It’s that time of year again. I’m gearing up for this year’s AIDS/LifeCycle, a 545 mile bike ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles that raises funds to help end the AIDS epidemic.
Last year’s ride was a major success. A total of 2,350 bicyclists and 600 volunteer roadies raised a record $13 million for the HIV/AIDS services of the L.A. Gay & Lesbian Center and San Francisco AIDS Foundation.
The ride also marked the first time that I had a major spill my bike. I fell going a little over 20 mph on the shoulder of a highway. I walked away from the accident with only a few scrapes and some bruised ribs, but my poor bike needed a complete overhaul.
If you’re wondering what the ride is like, check out the video below. It shows all the 100+ mile days, cross winds, chow lines, port-o-potties and the other glamorous aspects of the ride. It also shares the stories of people affected by AIDS, the reason why we do the ride and the reason why we will keep doing the ride every year until we find a cure for this horrible disease.
A teenage fan could barely contain her excitement as she asked Carol Burnett, “Will you do your famous Tarzan yell?” With a smile, Burnett ran her hand across her neckline and replied, “Well I just shaved my chest, but I’ll give it a try.” As the crowd roared, she raised her hand to her mouth and belted out her trademark boozy yodel of a Tarzan yell.
I’ve been hooked on Carol Burnett ever since the first time I heard that yell. She will always do whatever it takes to get the laugh, whether that means playing Scarlet O’Hara in a dress made out of a curtain with a rod running through the back or wearing a pair of sagging, pendulous breasts in a sketch with Charo. She is always willing not only to be the butt of the joke, but also to look like the butt of the joke.
One day I tuned in to see her talk about her life and career on Inside The Actors Studio. She and the host, James Lipton, were talking about the themes she liked to explore in her comedy. Her favorite, she said, was the natural conflict between funny and sexy. Then she asked a question that I wasn’t ready for, a question far more profound than the material she is best known for – “Is funny the opposite of sexy?” Continue reading →
This is one of the best things I’ve seen in a long time. Jenny Slate, the best thing to happen to SNL since Kristen Wiig, wrote and voiced the short. It’s just about as funny as her “fantasy car horn of your dreams” skit on SNL. Enjoy.
There’s a major flaw in the English language – there’s no genderless pronoun. The only solution is a genderless pronoun, or rather a hermaphroditic pronoun (depending on how much fun you are at parties) that can finally replace the dreaded he/she.
As your 5th grade teacher no doubt taught you and you promptly forgot, it’s grammatically incorrect to say they when referring to a single person. For example, “someone should throw away their Crocs immediately,” is perhaps the best advice you’ll ever get, but it’s grammatically incorrect. Someone refers to a single person while their obviously refers to more than one person. You could fix this nugget of wisdom by replacing their with his/her, but then you just end up with tons of slashes. And who wants that? Slashes are the switch blades of grammar. Do you really want to go around pulling them on him, her and your reader? No. Continue reading →
When I started this blog I thought it would probably be read by a couple people: me, my mom and maybe a creepy internet stalker if I got really lucky. But now, according to Quantcast, it’s the 45,000th most trafficked website on the internet, narrowly edging out lesbian-home-movies.com. And all I can say is – my site definitely landed in the right area to pick up a few creepy internet stalkers. (Hello there.)
Honestly this blog has been a lot of fun. I try to keep posting, but I’ve been super busy this month.
The Chamomile Tea Party has introduced a set of WWII-style posters urging the Tea Party to relax already. In their own words:
Tired of the rancor between the political left and right I’ve formed the Chamomile Tea Party, a calming force in American political discourse. When party politics, character assassination, and rhetoric take precedence over the good of the country it’s time to say enough is enough.
These are the first of our posters calling for change in our country. They are based on old propaganda posters from World War II, appropriated for the present political climate. Feel free to download the larger copies and pass them around.
I have mixed feelings about Twitter. On one hand it’s great for passing news and links quickly around the Interwebs. On the other hand it’s fracking annoying! I mean really, I don’t need to know where you are at all times. Pretty much since the age of 3 I figured out that people don’t cease to exist when they’re not in my eye sight. And how can you use Twitter for professional purposes and use the number 2 instead of to or too? Do you also print your resume on license plates? SMRT HIR?
Anyway, here’s a brilliant Twitter-themed parody of the upcoming Social Network movie. Continue reading →
It turns out that the woman that white boarded her “I quit” message to her boss was a big fake. But, that didn’t stop heaps of readers from sharing their stories of quitting their jobs. NY Mag has put together a rather fantastic list of the top stories, beginning with this gem:
I knocked down my first boss. On my first day at a small art publisher in the mid-70s, I saw that he was openly pawing all the young female employees. He looked like a disgusting Rowlandson caricature, and he had one hanging in the office. I went down to the public phone, called Unemployment to find out how many weeks I needed to work to collect, and ducked him for that period. It was like running a football field. On the day I could get Unemployment, I allowed him to touch me for the first time, pushed him hard so he fell over backwards, was fired, and finished my BA on the Unemployment money. To all young women I say, “Be Tactical.”