Archives for the month of: October, 2010

no, i didn’t get anything pierced. that ship left port somewhere around my sophomore year in college.

i’m talking about the needles you stick in your face long after your wild streaks have been traded in for gray ones.

i got dysport. (for those not in the know, dysport is like botox. it’s basically a coke and pepsi thing- same drug, different manufacturer)

you might be wondering why i did this, seeing as how i haven’t even hit 30 yet.  there’s a few reasons i’ll outline below-

1) i work for a cosmetic dermatologist. i spend my days telling people why it’s a good idea and i figured it’s best to have an actual personal point of view on the subject.

2) i was curious. i see people do it all day long, and i wanted to know what it was like.

3) it’s preventative. neuromodulators (the technical term for things like botox and dysport) prevent wrinkles from forming by stopping repeated movements of overactive facial muscles. mine were my forehead. i’d have a nasty line across my forehead by the end of the day taunting me in my rear view mirror on my drive home from work. now, my forehead glistens in wrinkle-free glory.

4) why not? it wears off in like 4 months. in the off chance i hated it, it fades away (but of course i effing love it!)

MF doesn’t like the idea, but i think he likes that i can’t scowl at him anymore.

If you haven’t heard of Die Antwoord, you probably will. Well, technically you just did. This is a rap group from South Africa that MF and I have been in to for a few months now. Their most recent video is catching some major momentum on the interwebs, and rightfully so. I remember the first thing I saw of them was MF nudging me with his laptop saying “hey, get a load of these guys” and showing me this here (NSFW) video-

My first reaction was to laugh my ass off and question if these guys were for real. They are.

Their newest video, Evil Boy, is really catching on. I was stoked to hear it when it came out, because we had pretty much exhausted our ipods with all their old stuff. The song itself is a super catchy hip hop song, but then I found out there was a lot more to it.

A comment from when posted this video paraphrases the story behind Evil Boy pretty well:

by Xeni Jardin:
So, the story behind this video and song (or part of the story — there’s so much going on!) is that Wanga felt that he was being coerced into a form of ritual circumcision by his community. It’s sort of taken for granted within his ethnic group that you must do this, so much so that if you are a young man and you do not participate, you are ostracized, as the band explained to me.

The thinking, and this is communicated very directly to the young men, is that if you don’t participate, you’re gay. You’re effeminate. You’re not a real man. You never mature from being a boy to being a man.

He struggled with all of this in real life: with what it meant for his personal and cultural identity. And he came to a point where he was like, you know what? Fuck you all. The fact that I won’t consent to having my penis sliced with an unsterilized knife, out in the bush, and risk infection or worse– that doesn’t mean “I’m gay,” as you say. I reject this tradition. If that’s what being a man is, fuck it, I don’t want to be a man. I’ll be an “evil boy for life,” even if it means I am ostracized from my community.

One can only wonder if now that this tradition has been brought to the light of mainstream culture, more young Xhosa men stand up for themselves if they don’t want to endure this ritual.

And there I was just thinking it was just a bunch of dudes wagging their peens around.

there are two rather large containers of frozen dessert in the freezer right now. why? because yogurtland in scottsdale had a groupon. i bought it months ago, and it was expiring yesterday, so i drug MF (very much against his will) to yogurtland to fill up two large containers full of more fro-yo than we should ever be eating. why? BECAUSE IT WAS HALF OFF.

tonight, i drag MF (this time even more against his will) to central phoenix for a poetry reading of selected works of edgar allan poe. did i do this because i have any particular interest in edgar allan poe? because i looove poetry? no. i did it because GROUPON WAS SAVING ME TWELVE DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS! clearly i had no other choice.

obviously the ride home wasn’t without protest- i listened the whole way as to why it was completely whack and how MF would have rather been at home playing games on his iphone while on the shitter. my idea for redeeming myself? offering to get us dinner! where do i suggest? how about the sandwich shop that i… um…. have a groupon for.

this is getting out of hand. i even still have two tickets to a pumpkin patch in scottsdale (?!) and five classes of bikram yoga.

i’m cut off.

or is this just a touch unnecessary?

and why yes, that is a fabulous harvey’s seat belt bag.

Oh Phoenix Light rail, how I love you so. You know how much I despise parking parking downtown. You make going to concerts and sporting events a breeze. You rarely smell like pee.

You do get kind of crowded sometimes.