My Bubby and Zaydee came to visit from Florida and I couldn’t wait to share my all-time favorite musician with them: Weird Al. I sang every single song from his first two albums. I showed them the video for “Eat It,” which we had taped off of MTV. “Why do his eyes turn yellow at the end of the video?” I asked, having never seen the Michael Jackson video for “Beat It.” They were slightly confused. “Because sometimes people eat bad food and then their livers don’t work and so their eyes turn yellow,” Bubby said. “Don’t you love it?” I asked. I decided she must because she understood things [...]
All the farcical and playful takes on Thought Catalog headlines you can handle, but with none of the pesky articles.
We Jews are an enterprising people. Tell us we have to be moneylenders because the Bible forbids Christians from the practice, and we'll make a ton of money at it. Tell us we aren't allowed to keep our last names and we'll make up pretty new ones like Rosenberg and Goldfarb. And if something in pop culture becomes a big phenomenon, you can guarantee we'll find a way to make it our own. Sometimes, it's easy: we get dibs on "Sex and the City" because SJP is one of the tribe. But if there's not a Jewish angle on the next big thing, we'll make our own kosher version [...]
#1: Don't apologize for being late with a Starbucks latte in your hand.
— GS Elevator Gossip (@GSElevator) December 19, 2013
Last night, the author of the "parody twitter account" (*shudder*) called @GSElevator—that's short for Goldman Sachs Elevator, you see—was escorted out of the closet by Andrew Ross Sorkin.
To anyone who'd ever met anyone who worked at Goldman Sachs, it was obviously fiction, as in, made-up, invented, concocted. So was his writing on fashion and manhood at Business Insider: It was sometimes hilarious but almost never had the ring of truth. In recent times, the account has grown quieter and less specific, although apparently it [...]
I pushed open the door to Starbucks. Was I buying chain coffee ironically? Meta-ironically, in an attempt to escape my upper class suburban upbringing but then reconnect with it? Sincerely? My heart hammered inside me, dripping down and coating my viscera with doubt. Sometimes your twenties are like that.
What should I get? A pumpkin spice latte? It’s back, you know. I can never make up my mind. I’m indecisive but sometimes I’m decisive but then sometimes I’m indecisive and then I get decisive again. I hid this for so long, buffeted back and forth by the churning wills of the world. My parents never saw it. I kept it [...]
Maura: So… Maura: I don't really know a lot about the topic, but are there more pornographic films that are "parodies" of other films now than before? Or do we just know about them more because of the internet etc? Choire: Over to you, Alex.
"[S]everal sites are posting this trailer for Spook Central, which appears to be a feature-length study of Ghostbusters (yes, Ghostbusters) done in the same voice-over-and-clip style as Room 237. Are these theorists and their crazy notions legit—or is the whole thing an elaborate spoof of Room 237? What’s more, is this trailer the entire end game? It’s worth noting that there is no IMDb page for Spook Central, or even an official site; indeed, the only Google hits for 'Ghostbusters Spook Central documentary' are movie sites posting the trailer." —This thing goes all the way to the top!
"In a final coda to one of literature's great doomed romances, a previously unseen poem by Ted Hughes was published Thursday in which he describes the dark last days leading up to Sylvia Plath's suicide." And here's a dramatic reading!
It says something about pop music's place in the world that "Weird Al" Yankovic's bubblewraplicious "sex tape" is a joke that more people will get than, say, any sort of straight music-video parody he might unleash right now? (Too bad, because a food-based take on "Bad Romance" would be pretty epic.) [Via]