Monday, November 26, 2007

JOAN OF ARC - OMD

Thanksgiving put me in a funk I can't seem to shake. I'll chalk it up to a hormonal break... even though there's little rational explanation for that. I guess it's just a case of PTSD from a lifetime of Turkey-Day stress. The long and short of it is, I've been obsessively listening to OMD all weekend long. This time of year always makes me question sobriety's virtues.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Beauty Walks a Razor's Edge...


Okay, by now, we've all seen the Mickey Rourke mugshot. Yes, the star of 9 1/2 Weeks is old and crazy looking. But...
1. That's a mugshot, and you're not supposed to be cute. You just got ARRESTED and are IN JAIL! And most crimes do not mandate one get gussied up first.
2. That's hardly the most offensive photo of M. Rourke I have ever seen. His cheeky smile and Count von Count grooming is even the tiniest bit alluring.
3. Let us now judge what people do when they, ostensibly, are trying their best to look attractive. (see left.)

Now, one can say, "Mickey never really wanted to be an actor, much less a movie star that would be lauded more for his scorching sex appeal than his acting. He was a boxer and fighters ain't pretty!" No they ain't, but fighters don't get facelifts either! And what the hell happened to his eyebrows? And, fucking Lord, a bolo tie?

Add to that wife beating, tea cups chihuahuas, drug abuse and, friends, we have a stunning example of how beauty is only skin deep... and oh so fleeting. Mickey Rourke supports my thesis that plastic surgery is a losing battle against a grimy soul.