Thursday, August 7, 2008

How to Stop Worrying and Love the Bombshells





This is a copy of an Orlando Sentinel column that I wrote in February 2007, shortly after Anna Nicole's death, about smart bombshells who upend the stereotypical image of the gorgeous dumb girl. I love them and I love this piece - I'm putting it up because it goes with the review of Pamela Anderson's new show which is the post above this one. Enjoy!

Liz Langley
Even in a skimpy outfit, you can have a head on your shoulders
Published February 23, 2007


When Anna Nicole died, the rush to turn her into a cautionary tale was so fast it actually blew my hair a little. Glamorous and sad, sexy and doomed, the inevitable comparisons were made to Monroe and Mansfield. Fair enough: They were all juicy blondes who died too young.

But I think there's a vague odor of something else there, an undercurrent of our Puritan heritage that wants to be very certain that if you're sexy and you flaunt it, are proud of it, you're going to meet a horrible end.

That's not fair, and it's definitely not true.

Life is not a horror movie, where only virgins live to overact another day. I was raised with '70s feminism and traditional thinking, which both suggested that if you liked tight clothes and red lipstick, you were a twit or a tramp, and only shallow people put tons of emphasis on their looks. Then I grew up and realized that liberation is simply about making your own choices. It is entirely possible to care for both Shakespeare and stilettos. The only shallow thing is thinking you have to be limited (except by other people's limited thinking).

So to cleanse the palate of this attitude that sexiness must end badly, here are some sirens who aren't remembered as tragic figures. These aren't women whose careers I followed, but whom I admired, remembered or just now rediscovered and Web-searched, though I know there are many more. Buckle up: serious curves ahead.

Charo. Alternately Maria Rosario Pilar Martinez Molina Baeza or just The Cuchi-Cuchi Girl, she learned to play the guitar in a convent, studied with Andres Segovia and has made an incredible career out of seeming as if she can't speak English very well. Actually, she's fluent in four languages and is still looking great at 65.

Brigitte Bardot. "Rated to be one of the most sexually active people on the face of the earth," according to celebritywonder .com, Bardot, 72, has been so successful at switching gears that her name is now more synonymous with animal-rights activism instead of her animal magnetism. She's still controversial, but not just as a siren anymore.

Sophia Loren. An Oscar-winning actress, author of several books, Loren has worked on behalf of various charities, still acts and still wows the world at 72. She was married for 50 years to producer Carlo Ponti until his death in January.

Betty Grable. She defined " pinup girl," was the highest paid female star in the U.S. in 1947 and enjoyed a 44-year career. Grable, 57, died from lung cancer in 1973 and left an estate in debt -- a sad end but not the morality-tale type, unless the moral is "Yeah, you might want to quit smoking."

Tina Turner. She of the legendary legs is still doing movies and TV appearances at the age of 67 and, long after ditching her bad marriage, has become the dignified definition of "survivor."

Jill St. John. A legendary beauty with an IQ of 162, this Bond girl, who is now 66, is purported to have had a fling with Henry Kissinger. In the '80s, she veered off the acting path to write cookbooks and become a food columnist but still does occasional parts (i.e., the yada-yada episode on Seinfeld) and is married to Robert Wagner (a k a No. 2 in the Austin Powers movies).

Barbi Benton. She's was Hef's girlfriend but the sexiest girl-next-door ever was never made Playmate of the Month. Benton, 57, did, however, have an interesting career in country music and eventually dropped the Hollywood thing to become an interior decorator, not a statistic.

Raquel Welch. Even as a cavewoman (One Million Years B.C., 1966) or a transgendered sexual revolutionary in one of the (famously) worst movies ever made (Myra Breckinridge, 1970) she was impossibly gorgeous and a talented actress. And at 66, she still is. Extra points for having married a man who is 15 years younger than herself (so says imdb.com, where most of this stuff came from).

Pam Grier. A '70s action-film star with measurements of 38-22-36, Grier was diagnosed with cancer in 1988 and given 18 months to live. She battled it out, and at 57, she is still stunning and still working (The L Word, 2007).

Cassandra Peterson. "My name's Elvira but you can call me tonight." The person who should probably get the credit for the trend of adults wanting to wear sexy costumes on Halloween, Peterson, 57, is still out there looking hauntingly good.

