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Gentlemen Broncos was a lovely film.

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Hold Me Closer, Icy Dancer

I am not a “sports person”. At all. I could give a shit about the olympics (YES I SAID IT). But! The figure skating is just awesome. I’ve never been into it before, but consider me a convert. How the fuck do you do that on ice? It’s insane. And you get to wear glitter.

  • Johnny Weir skates to Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face”
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I love the dirty look on his face. But it must be hard not to look like a filthy minx when you’re ice skating in a bodysuit to the Lady herself with millions of people watching.

  • Evgeni Plushenko skates to Tom Jones’ “Sex Bomb”

This man must perform at my future bachelorette’s party. For sure.

  • Evan Lysacek can’t decide what song he wants to skate to

 

Also, check out Jezebels collection of intense skate faces.

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Take my picture Hollywood. I wanna be a STAR!

So, I watched the Grammys last night, as you can probably tell from all the spamming I did in our Twitterfeed, and I was struck by two things.

One, I am apparently shockingly out of touch with pop culture (which, y’know, is a bit of a disadvantage when you blog about it, but I think I’m going choose to think of it as being selective). I don’t have MTV and I don’t listen to the radio. EVER. I mean, I was aware of a lot of people there, but only in an abstract manner. Like for instance, I know that The Jonas Brothers are popular with tweens and that they have promise rings, but I couldn’t pick them out of a line up or tell you what songs they’ve made. I’m perfectly fine with not knowing this, but still. What I’m really confused about is who the hell this Kesha person is, and why does she look drunk all the time?

I probably don’t want to know that either, to be honest. But I think this is a perfectly good example of how modern media in general and the internet in particular allows us to pick and choose more freely what television and music we want to consume. Mars wrote something similar earlier on the subject of news, but I think the same can be applied to television and music as well.

Although I must admit, the whole reason for this entry was Lady Gaga’s performance. Seriously you guys. Holy shit. I have so much to say about this, but I don’t think I have the words, so just watch it.

Okay, so maybe I have one word. EPIC.

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Hungover Sunday: Our Week of Internets

This week has been mad busy, with reorganizing, working and so many birthdays. Which of course means, we’ve been stuffing ourselves with CAKE.

This is what Mars has been up to, apart from eating cake:

  • I got this sms from Marple in the beginning of the week, so it’s safe to say that we have both taken our Zachary Quinto obsession to an exciting new level. A level involving Tori Spelling.

  • Damn you, Pop Cap Games! You have ensnared me yet again, this time with the game Plants vs. Zombies
  • Oh Russia. You have such amazing pop stars.

Marple has realised two things this week. The first is that she only likes cake in theory and the second is that the internet is full of amazing and brilliant things. Okay, so she probably knew at least one of these things before now, but here’s a few reasons why the latter is true:

  • Tumblr! I’ve only been tumblr-lurking up until now, but I went and got myself an account. Find me here.
  • THE BEST SITE EVER.
  • Yes, omg! A collection of semi-trashy gothic book covers! On a suitingly black/red layout that’s like a classier, grown up version of goth poetry webpages on Geocities and Angelfire from the late nineties-early noughties.
  • Combining the awesomeness of William Shatner & Tumbler: Fuck Yeah! William Shatner!
  • In the style of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, here’s Gone with the Wind with Vampires:
  • Last but not least, Top 100 Cheesiest Film Quotes. To the surprise of no one half of them are spoken by Nicholas Cage and Arnold Schwarzenegger.

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South Park: One Episode includes So Much to Love

I love South Park. I really do. I can spend hours on end watching back to back episodes. I knew my man was a keeper when he spent an entire day on my couch with me watching it with me. I will refer to it much too much in most conversations (it seems to be annoying, but I can’t see why). But why do I love it so? So many reasons, really. Here are a few, using the episode Whale Whores as an example.

I feel that Whale Whores is an excellent example of everything great in South Park. There is so much packed into 20 something minutes without being overwhelming. The main point of the episode is the whale and dolphin slaughter that is happening in Japan. This is presented by simultaneously mocking the reality tv show Whale Wars, a show that I have personally never seen so I can’t really comment on it, but it seems pretty bad. The documentary The Cove which also deals with dolphinocide came out around the same time as well. Current affairs & issues: check.

