So, let me pretty much invalidate everything I've been bitching about lately by posting something meaningless and content-free that helps no one. And is Not Safe For Work.
Ladies and Gents, the hottest movie ever, Velvet Goldmine.
This combines three of my favorite things: naked Ewan McGregor, punk rock, and sparkles. I love it. (Except for the sibling incest part, that's icky.)
Although Johnathan Rhys-Myers does not have such a good voice, I really like this. As with all the fey-ish male characters of pop culture, I'm not sure if I want to fuck them or be like them. But, as piny mentioned one time, why does that have to be an either/or thing? I think it's perfectly reasonable to both envy and covet the giant cigarette holder he's smoking out of here.
I think my performance of femininity is much more in line with peacock men like these characters. Maybe that's part of why I just don't comprehend the point of the Great Feminist Fashion and Beauty Debate (TM). Because for me (and I think for a lot of women), it's not so much about looking pretty and delicate for a man, but being a strutting sexy beast for myself. Just like these guys are doing.
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Well we all need a burst of punky glam now and again.
I love it too! Ian is a fabulous Iggy Pop, world's forgotten boy...
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