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Norman Rogers recounts the summer he spent hiding from the stern love of his father and living as the world-famous “frisky mole boy” in the Groton, Connecticut sewer system. The Frisky Mole Boy of Groton seduced the women of the town and solved crimes, all while subsisting on a steady diet of depravity and confusion.

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    Entries in Entertainment (20)

    Sunday
    Jun062010

    How Can You Prove Beauty Bias in the First Place?

    Appearances are everything in natureBeing one of the beautiful people is a burden, but that's besides the point. Proving it? Proving that there is bias because someone is attractive? How would one go about that?

    If you are anything like me, you left the theater after Sex and the City 2 and thought, there ought to be a law against a looks-based culture in which the only way for 40-year-old actresses to be compensated like 40-year-old actors is to have them look and dress like the teenage daughters of 40-year-old actors. You can’t even look at Sarah Jessica Parker without longing to feed her croissants.

    Meet Deborah Rhode, a Stanford law professor who proposes a legal regime in which discrimination on the basis of looks is as serious as discrimination based on gender or race. In a provocative new book, The Beauty Bias, Rhode lays out the case for an America in which appearance discrimination is no longer allowed. That means Hooters can’t fire its servers for being too heavy, as allegedly happened last month to a waitress in Michigan who says she received nothing but excellent reviews but weighed 132 pounds. And the top management at Abercrombie & Fitch couldn’t hold weekly meetings, as they allegedly did, at which photos of its sales associates were reviewed and purged for any sign of breakouts, weight gain, or unacceptable quantities of ethnicity.

    Rhode is at her most persuasive when arguing that in America, discrimination against unattractive women and short men is as pernicious and widespread as bias based on race, sex, age, ethnicity, religion, and disability. Rhode cites research to prove her point: 11 percent of surveyed couples say they would abort a fetus predisposed toward obesity. College students tell surveyors they’d rather have a spouse who is an embezzler, drug user, or a shoplifter than one who is obese. The less attractive you are in America, the more likely you are to receive a longer prison sentence, a lower damage award, a lower salary, and poorer performance reviews. You are less likely to be married and more likely to be poor.

    Well, allow me to be the voice of reason here. Miss Rhode is conflating obesity with being unattractive. They are not exactly the same thing. You can be rail thin and ugly as a beast, and you can be obese and still be attractive. I wouldn't put too much stock into a supporting fact that sort of wanders off onto a separate tangent. Please show me the research that shows that, when told their baby would be butt-ugly, parents said that they would elect to abort. I'm sure it's out there. It would be a little more supportive.

    As to proving bias--good luck. You have to get a group of people--say a jury--to agree that so and so is attractive. Have you ever met twelve people who could agree on that? Check out a celebrity-oriented blog and look at the comments about a certain person's appearance.

    Here's a very stirring discussion as to whether or not Miley Cyrus has a camel toe rear end:

    Miley Cyrus decided to expose Lisbon to her underage camel toe over the weekend and you have to wonder who the hell thought this outfit was a good idea. Clearly Miley did, but she can't help the fact she grew up in the south where it's illegal to discuss anything related to the hole Jesus puts babies in. But her entire staff can't be backward-ass rednecks, can they? I mean, there had to be at least one person saying illegal moose-knuckle and blow-up doll faces don't belong on the same stage, threats of Billy Ray mullet wounds be damned.

    Given the fact that the young lady is 17 doesn't really do this nonsense justice.

    Here's why they are saying what they are saying:

    A rather unfortunate photo of Miss Miley Cyrus

    Is Miley Cyrus obese? Of course not. But there's a whole lot of "beauty bias" towards her because of her appearance. She is worth an estimated billion or or more dollars. She has her picture on nearly everything. And, in the comment thread of that post, you can find countless examples of how people react to her appearance. Some even go so far as to say they don't like how she looks.

    She's trying REALLY hard to be sexy, but it's just not working. She's just not pretty, sorry. Her face is funny, especially her mouth... and she's shaped like Gollum. That said, it's crazy how a girl so young and slim can have so much cellulite in pic #7.

    Oh and if that's true, I must say that Portugal is really fucked up. There's no way 14 should be legal.

