So many CRAZY-bringing stories this week: Rihanna commandeers a plane and gets reporters drunk; Hope Solo marries her fiancee the day after he is arrested for domestic violence (yes, against her), and I still don't have a million dollars in my pocket.
But there are a few undeniably entertaining things that have happened this week....like the Patraeus affair getting the Taiwanese animation treatment—what an honor, 4-star general!
Did anyone watch Glee's "Grease" episode last night? Don't bother. That's shit's show's a hot mess. On the bright side, Kate Hudson's abs made an appearance (and I say this as someone who refuses to see a Kate Hudson movie/anything, so let that speak volumes about what I think of Glee this season). "There Are Worse Things I Could Do"? How appropriate. Nevertheless, this was probably the best number from the show's production, thanks to Santana. DUH:
And, if all this isn't a sign that the world is indeed ending, last night Camille Paglia made an appearance on Andy Cohen's Watch What Happens Live, and he drooled all over her. Andy, this is the WORST thing you could do. Seriously. Don't get me wrong, her sex-positive thinking is right now—she just seems to believe that sexism is not systematic, so her ideas about being SEKSI seem, to me, slightly naive in the sense that, sure, these housewives know how to be SEKSI and use THE SEKSI to their advantage. I just don't think they're entirely cognizant of what-the-eff they're doing, or of their positionality or subjectivity in the world in which they're operating.
Not to mention that I also have a decade old, let's say, "dislike" of Paglia for bad-mouthing the most amazing scholar that ever lived, Barbara Johnson, for no reason other than sheer jealously. And, if you know me, you know that you NEVER speak poorly or verbally attack 1) Barbara Johnson, 2) my girlfriend, or 3) my dog. If you do, I will snap your neck.
PS: Tig Notaro and friends will be at The Bell House in Brooklyn tomorrow night...HOORAY!