And to think I was trying to spare myself.

ETA: Okay, I wrote it, posted it, decided I didn't need the blood pressure issues, got yelled at for closing it off (antheia AND copracat), and said, ah well, fuck it. Have at it.


Okay, I don't know what I love more about defamer that they throw in the phrase "manager who lives in the TV set" in reference to Kevin Connolly -- Eric to the Entourage folk -- or that they do a complete dissection of Ari appearing on the cover of Los Angeles. Oh, hey, guess who was on last month's cover? George. Yeah, I tell no lies. You want something really wild? I wrote about Ari being on the cover last week as a lark, but didn't actually know he was going to be on it. Yeah, smoke that one.

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In other news, after reading this article* issaro asked, "Where are the naked men?" which is such a valid question, it's really is a bit like that advert, "Where's the beef?"

To which she, serialkarma and I then had an exchange about how society views the male and female bodies, who sees what as erotic*, why Playgirl is just scary, and why everybody should just keep their clothes on. Unless your name is Tom Welling.

( For the record, the female form isn't all that erotic to me. I have one. It's funtional. I appreciate it. I certainly appreciate Katee Sackoff's, but othewise, I'm just like whatever. The male form, though, makes me very happy. Clearly this is why everyone says I can't be a lesbian. )

So, now I bring the question to you lot: What do you find erotic? Why? Why not? Do you feel empowered when you're naked or would you rather have sex full clothed and through a sheet (hey, the religions may be on to something here)? Does this whole women are empowered through nudity sound like a crock of shit to you, too? Why can't we be empowered in our pyjamas? Why does Janet Jackson get publically flogged for life for flashing at the Super Bowl? Why are men who appear naked in films seen as "brave" when it's almost de rigeur for women? Who made up these rules and where can we find him (because you know it's a man) to do very vile and unseemly things to him in the name of 'empowerment'?


Plese note that this is to be a proper discussion. I trust you all know how to behave without resorting to name-calling, unless you're talking trash about Tom Ford or the chauvisnistic industry structure, then it's okay.


*I should point out that I have said Vanity Fair and my only thoughts upon seeing said article where a) Tom Ford has no place on that cover b) Both girls could stand to eat more and c) More importantly, why are they on this cover? Neither one of them could act their way out of a paper bag!

Ari is the best husband ever.

Okay, so it's occured to me, after a few drinks, that El Jay? A lot like Hollywood and the entertainment industry. Just on a different scale.

You've got your writers/actors, your beta/managers, you've got rec people/agents and artist/directors and you know, like fucking everybody. Everybody helps the industry run, from the extras and grips to the 20 million dollar divas. You've got action stars and porn stars and comedians and dramatic queens. You've got jack-of-all-trades. Hell, you've got like tiers, and activists and shit too. Which then begs the question, in Tinsel Town and all it's satillite areas, New York City theatre, London chic, Bollywood hotties, who the hell are you?

I think I'm like Samuel L. Jackson, the ex-crackhead who just appeared out of nowhere, and then was in every goddamn thing known to man, and you're like, WTF? Snakes on a Plane?! Not always good, not always great, but definitely entertaining in that, "Oh, well, it's just Sam" way.

I reckon this prolly works in the music industry too, but they have bands and stuff, and no one person is a band. You can get your OTP to be a duet, but no man is a band.

John Donne is totally spinning in his grave. Rock.


Tomorrow, I'll do the one with the made up titles. Mebbe. I need another drink.