That's not a bad Top Ten, and actually I think Jayne Mansfield belongs on the list, too. Toward the end her career flagged, true, but Mansfield -- a k a Mariska Hargitay's mom -- died in a car accident, not from self-destruction.

So yes, while there is a lot of tragedy among screen sirens and sex symbols (and Britney seems determined to be one of the disasters -- baldness is the only way anyone could see her as an egghead at this point), there's also a lot of success, happiness and life-goes-on. It's not just what's in the skimpy outfit that matters, it's what's in the heart and head, which is true of anyone in any job. Astronauts can self-destruct just like starlets, many of whom have stellar careers that aren't sealed with a tsk.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Hardcore Hendrix

A little while ago I reviewed the Jimi Hendrix sex tape for the Orlando Weekly – I’d said I wasn’t quite convinced that it was Hendrix, but honestly – and I said this in the review – how the hell would I know? It’s a pretty hot video anyway, and a day before my review came out this news hit the web (this is excerpted from showbizspy.com):

Porn Company Boss Claims Victory In Hendrix Sex Tape Battle
By WENN, July 9 2008
The bosses of a DVD porn company are claiming victory in their battle over the authenticity of a JIMI HENDRIX sex romp, claiming the rock legend's estate has failed to prove the star of the raunchy footage isn't the late guitar great.
Vivid Entertainment released Jimi Hendrix: The Sex Tape on DVD in May (08) and company bosses were immediately challenged over the authenticity of the footage.
The controversial video depicted a man having sex with two women, and Vivid insisted the star was Hendrix.
Vivid co-chairman Steven Hirsch even offered Experience Hendrix, LLC officials $100,000 (GBP50,000) if they could prove the man in the video wasn't the rock star.
Sixty days after the offer, the Hendrix estate has failed to come up with verifiable proof that Hendrix is not the star of Jimi Hendrix: The Sex Tape

Despite my flawed-but-typical skepticism the review is worth reading – link below – hope you enjoy it!

Hardcore!

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Wimpynomics




Hunter Thompson said “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro,” and things have never been weirder than they are now. That means that in some sense, those of us who never caught on to traditional lifestyles are in a better position than most. We freelancers don’t have to worry about losing our 9-5 jobs since we never had them to begin with. Having spent our whole lives confidently saying “I can do that!” when someone offered a paid gig – and then scrambling to figure out how to do it –we are, in some ways, better prepared for the current economic Wonderland, where nothing makes sense. Sense wasn’t something we trafficked in to begin with. The going is weird and the weird are ready.

That doesn’t mean we’re not feeling the pinch and one of the places I feel it most - and like it least - is not being able to support my fellow freelancers as much as I’d like, to take their classes, buy their art, books and music, support their businesses. On the ten-mile long list of why I want money, after “champagne for breakfast,” is so I can hand wads of it to my friends to support their talent, because they so, so deserve it.

This could put me back in the poor house before you can say MC Hammer because I have lots of talented friends and one of the most talented is Chas Martin. Chas donated the tag line for Alice the Goon, is one of the funniest people and best writers I know, a great DJ, editor, voice actor, teacher and computer genius (see? Weird and pro). Chas would never ask for it, but I would love to be able to give him a stack of bills as thick as “The Stand” in exchange for doing my website, because he deserves that and more, but it’s not something I can do right now. So this is what came out of my brilliant mouth when I had him on the phone the other day:

“I can’t afford to pay you now,” I told him, “but when I have more money…well, I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a URL today.”
“Wimpynomics,” he said, “Don’t worry. Everybody’s doing Wimpynomics now.”

I fell out.
It never occurred to me before, but he’s right: that’s the perfect name for how it works and how it’s always worked. The world runs on Wimpynomics. Credit card debt is entirely the result of Wimpynomics. Budget deficit…Wimpynomics. For so long we thought we were the image of the jet set, but we were really a dumpy, mustachioed Popeye character getting our hamburgers on the promise of Tuesday, giving other people hamburgers on THEIR promise of Tuesday….and some how Tuesday never comes. You notice…Wimpy never said which Tuesday.

