Tomorrow I will be a guest on Brendan’s podcast for www.livecomedyla.com. Brendan is a huge fan of comedy and an aficionado on the LA comedy scene.
check it out!
Can’t wait!
Jackpot! I love nutty sites like this.
It’s a site devoted to helping Christians kick their porn “addictions”. My favorite part of this is the series of overly dramatic videos and the confessions of these poor sex-deprived and repressed people.
I’m not one to take huge dumps on the church. I went to Catholic school for years and was recently married in a Catholic church. Irish nuns saved my life in High School and I will forever be grateful to the Sisters of St. Louis.
But one thing I’ve never liked is the Catholic view of sexuality, a view that is morbid and unnatural. So much guilt and punishment linked to something that at the end of the day, isn’t that big of a deal. Debating or writing on the issue seems cliche, so I’ll just skip to the site.
It’s great for a few laughs. Especially the amount of torment these folks feel for just looking at pornography. Just looking at it! Apparently it is enough to DESTROY your marriage and your life.
Oh, and look a their cool reality series where young Christian nerds hold “Porn and Pancake” breakfasts to try and save normal people with their disgusting sugary breads and edgy posters. I hate when old people try and make religion hip by marketing it to us youngens in a manner they think we’ll respond to. Don’t sing metal songs about Jesus or rap about being saved, stick to the old timey organ jams. I like those old timey church hits.
“Father Abraham” – Right arm, left arm. This song is FUN.
“This Little Light of Mine” – Hide this jam under a bushel? HELL NO.
It’s so embarrassing when bands try to make church stuff cool. Just have some dignity and be proud to be a nerd. You don’t see any punk bands singing Lord of the Rings or Magic the Gathering jams – because nerds that are into that stuff own their nerdom. They’re cool with it. And as a result, I’m cool with them. I was a Goth chick for several years. I know what its like being into gay shit. You just gotta embrace your dorkdom and ride the tide of your peers talking shit to you. It’ll make you a better person and eventually you’ll feel the need to tell poop jokes to thousands of strangers each week.
Hey Gals,
Who’s up for a fun weekend in Afghanistan? Grab your birkahs and a male relative to leave the house with (you’ll need him just to walk around in public) and let’s hit the town!
Oh and bring some under armour, you may get rocks thrown at you by local men who disagree with your nutty western ways. Please don’t get all uppity about it, they just want things to be like they were in the good old days, when the Taliban treated women like goats. Ouch. lighten up, feminazi! What’s so bad about being a goat? Sometimes people give you those tasty brown pellets and pet you.
Looking for a husband? Lonely ladies look no more. Afghanistan is chock full of hot-blooded men who are so spicy in bed, they’ve actually passed a law that allows them to forcefully have sex with their wives at any time they please. That’s right, by law a lady has to put out at the demand of her husband. Do I sense a little S/M Daddy play? Sounds hot. Who said marital sex has to be dull? Not with these studs. Hey Afghanistan Tourism Board, here’s a million-dollar idea: Club Med Kabul.
TOOT TOOT… all aboard the poop train that is the music industry.
For the last like 20 years, it has been a non-stop shit parade of pedophilic wet dreams – from Britney Spears to the intolerable tweeny bopper Miley Cyrus to corporate rocker chicks like Katy Perry that really have nothing to say. She kissed a girl, so did Jill Sobule 10 years ago,when her song “I Kissed a Girl” was a huge hit.
Video definately killed the radio star, then shot its hot load on the backs of all of us with the crap it considers music. Once musicians couldn’t be ugly (particularly women), they didn’t have to be talented, either. Janis Joplin, who sang with heart was replaced by Barbie Britney and her tarted up pre-packaged adolescent version of sexuality. At least when Madonna did the sexed-up singer genre, she owned her sexuality and made it an affirmation of her personal power. She not only covered sex, but teen pregnancy and religion and she kissed a black guy in the “Like a Prayer” video. YES, she kissed an actual black guy… in front of burning crosses! Pepsi pulled a sponsorship deal over it and well, yeah I can see that. I’m sure they didn’t want little kids guzzling cans of their product while asking “Mommy, why is the lady kissing a statue come-to-life of black Jesus in front of burning crosses?” Thankfully, I’m a coke drinker and I asked my mommy the same question, to which she replied, “Eh, she’s fuckin’ crazy.”
Everything I learned about being a woman I learned from MTV the summer of 1984. Madonna was a bad bitch, Pat Benatar was a dancing prostitute fighting her pimp and Cindy Lauper told Captain Lou Albano that girls just wanna have fun. Pretty fantastic role models for a young girl. At least they had opinions, stood for something and most importantly – had personalities.
Seriously, look how awesome Cyndi Lauper was – and is. She had half of her head shaved and tacky makeup. But more than just looking crazy – she WAS crazy and rebellious. She’s So Unusual came out and it changed my little world. I can’t count the times I rocked out to “She Bop” in front of my mirror…then embarrasingly lip synched it in a summer camp talent show. I was beat out by this girl who did a Gloria Estefan jam. (I guess the rhythm DOES get you.) But Cyndi was a badass, she rocked it out and didn’t have to tart herself up to do it. In addition to having amazing talent, she showed me that weird is where the party’s at. At the age of 8, I knew I wanted to be unusual like Cyndi – a little obnoxious, quirky and funny. She was an older, singing version of Pippi Longstocking – free, open and totally unself-conscious. Seriously, watch this….Still awesome. Don’t get me started on Pippi – that’s a whole other topic.
It seems the 80′s were oddly more pro-woman than the 2000′s. Sure, Britney and Beyonce sing about sex and love, but its still within the acceptable regime of what a hot chick should look and act like. It’s the same old bubble gum feminism like the Spice Girls. Girl power! Power to wear makeup and do our hair funky! Woo hoo.
Cut to this week, when I have been obssessed with – I mean pathetically obsessed with two female singers – M.I.A. and Santigold (formerly Santogold). Holy fuckshits, I’m so excited to finally find two women my age, of color, who aren’t totally sexed-up vacant fuck toys singing about stuff nobody cares about. These are two bad bitches with buckets and buckets of talent that blow my mind. Both have a unique style and write about topics of subtance.
M.I.A. is deeply political and discusses third world issues and Santigold writes about being an artist and the struggles of individualism in a culture that priveleges pre-fab rock stars.
The music is unreal and I encourage you to check out all of what these women have created. It really renewed my faith in humanity and in the music industry somewhat. I’m sure there are more chicks like these out there making cool music, but I’m not that cool anymore to go looking for it. All I know is what I’m fed and these two came to me thru friends.
I’m so thankful to have found these girls, as it has made me feel the same excitement I did with Cyndi Lauper. That in a world of polished pop singers, there’s girls that are a little rough and probably a little smelly. And I LIKE IT!!