tell me he doesn't wax too....

if one more person tries to tell me adrien brody is hot. so help me... we're not talking about that stud from the oc, ladies. no no, i'll give adam brody to you...but i will tell you that he's a dick for breaking up with summer.

we're discussing the dude from the pianist. exhibit a:



homeboy needs a nose job. yesterday. this guy hooks up with everyone in hollywood too. remember when he made out with halle berry?! who the haaaaaaayll do you think you are?? if you saw this clown in a bar and had no idea that he'd been in some borderline memorable films a few years ago you wouldn't even let him buy you a drink (Ed note. that's a lie because i let a guy buy me a drink last night who spent 40 mins talking about how he writes science fiction musicals. in no way is that an exaggeration).

and, you know, i'm throwin' this out there -- i'm not really buying that he's that talented. i loved the pianist. i did. heavy, WWII shit is my jam. esp if you're ever shooting in black and white or using some kind of crazy effect like they did when the whole film went silent/ringing when the bomb went off in the dude's building. but i mean -- how hard is it to convey that you can't hear for 30 seconds??

so...since then he's been in what? king kong?! there was a scene in that movie where king kong wrestles dinosaurs. dinosaurs! for over 20 minutes. so no, i don't respect your work in that film, sir.

anyway, i don't really have anything against him or care about much that he does. i just saw this picture and it totally pissed me off that he's walkin' around, bedding chicks.

PS i just got word he shops at abercrombie.

hip is the new gay?

work has been luda so yeah, posting hasn't happened. i'd apologize but you don't give a fuck at all.

so things have changed in the last couple of weeks. number one, i've somehow managed to hold onto a job that i actually like for more than a year. ok...well, a year. let's not get crazy. but pretend you're impressed or proud or whatever. and number two, i now live in brooklyn.

hipsters are no joke. they're all over the city but of course are concentrated in the billyburg section of brooklyn. as i just found out there's such thing as a "G-train" (i originally thought it was a joke, like "ghetto-train" that took you through bad ass queens or upstate new york or the nearest crack house...which is basically my stoop) i haven't made the trip up to williamsburg, but i have seen my fair share of worn sundresses, stripes, scarves, and skinny jeans across brooklyn to pose the question: how far does it go?

are there different levels of hip in hipster? level one being tight, pilled sweaters and pageboy caps. level two you feel confident enough to wear skinny jeans and grow out a full beard while reading any book about che guevara and you start smoking european cigarettes while taking pictures of the way shadows hit your fire escape (and probably selling them for more than my yearly salary).

and then what's level three? something tells me it has to do with sexuality. why? cause i'm bored. and also, doesn't it always?

i mean, prepsters have that air about being repressed sexually when in reality they're all about marrying at 24 (26 for the gents, natch) and swinging for the rest of their marriage. that's if their nice, if not it's just straight up affairs.

hipsters are all about fucking the man (and yes, that's a blatant double entendre). so being totally comfortable about your sexuality has to be in there. so it's cool to make out with everyone -- guys, girls, bearded, not? what's the line? is there a line?

is being a hipster like rushing a frat? you need to play 486436 games of beiruit and bed mad cheerleaders to be initiated? as a hipster you not only have to use the term "post-modern" 15+ times a day, but you also need to prove you're totally comfortable going down on a guy and a girl?

sorry

because i don't have time to post -- consider this my apology:

http://jezebel.com/gossip/clips/retro-fashion-90210-mother+daughter-fashion-show-297273.php

you're welcome