Well, Dave, someone heard my earlier plea about obtaining a free ticket to the Deli. I mean, except for the free part. And so it is that I am headed off to Hindustan today to see my Hindustani girlfriend!
But, I wouldn’t leave without throwing some questions your way, Dave… And so here are some things I was thinking about:
So, sifting through this compilation, I noticed this press release for something that calls itself “Bezi Bra Discs,” basically subtle pasties. This apparently resolves an age-old predicament
“With so many air-conditioned rooms, women wearing sleek bridal wear are seeing more than just wedding cake. They are seeing they outline of their nipples through their dresses,” says Anne Zuckerman, owner of Edith’s Inc. “This is not they way most brides — and their bridal party — want to stand out on such an important day as a wedding.”
Now, I have to admit to finding it a really bad sign that our contemporaries are horrified of this. And yet, don’t you have some old acquaintance that “invented” and sold the same thing? What were they called? Who has a patent on this? And how could several people have the same bad idea at once? In essence, this invokes the Almodovar paradox, where what is presented as particularly sensitive to women, strikes me, rather, as sneering misogyny.
And, to answer your question, Dave, yes, I have seen three Almodovar films. They basically have a drag queen‘s portrayal of the feminine mystique. Perhaps it is in those grand gesticulations of mocking hyperbole that modern criticism reads feminism. Or maybe I have it all wrong, and there is some confusion and distinction that I’m not making between movies that are feminist by nature, and those that are sensitive portrayals of women.
Moving along, I’m very curious about this thing called Momofuku. Why is it extremely popular as a subject of Facebook status updates? What is it? Is its appeal related in some way to the popularity of those French Connection UK T-shirts? Help me out here, Dave.
Finally, you have a kid, right? Well, can you ask him what the deal is with all these poopyheads?
Well, that’s about enough out of me. I best be shining my shoes and sliding my passport in its protective sleeve. See ya on the other side of 2009!