Siddity in the City

CAN I GET AN AMEN?
*jumps up, spins, two-steps and falls dead*
It is absolutely wrong to be pleased at the dissolution of yet another celebrity marriage in this era, but fuck it. THE ROCK WILL BE SINGLE AGAIN!
Do I have a chance? No. But I will feel slightly less guilty imagining him naked feeding me grilled […]

Which is why I am hearing Justin Timberlake’s “Losing My Way” for the first time.
Um.
If I am not mistaken, this damned song is about the crack rock, or somebody on it. Or maybe meth. Whatever.
Justin. Timberlake.
You’re tryin’ too damn hard, playa. We get it. You have Street Cred. You know people with, like, problems, not […]

Sometimes I think the malarkey members of the media get up to is more interesting than anything they report.
A 40-something male sports reporter at the LA Times is taking a break to have sexual reassignment surgery. The ongoing identity saga I respect, and I sincerely hope that when Mike returns as Chrisitne, he finds the […]

New York City is kicking my ass.

Last week, I unofficially moved back to the city, set up camp on a relative’s livingroom floor and went back to work in what was supposed to be a long term temp assignment.
The mission: Sr. Marketing Coordinator; coordinating the traffic of materials between marketers, lawyers, art department and […]

You know, the standard of beauty in the entertainment industry is very, very narrow.
It is so narrow, in fact, that only a few faces are good enough to make the cut. A few recycled looks even work in black and white.
Witness Natascha McElhone of Ronin and Solaris, and Tracee Ellis Ross of “Girlfriends” and […]