"Your name is Buck, right? And you came here to fuck....right?
Sorry for the Norwegian subtitles.
måndag 27 april 2009
Oh, make me over...
Plastic surgery is fascinating...as anything, when taken to its extreme, it gets scary.
* A 50 year-old woman recently spent £10,000 on surgery to become the spitting image of her 28 year-old daughter.
* A man in China has convinced his new wife to undergo plastic surgery so she could resemble his dead first wife. Zhao Gang, 32 from Chongqing city, China, lost his first wife in a car accident three years ago and now wants his new wife to look exactly like her dead wife.
* Lisa Connell, 29, is terminally ill from a brain tumour and has decided to spend £40,000 on plastic surtgery to look like Demi More, saying: "I want to die beautiful. This is my way of getting the control back in my life”. (Demi Moore recently spoke out against the surgery, asking her to please not go through with it).
* A male Jennifer Lopez fan has undergone plastic surgery in Miami for MTV's "I Want a Famous Face" to turn himself into a J.Lo look-a-like. Michael J. Tito, 23, had breast and cheek implants, an eyebrow lift, eyebrow bone shaved and his hairline lowered in front of the MTV cameras for the reality show, Britain's Sun reported Wednesday.
* Jocelyn Wildenstein underwent multiple preocedures to look like her husbands favourite animal - a cheetah- after he had decided to divorce her.
* After having transformed herself into a modern day Barbie Doll, Cindy Jackson recently decided to start a new transformation and turn herself into a spitting image of Birgitte Bardot.
...and so on. I can't help but feeling bad for these people and it hruts me to think how unhappy and full of self-hatred they must really be to want to literally transform themselves into someone else. :( Psychologically, though...it's incredibly fascinating. Humans are an interesting species.
* A 50 year-old woman recently spent £10,000 on surgery to become the spitting image of her 28 year-old daughter.
* A man in China has convinced his new wife to undergo plastic surgery so she could resemble his dead first wife. Zhao Gang, 32 from Chongqing city, China, lost his first wife in a car accident three years ago and now wants his new wife to look exactly like her dead wife.
* Lisa Connell, 29, is terminally ill from a brain tumour and has decided to spend £40,000 on plastic surtgery to look like Demi More, saying: "I want to die beautiful. This is my way of getting the control back in my life”. (Demi Moore recently spoke out against the surgery, asking her to please not go through with it).
* A male Jennifer Lopez fan has undergone plastic surgery in Miami for MTV's "I Want a Famous Face" to turn himself into a J.Lo look-a-like. Michael J. Tito, 23, had breast and cheek implants, an eyebrow lift, eyebrow bone shaved and his hairline lowered in front of the MTV cameras for the reality show, Britain's Sun reported Wednesday.
* Jocelyn Wildenstein underwent multiple preocedures to look like her husbands favourite animal - a cheetah- after he had decided to divorce her.
* After having transformed herself into a modern day Barbie Doll, Cindy Jackson recently decided to start a new transformation and turn herself into a spitting image of Birgitte Bardot.
...and so on. I can't help but feeling bad for these people and it hruts me to think how unhappy and full of self-hatred they must really be to want to literally transform themselves into someone else. :( Psychologically, though...it's incredibly fascinating. Humans are an interesting species.
lördag 25 april 2009
torsdag 23 april 2009
Burlesque
After watching "Sweden's Got Talent" the other day and discovering a lovely Swedish burlesque performer, I decided she's worth a blog post. :) Some of you may know my obsession with Dita Von Teese -which is the person who sparked my burlesque interest- but this girl was really good as well. She gieves classes, too, unfortunately I don't have the looks but if I did I'd be straight in. There's just something about burlesque that I really like. It's classy. In the twenties and thirties, it was seen as really raunchy and is probably to compare with what strip clubs are for us today, but nowadays we're used to a different kind, more in.your-face kind of sexiness and burlesque is hardly provocative anymore. I remember reading a Dita interview once and her saying that most of the people that come to see her shows are women, and I actually wasn't surprised by that. Burlesque and what she does is flirty, sensual and fun and I can definitely understand why women feel that that's more relatable than putting on a pair of monster heels and start spinning around a pole.
Below is Duchess Dubois' performance from "Sweden's Got Talent". The song choice was absolutely great (the "perhaps..perhaps" illustrates the cheeky teasing and that "maybe you will...maybe you won't" element that defines burlesque) and I LOVE how she made that piece of fur sgradually smaller and smaller. Very classy indeed. :) And yes, it IS a talent. Not anyone can move gracefully and if you study her, it's all about the movements: pointed toes and fingers, posture, etc. Of course, there are always the odd few with moral "obligations" wondering "if this is what our kids are supposed to see on a Friday evening" but for God's sake, it's just bare skin. It's not like she's crawling around on the floor humping it. Relax.
