She needs a lot of that because she's full of shit
It's acceptable to criticize the president on his handling of the situation in Libya. It hasn't been especially effective, nor is it grounded in reality—but it's fair.
But to say President Obama is offering us "shuck and jive," as Sarah Palin just did...I mean, are we two tweets away from the N-word?
My dad's bigger than your dad!
The penis from which Justin Bieber sprang about to go on display.
Madonna filmed a Billy Eichner bit in L.A. that airs on Conan tonight!
Celebrity psychic hanging his hat on predicting Whitney Houston's death.
Whitney's family has no shame. At all.
Clark Kent is a quitter.
Obama: Man with a plan.
Ohio might already be won.
Political nerds' homepage for the next two weeks.
Ann Coulter calls the president a "retard." Any comment, Sarah?
Sen. Franken cracks wise for soon-to-be-Sen. Warren.
Thompson uses 9/11 as a crowbar against soon-to-be-Sen. Baldwin.
Carol Costello: Proud member of gay gestapo.
When having a tattoo is taboo.
Pecs-citing!
Who could the mystery RNC speaker be for Thursday night...?
Tim Tebow, Dan Cathy, Sarah Palin, Clint Eastwood, Nancy Reagan, George H.W. Bush, George W. Bush, Dick Cheney?
Guesses?
Madonna's MDNA Tour video for "Nobody Knows Me" is pretty fucking cool, and a terrific example of how a popstar in a time crunch can do a compelling music video without spending days and days. Or even without lifting a finger! All she does is look good (amazing, actually, better than in most of her recent videos) and lip-synch her song while an artiste executes an eye-popping and mind-teasing concept.
More like this, please...
Bristol Palin is the last authority on parenting I would ever trust, considering the lousy parents she's got and the lousy parent she's been.
She's got brass balls inserting herself (maybe she'll pull out at the last minute, like her favored method of birth control?) into the marriage-equality debate, though.
Not that she wrote one word of that screed herself. She can barely string two words together.
Shut your Levi Johnston hole, Bristol.
I thought Julianne Moore and Woody Harrelson were good and great in Game Change, but I resented how the film portrayed Palin and McCain. Palin came off as manic-depressive but frighteningly motivated, yet the film still conveyed a sense that she just wanted to do right by her God, her country and John McCain when I think in reality she has been exposed to be thoroughly insincere and morbidly ambitious. Plenty of people in Alaska can testify that she and her husband ran their lives like mob figures, not like humble middle-classers thrust into the public arena. I'm not sure Moore, as good as she was in parts, ever really shed her innate intelligence and sensitivity, two traits Palin lacks.
Michael, Bristol & her writer
Boy Culture reader Michael from D.C. attended a Bristol Palin booksigning and was dying (rightfully so) to share the results and his reasoning for going:
So I just met Bristol Palin at a book signing, and I got her to sign my True Blue Madonna bag. I justified it by saying to her, "I think you're both such divas and feminine role models." You of course may realize that this means I'm walking around with the signature of teen pregnancy's top spokeswoman on the album with "Papa Don't Preach" on it! Also, it occurred to me as I was walking home—did she know about all the insults Madonna threw at Sarah Palin during the Sticky and Sweet Tour? (Not to mention the condoms with her mom's face on them she threw out.)
Anyway, I think this is a bit funnier than glitter bombing, and totally worth pretending to act like a conservative while I was waiting in line; there were like 25 people there—the first 100 got a free book.
The other thing I told her was that she was such a great role model to young teens, showing them that if they get pregnant, it doesn't matter—"You can still win Dancing with the Stars and be rich and famous. The baby doesn't get in the way!" I think the ghostwriter might have picked up on the trolling, but I got my picture and my free book just the same.
I also met Willow Palin when I was there. I asked her about that time on Facebook she called everyone "fags." She was pretty taken aback, but she apologized to me and said she has no problems with the gays. Closure?
Prove it!