    Now, given all of that, how do you reasonably expect a legal system made up of juries and the blind application of the rule of law to handle a "beauty bias" case? If people can't even agree on how Miley Cyrus looks, how are they going to agree on how a bank teller or a waitress looks?

    Wednesday
    Mar032010

    It Took This Long to Figure That Out?

    Live Aid, 1985

    Really, I would have thought that this would have come out a long time ago:

    Millions of dollars earmarked for victims of the Ethiopian famine of 1984-85 was siphoned off by rebels to buy weapons, a BBC investigation finds.

    Former rebel leaders told the BBC that they posed as merchants in meetings with charity workers to get aid money.

    They used the cash to fund attempts to overthrow the government of the time.

    One rebel leader estimated $95m (£63m) - from Western governments and charities including Band Aid - was channelled into the rebel fight.

    The CIA, in a 1985 assessment entitled Ethiopia: Political and Security Impact of the Drought, also alleged aid money was being misused.

    Its report concluded: “Some funds that insurgent organisations are raising for relief operations, as a result of increased world publicity, are almost certainly being diverted for military purposes.”

    It’s a worthwhile effort to try and do things for people, but, in the end, corruption and greed will always win. Better to spend your money on yourself, making sure you have enough hairspray and the right kind of dancing pants.

    Monday
    Dec142009

    If This Was a Better Economy, I'd Endorse This

    I hate to be the one to have to tell you this, but this is a fairly bad idea:

    Founded in Australia more than a decade ago, Gold Class Cinemas is a growing chain of luxury liner-like movie theaters that opened its first California location in Pasadena on Dec. 2. The hallmark of the “Gold Class experience,” as Graham Burke, chief executive of its parent company, Village Roadshow, likes to call it, is a small, glowing button on the table next to your seat that summons a black-clad server to your side.

    From this stealthy purveyor of privilege you can order a variety of food and drink or just request another pillow on which to rest your worthy head. Show up early and you can start the whole process in the ultra-luxe lounge. When it’s time for the movie to start, your server will escort you and your dinner to your seat. Each of the six theaters has no more than 40 seats, with seats placed in pods of two well out of earshot of the others — the whole process is relaxed and unhurried.

    The food, which is prepared on-site by a full-service kitchen headed up by chef Matthew Herter, includes options that are easy to eat in the dark, such as chinois chicken salad rolls, Wagyu beef sliders, charcuterie and potato chips with blue cheese fondue. It’s tasty but not out of this world.

    It’s shocking, really, that the Gold Class concept didn’t already exist in the entertainment capital of the world. It’s also shocking that Gold Class, which boasts nearly $30 tickets and $19 strip steak sandwiches, is throwing open its doors in the midst of the Great Recession. But according to Burke, that didn’t stop the theater from selling out five of its first seven nights and signing up more than 10,000 people for its movie club.

    Those may seem like good numbers, but remember—Gold Class Cinemas has four locations in this country right now. Four. It’s not exactly a household name, nor is it actually going to work. I give it a few more years, and then this thing will either establish itself as a permanent niche or die off altogether. We are no longer rolling in money, living high on the hog. Don’t expect any of these to open in Podunk, Alabama any time soon.

    I would say that what kills this idea is the flat screen television. You’re going to spend several thousand dollars on one, and then go to a Gold Class Cinema location not near you and spend over a hundred dollars so that you and your spouse can eat overpriced food in luxury chairs someone else’s fat ass spent three hours sitting in? Good luck with that.

    I hope I’m wrong, but I just don’t see it working. Americans are getting cheaper fast, and the movies aren’t that damned good anymore.

    Sunday
    Nov292009

    The Fantastic Mr. Fox is the Best Film of the Year

    The Fantastic Mr. Fox

    I don’t do film reviews.

    I do go out and see films. I love to watch films when I have the chance. I cannot claim to have seen enough films this year to make more than a passing, half-hearted attempt at gauging what will win an Academy Award. I don’t even know if this film even qualifies, but I don’t care. I saw this entirely by accident in a crappy theater with terrible seats, a tin-horn sound system, and on a screen best described as two king sized beds side by side. Thin, narrow, and poorly illuminated as well. And, despite that, I was enthralled. Quality beat the presentation by a country mile.