Below is Duchess Dubois' performance from "Sweden's Got Talent". The song choice was absolutely great (the "perhaps..perhaps" illustrates the cheeky teasing and that "maybe you will...maybe you won't" element that defines burlesque) and I LOVE how she made that piece of fur sgradually smaller and smaller. Very classy indeed. :) And yes, it IS a talent. Not anyone can move gracefully and if you study her, it's all about the movements: pointed toes and fingers, posture, etc. Of course, there are always the odd few with moral "obligations" wondering "if this is what our kids are supposed to see on a Friday evening" but for God's sake, it's just bare skin. It's not like she's crawling around on the floor humping it. Relax.
söndag 12 april 2009
Memories
So...the "Taking Chances" tour is over and I feel...strange. Although it's been amost a year since I experienced my share of it, it's still felt good to know it's been continuing, even if I'm not there. It's hard to explain. Now...it's over. I still live on the Paris memories so today's post is all about that. I know people really wonder why I go to the same shows over and over and I don't know how to explain it...I don't think you can if you haven't been there to experience it.
Those of you who know me know that I have a huge fascination for concert crowds. There's just something magical and very, very special being part of a big crowd that's waiting for the same one thing, to hear the ROAR of that crowd as that one thing -or one person- appears. It's such a special sound. The release of energy, the mutual exchange of that energy that is created between a performer and their crowd like they exist in a form of symbiose. The crowd of thirty, forty, fifty or sixty thousand people that sing or clap their hands in unison and become one big organism...there's nothing like it and it can give me goosebumps just thinking about it. More than anything...it makes me feel like I belong. As childish and cliché as that may sound, it's how I feel in a way. I'm not going to do the whole "I-was-always-an-.outsider"-thing too much but in a way I think that might play a part in why I love my music so much. First and foremost; it's the only thing that has no judgement, secondly...being a fan of someone; a performer or a band...gives you an identity, in a way. It doesn't define who you are, but there are forums for every artist where hundreds or even thousands are like you in terms of that one thing that you all admire, that one thing that you all share, and it creates a feeling of belonging.
I remember looking around the arena in Paris at all those people waving their hands in the air and listening to them sing along and all those huge flags fans having traveled there to see her were holding: Israel, Brazil, Sweden, Greece...and at that moment, everything's alright. What's on the outside of those four walls doesn't matter, doesn't exist. It's right there and then; the music is playing, every hair on your body is standing up, the lights are washing over the crowd...and it's the best thing in the world. That feeling is incredibly addictive and like with anything, if it feels good, you want to do it again.
Below is a clip of the first concert out of three on last year's Céline tour. It had been nine long years since I had last seen her and this was the very last song of the first show in Paris. The French has always had a special relationship with Céline and it was so visible that night. It's not me filming this, but I was there. At 2:03 when the crowd sings along SO LOUDLY...best.moment.ever. I seriously don't know what I would do without my music.
"chantez pour moi!"
Those of you who know me know that I have a huge fascination for concert crowds. There's just something magical and very, very special being part of a big crowd that's waiting for the same one thing, to hear the ROAR of that crowd as that one thing -or one person- appears. It's such a special sound. The release of energy, the mutual exchange of that energy that is created between a performer and their crowd like they exist in a form of symbiose. The crowd of thirty, forty, fifty or sixty thousand people that sing or clap their hands in unison and become one big organism...there's nothing like it and it can give me goosebumps just thinking about it. More than anything...it makes me feel like I belong. As childish and cliché as that may sound, it's how I feel in a way. I'm not going to do the whole "I-was-always-an-.outsider"-thing too much but in a way I think that might play a part in why I love my music so much. First and foremost; it's the only thing that has no judgement, secondly...being a fan of someone; a performer or a band...gives you an identity, in a way. It doesn't define who you are, but there are forums for every artist where hundreds or even thousands are like you in terms of that one thing that you all admire, that one thing that you all share, and it creates a feeling of belonging.
I remember looking around the arena in Paris at all those people waving their hands in the air and listening to them sing along and all those huge flags fans having traveled there to see her were holding: Israel, Brazil, Sweden, Greece...and at that moment, everything's alright. What's on the outside of those four walls doesn't matter, doesn't exist. It's right there and then; the music is playing, every hair on your body is standing up, the lights are washing over the crowd...and it's the best thing in the world. That feeling is incredibly addictive and like with anything, if it feels good, you want to do it again.
Below is a clip of the first concert out of three on last year's Céline tour. It had been nine long years since I had last seen her and this was the very last song of the first show in Paris. The French has always had a special relationship with Céline and it was so visible that night. It's not me filming this, but I was there. At 2:03 when the crowd sings along SO LOUDLY...best.moment.ever. I seriously don't know what I would do without my music.
"chantez pour moi!"
tisdag 7 april 2009
Annika Östberg is coming home!