As of midnight last night, it was exactly six years since my first post. It's been a tough thing to keep up with a dayjob and outside activities, and just when I think I might walk away, a valuable connection or interesting opportunity or a kind word comes my way. Thank you all for reading me.
Of whom are you more jealous?
Here are my favorite 100+ posts out of nearly 11,000. Please take some time to read (or re-read!) a couple and tweet or Facebook any you like.
xoxo Matt
The pocket pool championships were intense this year
BOY CULTURE
FROM BOY TO MAN: BC B.C. (2007): The entire history of my novell and novel Boy Culture as well as the movie version; might be my ultimate post.
Jonathon Trent & Derek Magyar make an Allan Brocka sandwich
BOY ON FILM (2006): An account of the NYC launch party for Boy Culture as it played the TriBeCa Film Fest.
I was left "Reeling" by the experience
FRIENDS AND "FAMILY" (2006): The movie version of Boy Culture hits Chicago.
No one would've mistaken me for Taylor Lautner
RAPT PUPIL (2006): The final night of Outfest with Boy Culture; I was fat but on the other hand got to meet Bryan Singer.
MY ART
Construction worker (shot this week) vs. James Dean
GUYDAR (since at least January 17, 2008) & ENDS OF THE WORLD (since at least January 13, 2008): Attractive men of the world—I got your backs. Your fronts, too.
Unaltered iPhone image that still blows me away
"Your pictures suck" (2008): An art critic attacks me, but not without sustaining some hits in return.
DRAWN TOGETHER (2008): How my desire to draw related to my secret desire. One of my absolute favorite posts.
The shirtless one
LOST ANGELES (2009): My favorite photographic travelogue of L.A.
Even then, New Yorkers feared 9/11 was the beginning of the end
ART IMITATES LIFE (2006): My 9/11 and my distaste for grief tourism.
ME
Death of the party—Jeff in high school, already halfway through his life
BURNING MAN (2007): Tribute to my late high school friend and first romance.
Signed, sealed (eventually) delivered
LOST BOY FOUND (2011): There is a book in here somewhere.
Be Italian
CIAO HOUNDS: OUR TRIP TO ITALY (2011): Finally got José to Europe.
ILLINOIS DEATH TRIP (2007): Ruminations on death while revisiting a past home, and the past.
Life is short...and meaningful
PASSING BY (2008): Mourning the loss of a person I only met once.
Lots more...
Participating in a recent forum on how to effectively market at-home HIV testing, I got a $200 gift card. Not wanting to spend it on a hustler, I instead gave $150 of that to The Daily Show co-creator Lizz Winstead's Planned Parenthood, I Am Here for You fundraiser that happened here in NYC last night—and it was not only a good investment but also a good investment.
Joan Walsh & Lizz Winstead
I showed up at 6:30PM at the Gramercy for the VIP reception to find a handful of non-famous women spiked with the evening's famous females—Winstead, Salon editor Joan Walsh, Sandra Bernhard and Lisa Lampanelli. I was the only dude for the longest time in a room filled with women and several womyn.
Adding Sandra Bernhard to the mix
Lisa Lampanelli (L) and Judy Blume (R) join a mom and her baby, Rosie
My new friends with the A-list
All together now!
Talking to a few attendees about the art of the photo op, I figured out we were supposed to meet and greet the stars on our own—there was no formal line happening. This makes it a bit awkward because you don't really want to shoehorn yourself between Winstead and Bernhard when they're engrossed in a conversation about their bodies/their selves. Especially when you're announcing that you blog at something called Boy Culture.
Oh, Fudge! Fawning over Judy Blume
Ms. messaging
But it was totally fine and the women were absolutely gracious and eager to pose for photos and chat. Winstead is the ultimate feminist to me—unswerving on principle, unbothered by political correctness, utterly hilarious. She was in boots and a dress that looked macramaed from a distance. She reminds me of Laurie Metcalf and Barrie Longfellow.
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