On this note, SP also comments on reality tv and the horrendous poor quality of almost all some of it. Stan ends up as a cast member of Whale Wars and points out that these people are frauds, takes matters into his own hands, blows up a Japanese whaling ship (obviously) and takes over as captain because the previous one was harpooned (again, obviously). This boosts ratings, the obvious comment being that we like it when bad things happen to other people. Nothing new, but still. Reality TV criticism: check.

Cartman performs one of the best versions of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” that I have heard (the only thing that made it better was Mr.Walken) in the middle of the episode when Stan walks in on the rest of the boys playing Rock Band. The best part of this, however, is that Cartman sings this during a montage of Stan taking over the Wale Wars ship. It shouldn’t fit in, but it does. Cartman’s rendition is just so dramatic and urgent. Like whales, who are known for being dramatic and urgent (may or may not be a fact). Lady Fuckin Gaga: check.

When the Japanese president is confronted by Stan and his crew, he gives them the finger and exclaims “Fuck you, whare! Fuck you, dorphin!”. Then he explains to them that the reason that they kill whales and dolphins is because they believe that Hiroshima was bombed by a whale and a dolphin They even have evidence, in the form of a doctored photo, which in it’s defense, was really quite realistic. To solve this, the boys give them a new photo which shows the “actual” culprits, a cow and a chicken. The Japanese realize their mistake and go after cows and chickens, which nobody has a problem with. This is where one of the key issues lie, the Americans are ok with this because they can understand it because they do it themselves. And even though the only thing that has changed in the slaughter is the victim, the problem is still “solved”. Oh hypocrisy. You classy thing, you. History AND American hypocrisy AND racial slurs: check AND check AND supercheck.

SP managed to include current affairs, controversial issues such as racism & animal rights, Lady Gaga and our obsession with her, history and how inaccurate it can be, America’s own hypocrisy and the quality of reality tv, while still keeping their usual standard of vulgar and violent humor in quite a short period of time. I think my personal favorite is when the Japanese slaughter the football team, the Miami Dolphins. But that’s just because I really enjoy puns. Bravo, SP, and thank you for keeping me so very amused and entertained, no matter what state I’m in.

Sing us out, Cartman.

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Lady Fucking Gaga

 

I love Lady Gaga. That’ll come as no surprise to anyone that knows me. However, if you had met me about 5-6 years ago you’d probably be blown away. See, I used to be pretty anti pop music. God knows why, but I suspect it had something to do with me being a pretentious indie kid.

Luckily I’ve since seen the error of my ways and accepted pop music as the brilliant thing it is. But being a former music snob makes me realise that pop has, in a way, lost its magic. After all, it’s not for no reason that tons of songs have been written bemoaning the current state of it.

This is where Our Lady of Pop comes in. Because, at least in my eyes (or ears as it might be) she’s managed to refresh the idea of what pop music is. And in the process she’s managed to churn out some proper choons.

But the thing that gets me most about Lady Gaga is how she’s wielded her image like a sword. Creating this amazing persona that’s not only in fashion, but that’s also a representation of female empowerment. Her public persona is that of a highly sexualised woman, instead of simply a sex symbol; an object to be treasured and lusted after. I think this is what impresses me the most about her. How she, in the way she dresses and appears, is nothing if not sexy, but still in a way that strikes me as being entirely for her (even if it does, of course, attract media attention).

Because, like it or not, she’s a woman who dares to leave the house without trousers on. And through her daring and sexually charged sartorial choices she’s managed to garner an attention that is not completely based on her as a sexual object.

This, exactly this, is what I love most about fashion; that the way we dress can give us back the control over how our bodies are viewed. I feel that fashion, especially in the past couple of years, have fallen much more into the hands of the wearer. Probably a lot thanks to the fashion blogger revolution. But the point I’m trying to get at is that we are no longer, and haven’t been for a while, dressing for the opposite sex. We’re dressing because it’s fun, and if we are dressing for anyone, it’s for our female peers. And Lady Gaga is a part of this.

Lady Gaga gets away with wearing leotards and crazy hats. Not just because she’s Lady fucking Gaga, but also because our views have shifted. Things like not wearing trousers, or baring your midriff, or even wearing crazy lacy unitards are no longer necessarily a sign that you’re selling out to the slobbering masses. It’s a fashion fucking statement.

Love,
Marple, raising her glass to Lady Gaga.

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