While discussing the figure skating competitors’ costumes as part of last Thursday’s Winter Olympics coverage, Molloy said: “They don’t leave anything in the locker room, these blokes, do they?” McGuire replied: “They don’t leave anything in the closet either, do they?” McGuire then described one competitor’s costume as “a bit of a Brokeback”, referencing Ang Lee’s film about gay cowboys.
Why does Australia love Eddie McGuire? I mean really - WHY?
I honestly do not think the wider Australian populace “loves” Eddie – one of the positive effects of the Tall Poppy Syndrome we’re so famous for.
AFL: free of homoerotic subtext since, like, forever, right?
First, a Tip of my Hat to Muslim hipsters. An article on this morning’s ‘The USA Today’ features this picture of a t-shirt stand at a recent Islamic Society Conference in Chicago. Slogans on the shirts for sale include ‘Frisk Me, I’m Muslim,’ ‘My Name Causes National Security Alerts,’ and ‘Go Ahead And Profile Me.’
Thank you, Muslim hipsters. By wearing these t-shirts, you make the TSA’s job that much easier. Now when you get pulled out of the airport security lines, detained indefinitely, and denied access to attorneys, it’s not unconstitutional, it’s ironic.
“English speakers also tend to weaken or omit final coronal consonants, a process that linguists call t/d deletion: thus [lɛf] for left. Although t/d deletion is stigmatized, in fact all normal English speakers do it some of the time, at least in some contexts. As a result, fixed expressions that start out as participle+noun are sometimes re-analyzed so as to lose their -ed ending. This happened long ago to ice(d) cream, skim(med) milk, pop(ped) corn, wax(ed) paper, shave(d) ice, etc. It’s happened more recently (I think) to ice(d) tea, cream(ed) corn, and whip(ped) cream.”—Language Log » The population memetics of un-ed-ing — Whoa. I had never noticed this phenomenon, but I love it already. (via tristn)
“What kind of mega pop-stars do I want to see more of? I want a fat pop star. I want a pop star who doesn’t care about becoming rich (I know: Yeah, right). I want a butch-dyke pop star with hairy pits (and a femme-dyke pop star, too, for that matter, one who doesn’t have to spectacularly self-destruct). I want a sissy-boy pop star in a dress (ditto on the not self-destructing). I want a transgender pop star, and I want a new-tomboy pop star, one who doesn’t sing, “I don’t like your girlfriend,” like Avril Lavigne, and who maybe even (OMG!) doesn’t wear eyeliner. Above all, I want female pop stars who get attention more for their talent and originality as musicians than for their skill as crafters of personae. When that happens, adolescent girls—and boys, and all of us—will be way better off.”—A discussion about Liz Phair, Riot Grrrls, and other ’90s women in rock. - By Sara Marcus and Marisa Meltzer - Slate Magazine (via buyhercandy)
“Staying creative is hard work. Honestly, I don’t think when I got into art school I was very talented at all. I struggled to stand out. I struggled to stay in school. Staying creative was hard work. BUT, the one thing that kept me focused was my desire to be good. I wanted to be really good. I wanted to be as good as those people that WERE talented. I used to think I would eventually, if I worked hard enough, master art like a math equation and then I could relax and just make great stuff and let everything else follow. That time definitely never came, and I know now I never want it to, because the most important thing that keeps me creative is my wanting to be good. So if I’m ever in a rut, the best things to get me out of them is to put myself in places that engage that desire to be good. In a general sense this means to get out and be exposed to others creating. In my opinion, there is no better way to trigger your own creativity, than to see what great things others have made or are making. Going to museums, galleries, shows, etc. always inspires my mind in a way that make me want to get back into my own work and make good things. Be good.”—Chad Hagen is awesome. (via unicornology)
You know when you’ve got iTunes on random and then on comes a song you haven’t heard in ages and you’re over the other side of the room and you’re just like “Holy shit, it’s Nevers!” and you rush over to the computer to pump it up and then totally get into it? That just happened and it was awesome.