I seriously thought it would never happen, but it has. Annika Östberg-Deasy has FINALLY got the O.K to be transferred to a Swedish prison. After twenty-seven years in a Californian women's prison, she is currently in New York waitying to come home. Annika was sentenced to 25 years to life, for the murder of a civilian and a police officer. She was not the perpetrator in either murder, however Annika was sentenced under California's felony murder rule, which provides that she is as responsible as the murderer himself, which in this case was her then boyfriend. He committed suicide only a week before the trial, hence leaving the jury (apparently...) with no choice but to sentence her instead. I guess all people love a scapegoat.
As of January 2009, Annika served 27 years in a California prison. Under California law, Annika was eligible for parole after 17 years, yet the California Board of Prison Terms did not find her "suitable for parole", or authorize her for transfer to her native country of Sweden. The next hearing in September 2008 was denied as well, but now...she is coming home.
I heard her on the radio a little bit today and I'm so impressed by her...how she still says that "being bitter is a waste of a life". I can't imagine still being so positive after having a selfish, coward piece of shit kill himself to escape responsibility and leaving you to take the blow. Imagine not touching grass, imagine not feeling water other than from an indoor tap, imagine not feeling the soft fur of a dog....imagine not being able to go out. For twenty-seven years. Even worse, twenty-seven years for something you didn't do. Her mother is old and sick but they'll finally get to see eachother for the first time in several years.
I've no doubt that her image of Sweden is probably quite utopian and she will most likely be a little disappointed -a lot has changed in thirty odd years- and she's coming to a Sweden in the midst of recession. And as horrible as I'm sure all those long years in an American prison must have been, it's the only thing she's known for almost half her life. Leaving it must be at least a little scary. But spring is almost here, and she'll be home. With her mother. At an open ward where she can be outdoors and work with her dogs. I actually choked up a little listening to the news today, I'm so in respect for how it must feel for her. Welcome home Annika.
torsdag 2 april 2009
So...yesterday was April Fool's and as usual, the Swedish papers (and I'm sure the papers in other parts of the world as well) went along with it and printed joke news (some more obvious than others). It's become a bit of a sport for the readers to try and find the April Fool article, a game of "Spot the fake". It's interesting to me, though, that April fool's Day is the only day people actually question what's in the news. Worth thinking about.
On another note, no: I understand that Sweden voted "yes" to gay marriage yesterday (and I can't believe I hadn't heard about it). All I can say is at last. It's such a self evident and obvious thing that I'm surprised it's even up for discussion still. It baffles me that people (Christians aside) have the energy to actually be so BOTHERED about how people they don't know choose to live their lives. And if it's people they DO know...they should be fucking ashamed of themselves for their backward thinking. And that retarded argument homophobes use, as well: "uhhhh, it's unnatural". Sigh. Love is an emotion, all emotions are chemical reactions in the brain, hence the same for everyone. I really don't know how to simplify it any more than that. If you still don't get it...there's no hope for you. Really. People seem so focused on the sex bit, as well. Who CARES what people do in the privacy of their own bedroom? (or kitchen, or hallway, or bathroom). Just for the record: no, gay people aren't overly sexual and out to get you, no, not all gay men have anal sex (typically this seems to be a fear among straight men in particular...dare I say you are overrating your own genitals slightly?) and no, they're not all reversed gender roles. Not all lesbians are butch and not all gay men are feminine. Basta!
"My rules about sexuality is that I don't have a problem with anything anyone does in any way. /.../ I've sucked the dicks of several men, but just like kissing a girl doesn't get her pregnant, sucking someone off doesn't make you gay. It's no big deal".
/Marilyn Manson
On another note, no: I understand that Sweden voted "yes" to gay marriage yesterday (and I can't believe I hadn't heard about it). All I can say is at last. It's such a self evident and obvious thing that I'm surprised it's even up for discussion still. It baffles me that people (Christians aside) have the energy to actually be so BOTHERED about how people they don't know choose to live their lives. And if it's people they DO know...they should be fucking ashamed of themselves for their backward thinking. And that retarded argument homophobes use, as well: "uhhhh, it's unnatural". Sigh. Love is an emotion, all emotions are chemical reactions in the brain, hence the same for everyone. I really don't know how to simplify it any more than that. If you still don't get it...there's no hope for you. Really. People seem so focused on the sex bit, as well. Who CARES what people do in the privacy of their own bedroom? (or kitchen, or hallway, or bathroom). Just for the record: no, gay people aren't overly sexual and out to get you, no, not all gay men have anal sex (typically this seems to be a fear among straight men in particular...dare I say you are overrating your own genitals slightly?) and no, they're not all reversed gender roles. Not all lesbians are butch and not all gay men are feminine. Basta!
"My rules about sexuality is that I don't have a problem with anything anyone does in any way. /.../ I've sucked the dicks of several men, but just like kissing a girl doesn't get her pregnant, sucking someone off doesn't make you gay. It's no big deal".
/Marilyn Manson
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