Word: rodeos
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...about people other than myself. Specifically, women. You see, the thing about me that I find most lamentable, besides my hairy butt, is that I'm attracted to the wrong things in women. My head is turned by fake breasts, dyed blond hair and the excessive makeup of female rodeo clowns. So I know I shouldn't like the trend of women getting rid of nearly all their body hair. I really do believe that women's body hair should be celebrated--not removed in some infantilizing and dehumanizing way. I just don't want to celebrate it on anyone...
...exaggerating here, these Los Angelinos are not your run-of-the-mill Californians. Being from San Francisco I thought I had seen all the weirdness the West Coast had to offer, but let me tell you, the SF dragfest has nothing on the women I saw strolling along Rodeo and Wilshire...
...smoking, snaking dust devils on bare dirt, heat boiling out of the sun until the paint on the truck hood curled, ragged webs of dry rain that never hit the ground..." On this fine recitation goes, by sheer loopy eloquence getting a couple of beat-up bull riders from rodeo to rodeo in their falling-apart pickup, ending with, "...turning into midnight motel entrances with RING OFFICE BELL signs or steering onto the black prairie for a stunned hour of sleep." That's in a story called The Mud Below, and it just about nails pickup trucks and rodeo soldiers...
Beverly Hills doesn't look like a combat zone. Rodeo Drive screams money, not mayhem. But sweetie, kiss-kiss, get out your designer flak jacket, because there's a war going on in Hollywood, and Wilshire Boulevard is ground zero. Taking up a position at one end is Michael Ovitz, the former uber-agent who repped Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks before quitting for a short-lived tenure as president of Disney. Four miserable years later, he's back from exile, offering his services as a manager and raiding clients from Creative Artists Agency, the firm just a mile away...
...preparing for? Is this the "lacerating self-exposure" she told us of? And when Shionoiri gives birth to the dragons on stage while satirizing the Catholic saints she invokes, we can only guess whether she is an glimpse of the older baton-twirler. And did the embittered rodeo-rider journey though dozens of tattoo parlors to become the woman Brawley also plays in "Marks...