    The Fantastic Mr. Fox is the best film of the year, and it is the best film I’ve seen since I can remember. It is so unique and well done, I can’t compare it to anything else I’ve ever seen. It compares well to two other films by the same folks—Chicken Run and the Wallace and Gromit film from a few years ago. I hate computer animated films, or films with too many special effects, but I like the animation techniques in all of these films, and it really takes on a new life with The Fantastic Mr. Fox. Deliberately retro, almost intentionally cheesy in some ways, but brilliant to look at.

    The voice acting though, is the best. The interplay between Mr. George Clooney and everyone else is so subtle and dead-on that it is not to be believed. There is so much real chemistry between the actors, even when handed nothing but a script and a microphone. There is not enough attention given to voice acting, I believe. It can either work or fall completely flat and sound forced. What Clooney does is to refuse to rush or push anything. He just lives within the sound of his own voice here. He is so capably complemented by Meryl Streep and Jason Schwartzman that it really does create something unique.

    And Hollywood doesn’t give us unique very often. Nor does it give us quality when cheap and loud can be handed out in buckets. The Fantastic Mr. Fox has originality and quality embedded into it. The sprawling sets, the finite detail, and the delight of watching the miserable villains we see in this film are so rewarding. Political correctness goes out the window in this film. Someone had a snit over much of what we see in it—a Hollywood snit backed by focus-group research. Thank God Anderson won as many fights here as he did. I don’t know if he won them all, but he had to have won quite a few.

    I think the film that I can compare it to, favorably, is Miller’s Crossing, with a loopy, invented language all its own and characters that are fleshed out and real. There are more ideas explored in the first five minutes of this film than you will see considered in more than half the films that are out right now, combined.

    It truly is the best film of the year and I don’t say that lightly. It is an absolute triumph of filmmaking. It makes up for a year in which crap has been king. Do we need to see Robin Williams in anything anymore? Nope. Do we need any more Seth Rogen films? Not on your life. Do we need to hear anything else from Jennifer Aniston and her pals who make films no one remembers? No, and she’s really getting old fast, isn’t she, the poor girl. And I’ll tell you what absolutely hit me—the preview for Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland played before The Fantastic Mr. Fox. It shouldn’t have.

    Tim Burton should run screaming from this film and get those previews pulled. You cannot compare the randomly arranged muck of Tim Burton’s shit sandwich school of filmmaking with anything related to what Wes Anderson did with The Fantastic Mr. Fox. I realize it was a trailer, but it was a bad trailer. It was cut with a dull butter knife. Alice in Wonderland looked like Johnny Depp’s worst attempt at being mannered and weird since about twenty minutes ago. Really, can’t anyone see through his schtick by now? He’s still playing Benny and Joon for you suckers, complete with hangdog looks and someone else’s ideas. All of the characters in the forthcoming Alice film looked like they were done ten years ago by a terrible designer on the wrong computers. Depp looked like he had a flattened carrot on his head and as if he had insisted upon wearing porn star makeup, complete with a dashing smear in the wrong place. The Cheshire Cat looked like someone’s stuffed kitty. It was horrific and dull looking—much like everything else Tim Burton has been doing since Batman. The presence of Depp alone will bring in the money, but for what? For something pedestrian and half-baked? That’s just sad.

    I marveled at the fact, leaving the theater, that Anderson absolutely owns Burton now. Forget the money and the numbers—Anderson owns everyone now. He’s done something that will force everyone to tear up whatever they’re doing and try much harder.

    Friday
    Jul102009

    Dragstrip Girl

    Dragstrip Girl

    Movies were different once. Trust me.

    Thursday
    Jun252009

    Audrina Patridge

    Audrina Patridge Wikimedia Commons Photo In my world, if you find a three megabyte-sized photograph of Audrina Patridge, you post that photo, sir. You post it all to hell.

    Wednesday
    Jun242009

    Free Medals For All Who Participate

    This is the dumbest idea, ever:

    The Academy Awards will have 10 best-picture nominees instead of the usual five starting next year, improving the odds for films such as "The Dark Knight," a fan and critic favorite that was snubbed last time.

    Doubling the field for Hollywood's top prize will make room for more worthy films and potentially give a jolt to the Oscar TV ratings, Sid Ganis, president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, said Wednesday.

