Dear Brit,

Hey. Looks like you're having a tough time lately. Listen, I know how it is, when you feel like no one in the world is on your side and you might as well just give up. And I think I know what you need.

Now I'm no psychologist, I leave that hard work to Dr Gay. I have, however, seen Pure Country on many occasions. I'm sure you're a busy girl so here's a quick recap: George Strait plays a big time country star, Dusty, who gets tired of the superstar lifestyle. He cuts off his signature pony tail, goes to the country, works on a farm under a cloak of anonymity, falls in love with a girl, and, well, I don't want to spoil the ending here.

So here's my idea, Britney: Do like Dusty did. You've already gotten rid of your extensions. Let your mom take care of the kids for a little while and get the hell out of town. Heck, I'll offer you my spare room. Yes, it's a little humble, but you need some humbling. Why not work in a bar or restaurant? Sheeit, you could be totally anonymous. we'll work something out. After all, the lower you fly under the radar the less likely people are going to believe that you've located to NASHVILLE of all places.

You know what else? You can come to roller derby practice with me. We'll find you some skates, some pads, and a helmet. I guarantee that after a few months you'll be one tough bitch.

You're under a lot of stress, lady. You're getting out of a failed marriage and you've found yourself the subject of much derision. It's time to get away from the cameras. Anna Nicole Smith is dead, don't be so quick to fill her shoes.

Sincerely,
LPC

Labels: drama, open letter, pop culture

• It is rumored that Tim Gunn may not return for the next season of Project Runway. it would seem that everyone else--Heidi, Nina, Michael--has signed a contract leaving only Tim as a holdout. Before you call him a money grubbin hose beast remember this: Project Runway is his second job. They come second to the students of Parsons. Because of this he wouldn't be available until may of 07.


• Prince is headlining the Super Bowl halftime show. This means I'll actually have to watch (DVR?) the Super Bowl, something I haven't done since the Titans were in it.

Labels: pop culture, television

Have you seen Jenna Jameson lately? I don't mean around your neighborhood, I mean on the television, internets, the back room at your video store. Hey, I'm not here to judge. I've caught parts of the Big in 06 awards and she was a presenter. I think she's about my age if not a scoche older. Having said all that...

So, I always thought that Jenna was beautiful. Seriously, the kind of beauty that you can see even without the piles of makeup on her face. But on the Big in 06 awards she looks, well, awful. As I mentioned she's close to my age but has already fallen victim to the plastic surgeon. She's got the cat eyes, the puffy lips usually seen on women twice her age. On top of that she's caught the hollywood skinny virus--you know, the one that results in prominent sternum and toothpick arms? The beef jerky look?

I'd post images but I'm a little afraid of what the google image search feature might turn up.

Labels: pop culture

From the 1974 Vanderbilt Commodore. This is his picture from the Hustler pages.
Oh. The Commmodore is the mascot AND the name of the annual. The Hustler is the newspaper (yes, VU had the name first).

Labels: pictures, pop culture

I'm about to admit something really lame. Seriously. This will knock me off the pedestal you've put me on, may even cause me to lose readership.

For many years I religiously watched the Real World on MTV.

I suppose it's the sociological aspect that I love. I am well aware that our opinions are manipulated through editing. I'm also aware of casting to create conflict. In other words, I'm not new to this dog and pony show. Or, perhaps more accurately, this donkey show.

It's been many years though since I've followed a full season. If there's an episode on I'll watch it but I don't retain much and since every episode is the same I never remember if I've seen it before or not.

So this morn I'm watching the newest which I think is in Denver. I think this may be the most nondescript cast ever. Oh, and homely, did I mention that? One of the girls is kind of pretty (I don't know her name, sorry), but everyone else blends in. I think it was pretty early in the season and it seems as though one of the dudes has already hooked up with TWO of the girls. That's just gross. I think I'm getting old because the idea of sex with near strangers or a friends with benefits situation just doesn't sound appealing any longer.

Edited becasue I just rewound the current episode and found that the kind of pretty one is from Nashville. Oh, and do these people have parents? Because the only way I could act this way on a nationally televised program would be if all my family and friends were dead.

Labels: pop culture, television

It's a warm day. Denny's outside. I've got heat (not that it matters today). God's in his heaven and all's right with the world.

Yesterday I decided to go through my DVRed movies and my Netflix films. Here's the run down:

1. Casino Royale. You may say, "But Leah, you can't get that from Netflix or DVR it! It's in theatres right now!" To which I'd reply "You ignorant ass. You think the movie in theatres right now is the only Casino Royale ever made? Now put on some fucking pants before I call the police." Yes, there are two Casino Royales listed on imdb.com. It seems as though there's another out there, a British TV version, but I can't find it listed on there.
   The one I watched yesterday is the 1967 version, a spoof. If you've seen the Austin Powers movies then you might enjoy this as the Austin Powers movies appear to be a spoof of this movie. Don't believe me? There's a swinging Bacharach/David soundtrack.
   And this is Peter Sellers as Evelyn Trimble/James Bond:
   
   That's right. Peter Sellers played Bond. So did David Niven.


2. Belle de Jour in which the lovely Catherine Deneuve plays Severine, the chaste wife of a doctor and a part time high class prostitute. I do love the French language very much, and I love subtitled French movies because I remember just enough to catch idiomatic phrases and tossed off, unsubtitled dialogue.
   And I want the her entire wardrobe. But I have issues with the ending.


3. Harvey. Such a sweet movie about faith, whimsy (the good kind), and alcoholism.

Labels: movies, pop culture

So apparently the Beatles have a new album out. Bosh, you say, half the Beatles are in heaven! To which I reply that you obviously don't know what's going on, my friend. And then I proceed to distract you while I steal your wallet to buy the new Beatles album. See, I like it, but then I've never been like a huge be all end all Beatles fan.

We listened to it during thanksgiving dinner. Some people found it offensive and wrong. I personally liked it, it sounded pleasant enough.

Oh sure, the debate was incredibly heated, I had to leave the room at one point because I was in fear of getting pulled into a particular conversation about the mastering and how it was wrong. Still, it was a wonderful alternative to the family dinner.

Denny's getting better. He actually just got finished eating actual food for the first time since Tuesday!

Labels: music, pop culture

via fark: Something about a version of Tipping the Velvet starring Eva Longoria and Beyonce.

No no fucking no no no. Absolutely not. Sofia Coppola? If this story is real and this happens I'm officially done with you and will denounce your entire career. Seriously.

I've read the book and seen the BBC version. Sure, the miniseries was a bit cheesy and might deserve big budget treatment but not with these two. No. absolutely not. Bad casting.

I'm angry. no joke.

Labels: pop culture

He was 87.

There are lots of progrms you could watch to celebrate his career, but I recommend you watch the MST3K episode with Outlaw.

"Crap. huzzah."

Labels: pop culture

Please go here and then tell me WHO WANTS TO FORM A TEAM and where do we try out? I'm willing to travel and I know a lot about pop culture. come aaaaaahhhhn!

Labels: pop culture