 2000.
1.) You’re an insomniac whose penchant for Battlestar takes you to the SciFi channel at 3am, or
2.) You have this theory that you tend to divulge whilst intoxicated on dates about how exactly the inevitable robot takeover is going to happen, and Cherry 2000 happens to be a 1987 Melanie Griffith film about futuristic sex robots.
This Recording: In Which This Is Not Love
John Hughes rightly concerned himself with crushes, infatuations, the first flushes of like—developments that can realistically be covered in two hours. Molly Ringwald scores the popular bro and Eric Stoltz learns that there is such a thing as upward penis mobility for the working class redhead. Real love is boring and unwatchable. This is not love:
I LOVE The Smiths.
Wait, you like The Smiths?
Yeah! (sings) ‘To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die’ Love ‘em.
Bitch Magazine: Wee Are The Champions
It’s no surprise that competitive eating draws both avid fans and disgusted jeers: America is obsesssed with both food and the denying of it. And it’s this fact that makes the ascendancy of female competitive eaters all the more fascinating.
The Awl: The Man Who Was Richard Elvern Marsh, Sky “Sunshine” Saxon and Arelich Aquarian: An Appreciation
A brief history non-lesson: In the 60’s everyone except your parents was tripping on acid and spilling the dream juice of sexual liberation all over their translucent muumuus. Music was at the forefront of this cultural cabal—maybe you’ve heard of Woodstock. And then this guy came to Hollywood to audition for Tarzan only to fail as an actor, find yoga, and turn his fortune around by starting a health food restaurant at the corner of Sunset and Sweetzer called The Source.
Alternet: Fake Boobs, Donald Trump and Miss USA: Why Do Trashy Beauty Pageants Still Exist?
The latest tabloid controversy over the Miss USA pageant yet again begs the question: Why is anyone taking this stuff seriously?