I could go on and on about it – about emotional and spiritual Wimpynomics, creative Wimpynomics, about the Wimpynomics we do with our health, but I just had to give that Chas conversation to you right now because I haven’t laughed so hard since the Smell-o-scope episode of Futurama and that was in 199frickin9.

So there you have it. Thanks, Chas, for keeping it in the Popeye family.
Chas’ Crusty Old Wave show - Chas' Crusty Old Wave!! - and his blog are on the list of Alice Loves, so pay him a visit. Hell, send him a check. I’ll gladly do it Tuesday but I don’t have it today.

(Picture of Wimpy came from Monmouth College Classics Department Homepage on Eponymy.)

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Brideshead Revisited Revisited




I just reviewed "Brideshead Revisited" for the Orlando Weekly - charming movie, and if you're really anglophilic, charming book and 1981 TV mini-series, too. Check out the review at:

http://www.orlandoweekly.com/film/story.asp?id=12528

Or click the link below.
I apologize for always having the cut-and-paste version of web pages in here but I have yet to figure out how to put a link directly into the text on blogger. If anyone knows, let me know!

Brideshead photo came from the Orlando Weekly

Friday, August 1, 2008

New Twist on Elvis







We’re aware there are plenty of people who are into the whole pain/pleasure thing, but instead of going out and buying bondage gear, from now on they can just go to YouTube and watch this supremely horrible clip from the Elvis movie “Easy Come, Easy Go,” It’s of the King trying – and failing – to do yoga.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-Tw2THK8jk


You can watch it or just have someone step on your palm in with a stiletto. Same difference.

But it had one redeeming factor: I knew there was a reason I loved Elvis. He can’t do yoga either. I’m as big of a klutz on the mat as he is in this video….maybe the two of us should have removed our pointy black boots and Catwoman outfits before trying the lotus, but whatever. I’ve accepted that there are some people who want inner peace and some people, like me, who just prefer inner conflict.

Elvis is the star of this show, poor thing, but not everyone might recognize the yoga teacher – that’s Elsa Lanchester the marvelous British actress who played the Bride of Frankenstein in 1935. I bet she wishes they hadn’t asked her to talk in this flick, either.

Thanks to Sally for sending us this clip. The Elvis Pic came from Elvis and the Martial Arts on tripod.com. Bride of Frankenstein picture came from the SUPER FUN blog out of Toronto, Sue Darroch and Matthew Didier’s Paranormal Blog, which you can, and shoudl, check out at http://seminars.torontoghosts.org/blog/

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Summer Love, LIterary Style




THe Orlando Weekly's summer reading issue came out last week with two reviews by yours truly, Silver Springs: The Underwater Photography of Bruce Mozert by Gary Monroe and The Fortuneteller's Lay by Lara Dien. Monroe's collection of Mozert's gorgeous photos from Florida's bygone era and Dien's sizzline erotica are both excellent literary choices for the hottest, wettest summer we've had in an age. Check out the reviews, and more importantly, check out the books:
http://www.orlandoweekly.com/features/story.asp?id=12508

Silver Springs photo from Orlando Weekly; Lara Dien cover photo from Wild Rose Press

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

GTS navigation




Our friend David was recently inspired to invent an acronym that he wants to make part of the lexicon and Goon wants to help. It's GTS and it stands for "Google That Shit." This is what you say to anyone who doubts that you know what you know, i.e.,

"Laurence Fishburne was never on Pee Week's Playhouse."

"Yes he was. GTS."

Or you could say it when you're stuck with a question you don't know.

"So did they ever identify that hideous dino-chicken-turtle-golum thing that washed up in Montauk?"

"What am I, Fox Mulder? GTS, fergodsake."

GTS is the digital age version of "Look it up," since nobody knows how to do that with books anymore but that's 75% of what people are doing all the time on line (the other 25% is reading Goon). Why remember facts when you can GTS and have all that brain space left over for sexual fantasies and revenge fantasies (for when the sexual fantasies fail)?
Anyway, we like it. Use it. It'll be in the Urban Dictionary one day. Then you can GTS.


Image of hideous dino-chicken-turtle-golum thing, that might be good if you Shake n Bake it, came off Unexplained-Mysteries.com