Fortunately, because of my current unemployment, I spend my days glued to a computer chair. This allows me to keep updated with much of the hot gossip on such sites as gawker.com. I also spent a considerable amount of my day today on sethrogen.com (my ultimate would). Recently Paul Rudd, Seth Rogen, Jason Siegel and Jonah Hill graced the cover of the April 2009 Vanity Fair cover in an Annie Leibovitz spoof of the 2005 Tom Ford/ScarJo/Keira Knightley nude cover. OH HOW I WISH THEY WERE NUDE... but no, they are all (save for Rudd) wearing nude colored leotards. Apparently this is causing an uproar within the feminist blogging community...
A) who the fuck reads feminist blogs?
B) why they fuck would feminist care?
I LOL'd at a recent post on Shakesville condemning the shoot:
"Even when women do what they're meant to do by the fucked-up standards of The Patriarchy-get naked and submit themselves for public objectification-they're going to get mocked for doing it. Because, even though we're ostensibly laughing at the Judd ApatowBoyz for their uproarious send-up of a sexy female-oriented VF cover, implicit in that laughter is a condemnation and marginalization of the female-oriented cover: See how silly it is when a man does it?! Ho ho ho."
Umm, really? Honestly, who (besides me and only for Seth Rogen) has an overwhelming urge to see these guys naked? I don't think it is patriarchal condemnation of the female cover. I think the photographers were merely shielding the eyes of the Vanity Fair readers. People who buy this mag usually prefer beauty and high end not Jonah Hill's fat naked ass... I mean, if it were Jude Law, Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt DUUUHHHH they would be naked. It is actually shallow of Vanity Fair to not put those funny ass dudes naked. I would, jus' sayin'.
ANNNYYYYYWAAYYYYYY
I had a lot of fun with my little sister these past few days. She is a nut. We went to the wax museum which cost a million dollars but worth it because I got to touch what I pretended was Joey Fatone. I took her shopping a little. She just gets fiercer and fiercer and I am afraid she is going to be infinitely cooler than me very soon. It's completely awesome that she is old enough now to be my peer. She is almost 20... weird. But before, I felt like I had to hold back when I was around her because she was so innocent, but now college has tainted her and I feel like I can curse in front of her. (She curses back!) We got snowed in on Monday. We literally loafed around all fucking day and watched TV and ate food. Allday. It was a dream. I missed her as soon as the Chinatown bus turned the corner. She is too cool for her own good.
So, now back to applying for jobs and reading gawker.com. FML.
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