This American Life is on Showtime? I had no idea! I try to catch the program on radio whenever I can. But that’s few and far between. This could be a good excuse to get showtime.
Either way here’s an interesting tidbit about Chicago. Mannnn hits a bit too close to home for me coming from the Midwest. But such is life. Still never been as scared in LA “hoods” as I have been in Chicago or East St. Louis.
I literally just caught myself writing a text that read “OMG, if you are going to read one mass email this year, this is it. Trust me.”
Posted by Sarah Morrison on January 8, 2008
Preface: I love both parties involved equally. I just find this funny. I love djs. I love gays. In closing, I love all gay djs equally, even franki and steve.
I like two types of drama. I like drama that does not involve me and drama between boys. This excerpt from the iheartcomix email blast-on-blast today has both of those things.
Those that pay attention to me, are aware i detest mass emails. But a few actual email readers reccomended me opening this. They promised me it would be worth it.
It was.
It had only been 8 months since the final break-up of myself and my former DJ/event partner, STEVE AOKI, and the launch of our then new and purposefully competing weekly TUESDAY night party, CHECK YO’ PONYTAIL. Our first two records on our record label, MATT & KIM and PROTOKOLL, were only 2 months old. TRAVIS and I had been in LOS ANGELES for 3 years and we still didn’t have a functional website.
A lot has changed since then, we come to the beginning of the new year, bigger than ever and ready to take on the next larger and looming challenges. Despite the efforts of said previous DJ/events partner, STEVE AOKI, to surpress our existence to the world using his greater fame, greater wealth and influence to pressure publications not to write about me/us (yes, we know, NYLON and BPM), pressuring friends and former friends to either not be our friend or work with us (RONYS PHOTOBOOTH, ROYAL RUMBLE, among several others) by threatening them a loss of pay or acceptance into his circle, pressuring THE COBRASNAKE to jettison our friendship almost immediately upon our break-up and consequently, or maybe voluntarily, erasing mine and close friends out of existence on the website and blatantly lying in advertising to steer people away from our events (it’s documented in one instance on thefader.com, HERE ), we’ve been able to make it out at the top of our game, unafraid of the future, unafraid to speak and armed for the wave of shit to come.
We fought tooth and nail this year to stake our claim in the hearts and minds of the kids of LOS ANGELES, of the kids of the world, in pop culture itself. We work harder than everyone you know to bring you the best shit you’ve ever seen. Even rich kids, jealous of the taste they don’t have, couldn’t stop us. We moved to LA with nothing, began 2007 on our knees with a plan, and ended standing tall ready to climb the mountain and secure our spot at the top. This is the IHEARTCOMIX YEAR IN REVIEW.
oh snap, franki. wah waaa?!?
I lost a bunch of weight, a while back. My boobs went from a C-cup to an A and 1/2 at the most. I was actually thrilled. I never had to buy a bra again. I had seen photos of girls with boobs the size of mine, braless. I read interviews with Kate Hudson and Winona Ryder where they get all anti-bra. I could not wait for my new life of “freedom.”
Then i tried my boobs out. My nipples became the focus of conversation, the eyeline of boys, and center of photographs to a point that started to worry me. I did not understand why.
Then i finally figured it out:
White girls have pink nipples. Brown girls have brown nipples.
My nipples are brown, due to the fact that i am not “white.” When us girls lose weight, apparently we can’t get all braless and happy unless we barrier up with some tripple lined black bullet proof vest. I thought i was rocking cute white shirts and baby pink dresses like woah. Then watching Reality Bites again, I saw what makes me and Winona different, our nipples.
There are better photos to document the issue at hand. I have chosen to use one that rolls on like “borderline offensive.”
My nipples have gotten us cabs. Trevor will vouch for that.
I have said it before and i will say say it again, all blonde girls look the same. I have been sort-of-watching the Real World here and there since the season began. LIKE, when it comes on, i turn the tv up and continue making dinner or writing emails or tweezing my eyebrows. All of a sudden last night, i look up at the tv and see two spray tan blonde girls, in push-up bas, with horrible blonde weaves in the same shot. Until this second, i was only aware of one.
So apparently, there are two blonde girls on the Real World: Sydney. They also have two different names. I googled it to be sure.
