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It’s ngfmsnaps.tumblr.com, and it’s taking the place of our now-defunct weekly Snapshot. So far there’s an inordinate amount of wolf-related content, some good pictures of desserts and mountains, and lots of weird sexy music you should totally fall in love with. So follow us! Follow us forever.
File this under shameless self-promotion, but also because you may dig the bigger picture here — I have a story up at The Rayanne Project, an fiercely smart Tumblr with some fucking sharp writing on My So-Called Life and the character of Rayanne Graff, the good-time girl who was having such a blast that they had to make her the sidekick. Girl culture! Female friendship! The 90s! Right up some of your alleys, I think. It’s all with an eye for left-field portrayals of teenage girls, which sadly still don’t quite get the complexity they deserve often. (And sorry, Manic Pixie Dream Girls don’t count. Although a brilliant film studies essay could be had from looking at Rayanne Graff vs. MPDGs, HINT HINT.)
My story’s kind of odd and pervy (but was super-fun to write because I finally got to use the phrase “boob protection posture” in a proper aesthetic context), and it’s nestled among pieces by other sharp writers like Sarah from The Rejectionist, Sarah Jaffe and Cherie Contillo. So many smart ladies, it has the spirit of a great comp zine-in-progress and the brain of a cool cultural studies reader. You should read! You should contribute! And you should look at these dope pictures of Rayanne and Angela and miss “My So-Called Life”! I’m kind of amazed, after all these years, that it even got on the air at all, but I am glad that it did.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GEORGE HARRISON!
Today is George Harrison’s birthday. I am not going to do the mental math and calculate how old he would be turning if he were alive because it will bum me out. I also want to double-confirm for y’all (because people on the Internet love to correct other people on the Internet) that today really is George Harrison’s real birthday. Wikipedia will tell you otherwise, but Wikipedia is wrong. There was an error on George Harrison’s birth certificate because WWII-era Liverpool was shoddy like that, and his birthday has been misreported as being February 25th since basically the dawn of time, but last year it came out that George Harrison’s birthday is actually the 24th- today! Know it, learn it, love it.
Clearly, there are many wonderful aspects to the wonderful, calm and sexy human being known as George Harrison. For starters, he loves India! That’s such a hot quirk in a Beatles Boyfriend. And he loves racecar driving- less hot, yes, but to each his own. And once, in a story, I decided that George Harrison is the patron saint of clover, avocados, corduroy, the first day of school and the colour orange, so let’s remember this also. However, I’m a disgusting frat boy, so the trait in George Harrison I value most is easily his physical attractiveness. Let’s face it: homeboy is the hottest dude of all time. This is an objective fact. So, on this wonderful, calm and sexy day falling precisely four months before my twenty-sixth birthday built to honor the sexiest sitar-playing guitar-player who ever told Paul McCartney that whatever he wants him to play he’ll play it- let’s all freak out about what a babe he is on nogoodforme.com!
I personally started celebrating George’s ??th birthday at around 2:45 this morning, when I clicked through the first 50 pages of the Fuck Yeah George Harrison Tumblr (fuckyeahgeorgeharrison.tumblr.com) until my eyes bled. Here are my millions of gorgeous findings.
Anytime I ever look at a picture of Ray Davies, or remember that Ray Davies is a real person who exists, I feel totally A-OK about being single. Ray Davies helps me remember that no man will ever be Ray Davies except Ray Davies, so, in the grand scheme of my life, who really gives a shit about dating anyone? Except Ray Davies? Point being, not me.
To help illustrate my point, here are like eighty billion pictures of Ray Davies I stole from the Fuck Yeah Davies Tumblr.
This beanie’s cool too, but I like hers better.
Both pix from nickdrake.tumblr.com, which has way too many beautiful photographs.
It’s Weird Adorable Birds Day! First furry penguins, now Hungover Owls, aka my fave Tumblr that’s not for looking at hot old rockstar dudes I wanna get with. My fave’s either this li’l guy, or the remorseful Hungover Owl, with whom I identify most of all. Thanks for the “heads-up,” DJ Freak Illness.
Yesterday at Ralph’s I was in line with a bottle of sriracha, reading the new Vanity Fair.
“Is that Marilyn Monroe on the cover?” asked the weirdo-beardo aging-rocker dude in front of me. “Or Madonna?”
“It’s Marilyn Monroe,” I said, holding the magazine up to him like See?
“A lot of men from my generation found her quite attractive,” spoke Beardo, “for some bizarre reason.” And then he bought a single ear of corn, and nothing else. So that was wacky.
Anyway, I wish I had that sweater, which is vaguely reminiscent of the sweater George Harrison wears when he hangs out with Kermit the Frog. Photo found at this cool Tumblr.
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