Monthly Archives: January 2008

Chew your way to a skinny new you!

Time to add one more thing to the ever-growing list of things that Europeans do better than Westerners. Now — just below fashion design, filmmaking and cooking — is the latest addition: Weight loss.

According to an article published in the January 12 issue of the British Medical Journal, a 21-year-old woman and 46-year-old man each chewed over 15 sticks of sugarless, sorbitol-sweetened gum daily, leading to diahrrea of epic proportions. The woman lost 24 pounds, while the man lost 46.

Sorbitol is rarely (if at all) used by American gum companies, who typically use aspartame or saccharin, so this new isn’t really relevant to Yankee gum-chewers, which makes this news somewhat bittersweet for me. Seriously. Pro: Losing dozens of holiday pounds. Con: Ten bowel movements daily. It’s honestly a toss-up.

In the meantime, I’ll stick to my usual, weightloss-less choice of American gum:

Unicorns won’t make you shit your pants.

And how about an aptly-named Kate Nash download, while we’re at it?

Download: Kate Nash ‘Shit Song’

In other news, babies were popping out like… rabbit… babies over the past few days in Hollywood. Pop diva supreme Christina Aguilera gave birth to son Max Liron Bratman on Saturday evening, the first born son with her hubbie of two years, music executive Jordan Bratman. Less talented socialite Nicole Richie also popped one out, a daughter named Harlow Winter Kate Madden, on Friday. Harlow is the first born child of Richie and B.F. Joel Madden, of Good Charlotte fame.

As much as I am ashamed to say that the first concert that I ever attended was a Good Charlotte/Simple Plan double bill at The Rave in Milwaukee almost a decade ago, Madden was one of my first guy-crushes back in the middle school, coming-to-terms-with-gayness days, and I’ll always feel a tiny twinge of excitement when I hear his name. Plus, he occasionally cleans up into a GQ-esque, respectable chap.

He cleans up nice, doesn’t he?

*Le sigh*

Designers, dykes and tigers, oh my!

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As much as I’ve enjoyed the beginnings of Project Runway Season Four, which sports perhaps the queerest cast ever, I often catch myself reminiscing upon the days of my personal favorite season of the show to this point — season two. Particularly the dreamy, though underfed Daniel Vosovic. Based on an interview published earlier this week in New York Magazine, it seems that Vosovic is equally “whelmed” by this season’s cast.

“I’m still waiting for that really big, wow moment,” [Vosovic] said. The show was better, he insisted, back in the old days. “Everyone now is so damn professional. I want that young, raw talent where it’s more of a risk.”

Don’t get me wrong.. A number of the remaining competitors are brimming with talent — Christian Siriano, Jillian Lewis and Kit are my personal favorites (and my early prediction for the Fashion Week finalists). It just hasn’t made for that interesting of television for exactly the reasons that Danny Sweetcheeks has pointed out. This is particularly true as the few “unhinged” characters left seem to be mere episodes away from their respective “auf”s. [Case in point: Sweet P and Ricky Lizalde, both of whom have been on constant verge of complete mental breakdown, while completing repeatedly mediocre work.] Here’s hoping that the drama will build as the field narrows in the coming weeks, and that Tim Gunn will continue to say things that make me giggle like a giddy school girl, such as this winner from a few weeks ago:

“I’ve made more bad decisions at 3 AM than I can list.”

Oh, Timo…

In other news, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled yesterday to approve the trademarking of the name “Dykes on Bikes” for the well-established San Francisco lesbian motorcycle brigade, despite an appeal by a (male) lawyer who argued that the term was “disparaging (to men), scandalous and immoral.” Michael McDermott additionally argued in his complaint that the group was, by nature, comprised of “hyper-militant radicals hateful toward men.” Kudos to the Supreme Court for standing up against this crazed “men’s rights” activist. The Dykes on Bikes are one of the most recognized groups that regularly participate in Pride marches, with groups formed across the United States and Canada. Their presence is important within a queer community that all too often caters to the interests of the majority within the minority — gay white men. We all too often forget that oppression occurs in many different ways within the queer community, and that we are still mostly able to benefit from male privilege.

Tatiana, a feminist that went too far.

While on the topic of lesbians, how could I forget the militant, uber-feminist pussy-gone-mad Tatiana. No amount of privilege could have saved 17-year-old Carlos Sousa Jr., the victim of the tragic Christmas Day tiger attack at the San Francisco Zoo, who was buried this morning near his home in San Jose. Since the attack, Mark Geragos, the attorney of the surviving Dhaliwal brothers, has accused the zoo of improperly housing the tigers and engaging in a “smear campaign” against the brothers and is demanding an apology. Meanwhile, another witness of the attack has come forward saying that she had witnessed the brothers taunting a nearby lion shortly before the bra-burning tiger lept into action and mauled Sousa. My thoughts for Geragos? Show respect for the victim and his family, be thankful that your clients are alive and move on, rather than squandering the resources of courtrooms and investigative teams.

