Showing posts with label Sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sadness. Show all posts

Monday, September 20, 2010

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!



"Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?"
George Alan O'Dowd

If I possessed the emotional capacity to experience feelings or had the physical ability to produce tears, they would be streaming down my face right now for today has brought most disturbing news indeed.

Caleb Followill, lead singer of Kings of Leon and star player in 89.7% of my dirtiest of dreams and most depraved fantasies has proposed to his girlfriend, model Lily Aldridge. I know, right? A rock star and a model? How novel, so not cliche whatsoever! Excuse me while I retrieve my eyeballs from the back of my head. Naturally, the bitch has accepted. Sadness. Today is going to be at least a five martini day as I struggle to deal with this most tragic of developments. Spoiler alert: I'm probably going to pass out in my own mess whilst KOL's Closer plays on repeat. So you know, just another Monday.

Dark days in North American history;

December 7, 1941
November 22, 1963
September 11, 2001
September 20, 2010

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Who's Gonna Yell "Whatcha Gonna Do With Your Life" Now?


Sadness.

Captain Lou Albano, he of rubber-banded beard, known by many as a former wrestler and manager, but by 80s girls more as Cyndi Lauper's dad in the Girls Just Wanna Have Fun video, has died. Lou had been in the hospital but was just released into hospice care prior to his death. His rep would only say Lou died of natural causes.

Captain, you may have peaced out to the big wrestling ring in the sky but as Cyndi herself would say "Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one!"

I hope wherever Lou is now, he's having fun! Tell Ed, Farrah, Michael and Patrick we say 'what up?!"

And just because it always brings the smiles, let's hop in the DeLorean to 1984...below is the video for Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.


RIP
Captain Lou Albano
1933- 2009

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Thank You For Being a Friend, Dorothy.



As a longtime Golden Girls enthusiast, it was with sadness and surprise yesterday that I learned Bea Arthur aka Dorothy Zbornak had peaced outta here. The news came down as I was enjoying several delicious Ceasars on a rooftop patio. You know you're at a table with a bunch of girls and gays when the news of Dorothy Zbornak dying is met with gasps, screams of "NO!" and talk of an emergency Golden Girls marathon. Bea Arthur died at home at the age of 86, many people (myself included) didn't realize she had been battling cancer.

As a child of the 80s, to me Bea Arthur will always and forever be the quick-witted, no-nonsense tough old broad, Dorothy Zbornak, but her career began long before the ladies set up house in Miami. Bea got her start in theatre, appearing in many Broadway and off Broadway productions, even winning a Tony award in 1966 for her role in a production of Mame. Bea had guest starred and appeared on several television shows when, in 1971 she landed the role of Maude, Edith Bunker's cousin on All in the Family. The appearance was to be nothing more than a short stint but when the dynamic between the liberal Maude and the ultra conservative Archie Bunker proved to be so popular, Bea, and Maude, got their own show which hit the airwaves in 1972.



Maude would be the first of two All in the Family spinoffs, the second being of course, The Jeffersons. But before George and Weezie were movin' on up to the east side and their deluxe apartment in the sky, Maude was making groundbreaking television. First, after losing one husband and divorcing two others, Maude was on her fourth husband, a rarity in the early '70s. But even more ahead of its time, in the show's first season, when confronted with an unplanned and unwanted pregnancy at the age of 47, Maude made the controversial decision to have an abortion. She was the first television character to do so and the episode aired months before the landmark Roe vs. Wade ruling gave U.S. women nationwide the right to choose. The storyline earned the show a mountain of hate mail and two CBS affiliates pussied out and refused to air the episode. But in true Maude-style, Bea never backed down and continued to defend her character's decision until her dying days. Whatever your stance on abortion, Bea's commitment to her principals should be admired, especially in today's climate where fear of offending a middle American fan base or jeopardizing corporate sponsorships keeps many public figures from taking any stance at all. Perhaps not a bad thing when you take a look at the no-talent dumbassedness passing for celebrity these days, it's unlikely they have anything to offer in form of interesting opinions.

In 1978, after several years on the air, Maude took a dive in the ratings. An overhaul of the show was in the works until Bea Arthur said fuck this shit and bailed. She thought the show had run its course and wasn't interested in taking desperate measures to keep fans and the network happy. This of course was not the last television audiences saw of this feisty old broad. 1985 marked the premiere of Golden Girls, created by Susan Harris who had written the controversial abortion episode of Maude. 



Golden Girls was original in that its main characters were all previously married, single again through either death or divorce and all passed their 'prime.' The show won many accolades and awards for its accurate portrayal of older women and the way it dealt with many issues including aging, sexuality, homosexuality and interracial couples. It was also a really funny show. I could fill an entire novel with the many things I loved and continue to love about Golden Girls but tops on my long list is the unwavering friendship between the women. Long before the ladies of Sex and the City bonded over cosmos and Manolo Blahniks, Golden Girls explored the dynamics of female friendship. The ladies didn't always get along, didn't always see eye to eye but always managed to work that shit out and no problem was too big that it couldn't be solved over a late night plate of cheesecake. We should all be so lucky to have such kick ass friends. Thankfully, I do. I remember three years ago when my friend Susan was getting married, she gave us bridesmaids a photo album she had made featuring pictures of us throughout the years. On each page was a lyric from the Golden Girls theme song, "Thank you for being a friend, traveled down the road and back again, your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidante..." I died when I received it. SO awesome.

