Beautiful World

Via the New York Times:

Hunger-induced meltdowns have long been staples in the behavioral repertory of babies and children. But some people never outgrow the habit. Countless adults admit to being irritable, even hostile, when they are hungry, not unlike the belligerent plant that routinely bellowed “Feed me!” in “Little Shop of Horrors.”..

..In an age of electronic navel gazing, when people blog about their every emotion, the hunger-mood connection has been able to be fully expressed and, one might say, feed on itself. Thousands have told their cranky hunger stories online, from a famished driver who admitted to cursing at other motorists, to a woman who wrote that her honeymoon might have been an affair to forget had she not packed snacks.

What lame excuse for poor anger management will people use next – full bladders? Will diapers become the new black for the trendy set?

..and to the NY Times – please don’t implicate blogs in this…

[link thanks to Ann Althouse]

In his recent post, the Importance of being Bosomy, Clive Davis * asks:

While I’m on a battle-of-the-sexes rant, I wish somebody could tell me why any intelligent women has ever taken Madonna seriously.

Back in the eighties, I took Madonna seriously for a few minutes. Then I got better.

Those few minutes happened when I was watching Desperately Seeking Susan, a movie I still watch whenever I catch the reruns. It was supposed to be about a desperate Jersey housewife (Rosanna Arquette), but the real plot revolved around the hip, boho life that was New York in the ’80′s. As a housewife who was too busy with mothering to be desperate for anything but sleep, this quirky, well-made movie appealed to me.

In the movie, Madonna’s homeless sociopath, (the “Susan” desperately sought) had a lot more fun than Arquette’s shy housewife. Those bustiers, lace and those leopard-print clothes were trampy but fun – and everywhere Susan/Madonna went, she was accompanied by ultra-cool music.

As the movie progressed, Madonna got to sleep with Rosanna’s “leisure suit Larry” husband and Rosanna got to sleep with (and keep) Aidann Quinn. Gee, maybe the life of the hip, bustier-clad sociopath wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. So, that was the end of that.

* link thanks to Instapundit

Fashion that doesn’t suck

…and a New Yorker cartoon that’s funny

Thanks to the
Industrial Blog and my husband Bruce

I was in Express yesterday with my daughter, taking advantage of the “end of summer” sales, when I saw the latest look – models with fluffed-up windblown hair, overdone eyeshadow and fitted pants in serious black and stripes: Introducing the new Editor Look!. The absolute fabulousness of which is surpassed by only by the Correspondent Look.

..umm..since when do editors and correspondents look like this? Christiane Amanpour would have to starve for a month to fit into these things.

This is obviously a plot by the MSM to improve their image – using bogus, fake but accurate sources. We should strike back with the blogger look – windblown models in hot pajamas and yoga pants. (We’re Sexy and Fact-checked)

[Speaking of new trends, bob at Breakdown Lane describes the latest hip-to-be-square look for men]