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Tuesday , December 14, 2010
Too April For You: In Which We Pick Our Fave Posts and Bestow Big Love Upon One Another
KAT ASHARYA WAS BORN 2 B FLY
Once upon a time when we were young little prancey lambs, Kat Asharya and I used mail each other mixtapes accompanied by sweet and gushy notes scrawled in messy cursive on adorable stationary. (Actually, only my cursive was messy; Kat has gorgeous and impeccable penmanship, I'll have you know.) We never do that anymore, which is mostly okay, 'cause now we have a blog that functions as a living, breathing mixtape ("your ultimate fashion mixtape," if you will). And of all the Heavy Rotations we've cooked up so far, probs my fave is that really weird one where LJ posted two Friedberger songs, I used Juliana Hatfield and Spencer Davis Group to cavetch about dudes who are stupid, and Kat picked a pair of tracks by Lady Gaga and the Fly Girlz. OMG THE FLY GIRLZ. What would've ever become of me if I'd never heard "Born 2 B Fly"? Probably I'd just keep on always being vaguely surprised whenever music made by people born after 1970 turns out not to suck, which is no way to live. Now my iPod plays "Born 2 B Fly" at least 9,000 times a day and I'm even contemplating buying the Fly Girlz' actual record (Da Brats From Da'Ville), just like I did with the new PJ Harvey/John Parish album after Kat reviewed it in her Five Best Things post (which, incidentally, also gives props to DBFD - see how it all comes back around?). It's awesome when people make you want to buy new records instead of just playing the same Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young CD on repeat night after night after night. Kat Asharya: Saving me from turning into a no-fun pseudo-hippie smugster, one beautiful nogoodforme.com post at a time. (Liz)
LJ ON BARKER: "Elizabeth Barker and Kris Kristofferson are cut from a thicker, more intricate cloth than most celebrities today," writes Ethan Hawke
Elizabeth Barker of nogoodforme.com is really, dangerously good at writing sentences. A very good example of this phenomenon in action would be, "Early-1970s Kris Kristofferson was hotter than an armadillo's hide at a West Texas picnic on the Fourth of July, as Stupid Ethan Hawke stupidly fails to add. What shoddy journalism." Next up is "But uncongrats on the irksome assumption that quasi-self-effacingly acknowledging your assholeness somehow excuses everything. It doesn't. Everybody hates you." Uncongrats? Irksome assumption? Quasi-self-effacingly? The strength, clarity and mind-bottling hilariousness of the writings of Elizabeth A. Barker turn me into a regular Jack Nicholson's Character In As Good As It Gets. Liz: this paragraph is the weblog equivalent of me looking longingly into your eyes and saying, "You make me wanna be a better writer." HA HA HA! Oh yeah, and I definitely ain't the type of girl who'd ever turn her nose up at pictures of sexy shirtless dudes. Three cheers for sexy shirtless dudes!
LJ: TAKING ON THE FASHION INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX AND EFFIN' WINNING
LJ's inaugural "How to Dress Yourself" column, taking inspiration from old issues of National Geographic, was pretty much the best fashion blog entry I have ever witnessed in my entire life. Seriously, it was just awesome, spot-on, quirky, cool, and utterly inspirational -- the perfect embodiment of what fashion should be all about in an ideal world, which is about cultivating imagination, fancy and happiness instead of letting some cog of Fashion Industrial Complex machinery bully you into thinking what's sexy or fierce or whatever. But I feel like the biggest props this month need to go to the Thrift Scores entry in which she talked about dealing with her eating disorder. One thing that sucks about representation in anything fashion-related is the lack of transparency about how images are made and the continual hypocrisy of the whole image-making machine, but what's amazing is that someone in the fashion blogosphere talked about how their body got to be that way in a candid, honest, upfront way. I went to a college where every other girl seem to suffer from disordered eating and maintained their thinness at a tremendous cost, and I spent years observing how they explained their physique as "It's just my metabolism" or "I have food allergies" or whatever, which is some way made me sadder. The key to confronting any problem is a brave kind of openness, and such prevaricating and subterfuge just makes it so much harder for others to confront their issue as well. So I think it's really brave that LJ is so open and honest about her experience, and I think it's even braver that she's not letting the disease define her but fighting it like the scrappy person she is. I'm proud of what she brings to nogoodforme -- serious smarts, bracing honesty, outspoken clarity. But I'm even prouder of her as a friend, because it takes a lot of guts to admit there's something not right about what you see and to do something about it. True freedom lies in authenticity, and LJ is authentically awesome. (Kat)
NOGOODFORME ON NOGOODFORME: "How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal?" ask Liz and Laura Jane of nogoodforme.com
Once upon a sweltering Williamsburg afternoon four years ago, Laura Jane Faulds and Elizabeth Barker sat on the front stoop of some rich person's townhouse and shared a joint. Laura's hair looked absurdly great, she recalls; Liz hadn't showered in three days and felt really nasty about it (which she should have, since LJ is obviously the sort of person who would judge the Helter Skelter outta Liz Barker for having temporarily poor hygiene). Little did Liz and Laura Jane know: in a few years time, they would collaboratively produce the single most important document in the history of Stonerdom: The NOGOODFORME Guide to the Greatest Stoners of All Time. I wish the lady who walked past and looked at us like we were gutter rats had instead been a sage sent from heaven above to tell us of our awesome futures; it would have totally blown our minds, yo. Tragic as it is that Kat Asharya's glamorous life prevented her from getting in on the Sacred Stoner action, let's face the music (Pink Floyd's The Wall, in this case): this post was effin' genius.
"The Irony of it All" by The Streets (The mad-best pro-marijuana song, followed closely by "I Love You Mary Jane" by Sonic Youth & Cypress Hill) is a perfect compliment to "TNGFMGTTGSOAT":
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