    The change takes effect with the 82nd Oscar show March 7.

    The academy board of governors decided there were more than five films last year that deserved best-picture consideration, Ganis said.

    I sense liberalism at work here. Liberalism, Obama style. We simply cannot have anyone feel upset, hurt, left out, or like a loser. Therefore, everyone is a winner, no one is a loser, and only the people who we really, really hate are left out.

    Does that cover it? It is precisely because of the fact that a deserving film or two is left out of consideration that the award really matters. If everyone gets in, getting in isn't worth anything.

    Tuesday
    Jun232009

    Ed McMahon 1923-2009

    Ed McMahon

    Monday
    Jun222009

    Disgraceful

    RihannaWhat a shame:

    Chris Brown pleaded guilty Monday to assaulting Rihanna and the two were ordered to stay away from each other, in a deal that keeps the singer out of prison but requires him to clean up graffiti or roadside trash.

    Brown’s plea to a felony charge will subject him to substantial scrutiny by probation officials, and the judge’s order puts the kibosh on any short-term prospects for reconciliation with his pop diva girlfriend as well.

    The guilty plea came before a preliminary hearing was scheduled to start. The hearing had been billed for weeks as a public face-off between the pair, with Rihanna set to testify against her one-time boyfriend.

    Translation: Go ahead, beat another woman nearly to death. If your lawyers can get you out of it, you can make another album and pay all those legal bills that come due.

    This lack of accountability causes people to wince at the failures of our legal system. The journalism here is ridiculous--"puts the kibosh on any short-term prospects for reconciliation?" Is that what this was really about--whether or not pouty-faced singer Chris Brown could "hook up" and make it all better with Rihanna?

    No, it's about a young man who nearly beat a woman to death because he cannot manage his emotions or anger. What part of that is so difficult to understand? If he was Joe Blow with a Camaro, he'd have already done part of the jail time he would have been sentenced to.

    Friday
    Jun192009

    Good for You, Tony Hawk

     

    Professional Skateboarder Tony Hawk was in Washington D.C. today:

    Professional skateboarder Tony Hawk on Friday took a brief ride at the White House as part of a Father's Day celebration.

    Hawk, 41, skated in the grand foyer and the nearby Old Executive Office Building, with the permission of White House officials.

    The skateboarding icon, also known for his popular brand of skateboarding video games, posted photos to his Web site and Twitter page.

    One photo shows Hawk on his skateboard with his hands in the air in what appears to be a hallway.

    "...and here is my exit," he wrote in a message on Twitter, which linked to a picture of him skating. "Supposed to return at noon for the First Fathers event if they let me back in."

    Hawk posted other insights from his Washington visit on his Twitter page, telling fans about eating Frosted Flakes cereal inside the gates of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. In another tweet, he says "back at White House, Tweeting live from the Diplomatic Room. Unbelievable."

    Now, I know there may be more than a few people upset at such a breach of propriety, but I see nothing wrong with it. The Old Executive Office Building isn't actually the White House, and no carpets were torn to pieces, so what's not to like?

    I do think someone should have looked at Hawk's known criminal background, however:

    I'm not a big fan of Johnny Law myself, but how can you not conclude that, perhaps, it would have been a good idea to run a simple computer search on Mr. Hawk? If I can find pictures of him shredding it and running from the police, then why can't someone in the White House?

    Johnny Law does not look kindly upon my most recent effort at "ghost riding the whip" here in Maryland. I went with my son Byron and several of his friends to an empty parking lot at a Sam's Club and and we had a, mostly, good time doing my thing with our Suburban. We wore board shorts and flip flops, as the weather was beastly hot.

    Our fun was spoiled when an Anne Arundel County Policeman asked us to leave the premises. We complied, of course, but back in the day, the old me would probably have sassed back or rolled his eyes. What happened to the old me? I want the old me back. The old me was a lot more fun. Now I've got a bruise on my thigh and a scraped up leg from falling down while trying to get off the hood of the Suburban. Don't get me wrong--I thoroughly enjoy ghost riding the whip. I love to walk beside the slow moving vehicle and do my little dances. I just wish I was young enough to belly flop across the roof and do a somersault off the back.