Twilight: Wot's... Uh the Deal?
Look--I realize I'm a bitchy old hag and everything, and I'm wicked out of touch with what young folks are into these days, but I STILL don't understand why there's so much venom directed towards the "Twilight" phenomenon. I see "Twilight" to be precisely as threatening to the Vaunted Vampire Tradition as Harlequin romance novels are to my beloved pornography. Simply put--it's different strokes for different folks (if you know what I mean), and if young ladies who are terrified of their stickyparts need some chaste way to pseudo-orgasm that won't anger their Skydaddy, I'm cool with that.
Also, I can't be the only one who realizes that pasty heterosexual boys everywhere should be *celebrating* the rise of the romantic vampire rather than condemning it. Opportunity knocks, and you're too busy kvetching about not getting into Hall H in the San Diego Convention Center. Come on, gentlemen! Toss on some glitter, put your quills to paper, start making dramatic declarations, and SEIZE THE QUIVERING TWIHARDS!
Lady Gaga Goes Macabre for OUT
Oh Gaga--your casket or mine, cupcake? You are so fabulous, and if you have a penis, it's just a happy surprise. *sigh* I love her in all her latter-day Andy Warhol Superstar selfhood. More of Lady Gaga's spread (oo er) here and at OUT's website.
Song of the Moment
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - "Heads Will Roll"
It's got a disco-dancing werewolf in it. Also glamourous decapitation. BONUS!
Teaser: VIVA Magazine
SO! I finally came across a couple of issues of VIVA Magazine, the "sister publication" for PENTHOUSE that was published for a few years during the 1970s. This article from TIME dated September 24, 1973 does quite a nice job of summing up the ladymag. WELL! Because I love you and want you to be happy, I plan on *sharing* the wit, wisdom, and BATSHIT INSANITY of VIVA with you next week. For a week. Because it's a rich vein of feminine krazee that I think the internet NEEDS TO SEE. You can expect to learn about the wonders of fasting, erotic dalliances with the milkman, and a lurid fascination with lion sex. No, really.