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Happy Saturday. We should all be outside.
Rod Stewart? Bruce Springsteen? Chris Fucking Isaak?
Not sexy. Not. Because I want some sex with my sex. I want rolling eyes, sweaty upper lips. I want lace accessories that make Madonna look like a Maoist. I want thousands of people watching, wearing black.
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Their reasons weren't complicated; both have seriously influential liberal Jewish constituencies, and those aren't feathers you want to ruffle unless you've got a damned good reason. (And Bloomberg went there, didn't he, but he doesn't have to worry about re-election just now.)
But I did lose some respect. It made me feel that Weiner is passionate, yes, but also more of a facile politician than I'd thought. And so his outbursts seem, on their margins, histrionic.
Still glad I'm a New Yorker, though, and that these are my boys.
My only real problem with an otherwise strong list --- there's no Iggy! NO IGGY!
No Iggy, no justice. No peace.
As for the writers -- if they're any good (and I have my favorites, like everyone else), they'll be OK. From where I sit, the quality was edging down over the last year or so, as the anything-for-views tone gained strength. But it was still head and shoulders above the rest, most days.
Maybe now they'll bring in Michael Wolff, and finish off Gawker for good.
A few weeks ago, Brian Moylan posted one of his tattered little "blind items", and was looking for the name of some randy starlet or other. So I suggested Prince. Not exactly a stretch, I thunk. So Moylan comes on the horn, and warns me that if I offered such offbase input again, I'd lose my blessed star.
Imagine the reply possibilities around THAT.