One has to wonder whether, in today's glossy and youth-obsessed culture, if a show like Golden Girls would even make it to air, never mind be the success that it was. Methinks no. But we'll always have the DVDs. In our current world, where having rich parents and sucking cock on camera (and poorly yet)  is enough to get your stupid ass not one, but several television shows, bitches like Bea Arthur and her funny, tough, smart and take-no-shit characters will be sorely missed. 


We can only hope that wherever this fierce broad is now, it's as pleasant as a sunny Miami day and there's an endless supply of cheesecake. Somewhere in heaven, Ma aka Sophia Petrillo aka the equally hilarious Estelle Getty has been reunited with her Pussycat (Ma's pet name for Dorothy) Dorothy's death means only two of our Golden Girls remain, Rose Nylund and Blanche Hollingsworth Deveraux aka Betty White and Rue McClanahan. Betty White released a statement yesterday saying "I knew it would hurt, I just didn't know it would hurt this much. I'm so happy that she received her Lifetime Achievement Award while she was still with us, so she could appreciate that. She was such a big part of my life." Mine too Rose, mine too.

Below is one of my many favourite moments from Golden Girls. The ladies are shopping, picking up some last minute items in preparation for a cruise with their gentleman suitors when they decide to purchase condoms and hilarity ensues. CONDOMS Rose! CONDOMS! CONDOMS! CONDOMS! Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kOewRGhtx8

RIP Bea Arthur
1922 - 2009

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Bada ba ba ba I'm NOT Lovin' It

For like, five hot minutes this week there was talk that my love, JT had finally broken free from the shehulk clutches of Jessica Bile. And those five minutes, much like my boy Blue, were GLORIOUS.

Then these photos emerged from Tuesday night's Lakers game and shot that all to hell. Cry me a river, indeed..




Friday, February 20, 2009

THIS IS SOME ALL DOGS (and cats) GO TO HEAVEN SHIT!!! That chimp? Not so much.



Wow. It's been a tough week for our furry little friends.

First, after 18 years of loyal companionship, Loki Rourke peaced off to heaven....



Then Travis, the chimp star of commercials for Coke and Old Navy met his maker. While Loki's crossing over was peaceful and natural, Travis aka FaceOff Chimp went down in a hail of police bullets after violently ripping the face off his mom's friend.



Now comes word that Socks Clinton, the former First Pussy has also quit this cold-hearted bitch called life.




Socks was put to sleep this morning after a battle with cancer. The former first family released a statement about Socks' passing and legacy;

"Socks brought much happiness to Chelsea and us over the years, and enjoyment to kids and cat lovers everywhere. We're grateful for those memories."


Socks has been reunited with the former First Dog Buddy, who was tragically killed in a car accident in 2002.





When asked for comment about the recent celebrity pet passings, Tinkerbell Hilton said "Why, oh why can't it be me? Somebody please put me out of my misery!! I'd do it myself if I only had opposable thumbs! Someone end this please!"



Socks Clinton
1989-2009


*This post is dedicated to Susan who lost her kitty Thomas this week.
RIP Thomas T.

Mickey Flies Solo



This is my former BFF Mickey Rourke arriving at LAX today in time for all the Oscar festivities. Nice cowboy hat, Mick. I have five of my own. I know he'd appreciate that.

You can't see it in this photo but Mickey has 43 bags of shoes weighing 80 pounds in total with him. Mickey hasn't yet chosen his Oscar attire and he wants to keep his footwear options open. I can relate. It's thinking like this that brought Mickey and I together in the first place but alas, our friendship was unceremoniously cut short when he stepped out with Herpes Hilton, that's actually the name of Paris Hilton's vagina, that's where herpes has a permanent suite. Valtrex is on the room service menu.

Anyway, it must feel so weird for Mickey to be traveling without his constant companion, Loki. What an emotional rollercoaster-y time this must be for Mickey, to be favoured to win an Oscar and mourning the love of his life at the same time. This is like when Barack Obama's grandmother peaced out just before he won the election. If only Loki could have stuck around another week. But Mickey knew it was selfish to ask Loki to hold on so he had to put his love for Loki ahead of his own desire to have her there for his big moment and let her go. If Mickey wins the Oscar, you just know he's going to honour Loki in a touching acceptance speech. And because I'll be eight glasses of wine into the evening, salty drops will fall from my eyes.

Speaking of my two guys, Mickey and Oscar, my friend Susan sent me this card in honour of the awards and my obsession with MickRo.