There’s a dirty little secret in the advertising business, you can use a catchy song if you change it enough. Songs are copyrighted material and the publisher needs to give permission for a song to be used in a television show or commercial. You can spot a copy when it sounds enough like the original that you recognize it but different enough that it’s clear they’ve changed it. Here is an AT&T ad called “His, Hers, Theirs” which uses a song that instantly caught my attention. Continue reading
She had a string of minor hits in the early aughts and even had a major role in a big budget motion picture but what became of the woman behind it all, Samantha Mumba?
I have a theory that she was the first iteration of Rihanna and somehow evolved into her. I’m only vaguely familiar with Pokemon but that’s what happens to them, right? They do their job well enough and get a second shot at life as something better than they once were. If that is the case, I hope that Samantha Mumba/Rihanna is having fun singing number one hits and dancing around in strips of fabric.
Do you ever sit on your sweat-soaked futon, wearing only your mustard-stained tighty whities, scratching your dandruff and wondering “Why my poor?” If you’re like most poor people, you probably have built up a long list of reasons for finding yourself now subsisting on Hardee’s and driving an uninsured 91 Chevy. Perhaps you blame your deadbeat father, or the unsupportive seventh grade teacher who saw your piss-poor math equations and promptly recommended you learn how to dig nice, straight ditches.
Well, Cletus, researchers have recently been studying the question of inter-generational economic mobility and found that the blame actually lies with your ancestors. As it turns out, if your great-great-great-great-grandfather had maybe gotten his shit together for five goddamn minutes instead of sexing sheep and drinking pig liquor all day, you might actually not have to steal your neighbor’s wi-fi in 2013. Continue reading
“Keep bearing light,” says the lipstick on the mirror, and isn’t that just the perfect meaningless bullshit for Serena ChaCha to say on her way out the door. Nobody is sad to have Ms. ChaCha gone, and Monica seems to be in better spirits now that she has come clean about her transgendered status and also proven herself to be a fierce lip syncer. The subject quickly changes to the drama between Alyssa and Coco. We find out that Coco usurped Alyssa’s place as Miss Gay America, but we still don’t know the full how or why of it. “Obligations weren’t fulfilled. . .and legally I had to do that,” Coco tells the other queens. They give us just enough to whet our appetites, but they aren’t giving us the full story yet. Click through for my full recap and updated Drag Race Index! Continue reading
In New Orleans, Mardi Gras is the most wonderful time of the year. People come from all over the world to celebrate this city-wide ode to decadence. As a New Orleans native, I’ve been doing it my entire life. Here are some hard-earned pointers for getting the most out of your Mardi Gras. Continue reading
In the past week, the Senate of Canada–the upper house of the Canadian parliament, the chamber where politicians appointed by the Governor-General on the advice of the Prime Minister lend their sober second thoughts to legislation put forward by the House of Commons, has been getting quite a lot of bad press. Two senators appointed by Conservative Prime Minister Stephen Harper have been singled out for apparently abusing the Senate’s housing allowance, claiming that since they live somewhere far from Ottawa they need a special subsidy: Mike Duffy, of Prince Edward Island, hasn’t been seen by his claimed neighbours, while Patrick Brazeau of Québec faces criminal charges of domestic violence and sexual assault on top of housing expense fraud and any number of other tawdry claims ranging from non-payment of child support to stupid fights on Twitter. Continue reading
Do it to it. Continue reading