But still. None of this would have happened had it not been for hyper-militant radical feminist tigers existing in the first place. Eliminate feminism and the big cat areas of zoos across the country will once again be safe for angsty teenagers to take out their bottled aggression on defenseless, caged animals. Tatiana, you went too far with your radicalism.

And I leave you with a song by feminists that are finding empowerment with far less fatal results. Below is a download of a fantastic dance remix of Tegan and Sara to brighten up this dreary, eeriely-springish-but-not-in-a-good-way Tuesday afternoon.

Download: Tegan and Sara ‘Back in Your Head’ (Tyler Fedchuk 1/2ALIVE Disco Remix)

Give a listen to… Kate Nash

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20-year-old Dublin songstress Kate Nash’s debut album “Made of Bricks” will finally be unleashed upon the States tomorrow after over a year of critical acclaim overseas, and I cannot find the words to adequately describe the many reasons why this is an album you should most certainly own. Nash’s British accent and quirky song-writing style have drawn comparisons to other artists from across the ocean, most notably Lily Allen, but any similarities end at the accent. Simply put, Nash is what everyone will be saying Lily Allen “could have been” three years from now.

Need some evidence? Check out the video of Nash’s performance of her #1 single “Foundations” from Jool Holland’s Hootenanny New Years’ Eve show below, as well as a download of the wickedly tart “Dickhead” and a link to her Myspace profile to hear more.

Download: Kate Nash ‘Dickhead’
Visit: Myspace
Visit: Official Site

Be on the lookout for more “Give a listen to…” entries on a semi-regular basis here at the blog, spotlighting upcoming artists that deserve your attention.

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

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As I’m sure you are all aware, Britney Spears has started out 2008 as the focus of much controversy, due to a chaos-filled child-handoff with K-Fed last Wednesday evening that culminated in Spears being wrestled into the back of an ambulance to spend two nights under observation at LA’s Cedar-Sinai Medical Center. Having tested negative for illegal drugs and alcohol, Spears checked herself out of the hospital on Saturday. No one seems to know at this point what caused the complete breakdown of the teen-star-turned-trailer-mama-slut, with hypotheses ranging from People Magazine’s Britney’s Bipolar Theory to the well-known Selfish Diva Theory.

When it comes down to it, I honestly couldn’t care one way or another about what “caused” Spears’ apparent meltdown. What really concerns me about the whole situation is rarely being discussed in any of the zillions of articles that have sprang up across the Internet on the incident: How the hell are those damn kids supposed to have any shot at this point to become well-adjusted adults at any point in the future? Brit-Brit has completely fucked these kids over, and even though her custody has been completely taken away, the damage has already been done. Not letting Spears see her children is likely going to cause them more harm than good, though it could be the lesser of two evils, given that it would allow for the kids to be distanced from the traveling tabloid military that have been hounding Spears for years.

I enjoy celebrity gossip as much as the next gay boy, but enough is enough. Hollywood wannabes: Give this girl some space and let her sort this stuff out — she is clearly on the brink of sheer insanity.

In other news, Brit-Brit popped up in an unexpected place, at the sold-out Dresden Dolls concert at the Vic Theatre that I was lucky enough to attend on Saturday night. Prior to the fantastic show, which included a number of new songs in addition to fabulous standards (‘Coin-Operated Boy’, ‘Missed Me’, ‘Girl Anachronism’) all performed with unbridled panache, a troupe of interpretive dancers took to the stage to perform a three-minute dance telling the story of Romeo and Juliet. Nothing too groundbreaking, I suppose — except that they were both lesbians. And performed to ‘Toxic.’ Check out the video below.

The show was just one of many highlights from a fantastic weekend adventure in Chicago. Sylvia and I started Saturday on Michigan Avenue, so that I could stock up on underoos from H&M, and before long, we made it up to Lakeview, the site of the night’s show and the center of Boystown. Even though I had one too many vodka tonics at Roscoe’s, the night taken as a whole was incredible, and I’m looking forward to my August move now more than ever. Sunday morning, we traveled up the Red Line for brunch at an adorable restaurant in Andersonville, where I ate the best crepe EVER — filled with caramelized onions and feta cheese.

ReSpekt wishes you a happy new year

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Regina Spektor recently recorded a cute little ditty wishing everyone a happy new year — “My Dear Acquaintance,” originally offered for free to customers on the Apple store, though it appears to now cost $0.99. At any rate, the song purrs sweetness, and through her lyrics, I’d like to wish all of you a fantastic 2008, filled with glamour, beauty, love and glitter. Click here to preview or download the track.

My dear acquaintance, it’s so good to know you
For strength of your hand
That is loving and giving
And a happy new year
With love overflowing
With joy in our hearts
For the blessed new year

Raise your glass and we’ll have a cheer
For us all who are gathered here
And a happy new year to all that is living
To all that is gentle, kind, and forgiving
Raise your glass and we’ll have a cheer
My dear acquaintance, a happy new year