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July 2002 Archives
Joey is screening the mindfuck that is Terry Gilliam's "Brazil" at Brash Young Cinema tonight, so if you can be in Makati by 8 p.m. try and go see it.
The first issue of Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Vol. II is out and a copy happily found its way to me today, thanks to The Boy.
The always amazing Jess Nevins already has his annotations up. My first thought reading through "The New Traveller's Almanac" section at the end was "this thing is going to kill that guy who annotates LOETG because of all the damn references" and sure enough, his subtitle for it is "Alan Moore's attempt to kill me." (Moore not only knows about his annotations but has praised them in public, so this is actually a possibility! Heh.)
Nevins has a piece called "Victorian Archetypal Heroes and The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" in the fifteenth issue of UltraMoore, a zine from Italy. (My other UltraMoore favorite is this nifty sketch of Moore by his "From Hell" collaborator Eddie Campbell)
This cracked me up but good:
Hi, my name's Dave Foley, and something you might not know about me is that I have a good attitude towards menstruation. That's right, I'm the guy! The guy with a good attitude towards menstruation! Oh, I know a lot of men are made uncomfortable by this monthly miracle. But not me. No, I embrace it. Embrace it the way the way some men embrace the weekend! Why I anticipate it the way a child anticipates Christmas!
Thing is, I can actually see Dave Foley as a guy who embraces menstruation. Yayy Dave Foley.
Oh, and I've finally gotten around to enabling TrackBack. Yayy Movable Type.
Mike of Miscellaneous, Etc checks out Diet Coke with Lemon and Vanilla Coke so you don't have to in his highly entertaining Holiday Cola Showdown. With photos, even.
This year's Cinemanila International Film Festival opens August 1st with Tom Twyker's "Heaven" (starring Cate Blanchett and Giovanni Ribisi) and closes August 15th with Wong Kar-Wai's "In the Mood for Love" (starring Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung).
(The complete screening schedule isn't up on the Cinemanila site yet, but you can sign up for their mailing list and hopefully get it when it's released. Enough people on the list badgered them about posting the screening schedule so the Cinemanila web team finally went and put it up today. Synopses supposedly to follow either tonight or tomorrow.)
And here we have a example of yet another Filipino American experiencing what I guess you could call the-grass-is-always-dead-on-the-other-side syndrome. In this case we have two lovely thoughts: 1) the Philippines is going to hell for sure because the president expressed her opinion supporting the actions of a has-been singer/action star and b) police in the U.S. would never ever do anything that might be construed as homicide.
So, is J. Del Rosario is being silly for the sake of being silly or writing in from an alternate universe where politicians don't say things to court public opinion and policemen don't break the law?
Check out J.R.'s Anatomy of a Watch Hill sunset, photos taken over approximately half an hour. Gorgeous.
"Gov't to push natural family planning to curb population": [Health Secretary Manuel] Dayrit said the campaign would focus on heightening the awareness of couples on the fertility period of women, or when it is safe or not safe to have sex.
In other words, they're going to be promoting the rhythm method, which is less than 87% effective for typical users. Every single woman I know who has used the rhythm method has had at least one child more than they were planning to have or has gotten pregnant when she wasn't planning to because it doesn't really work, especially not if your period isn't regular.
The "when it is safe or not safe to have sex" bit is what drives me especially crazy -- you can actually get pregnant any day of your cycle, even in the middle of your period. You're less likely to conceive during certain points of your cycle but that doesn't mean it's impossible.
This of course ties in with the next thing I want to point out: "President to Muslims: accept our multi-ethnic society."
Maybe when the Catholic majority stops forcing the rest of us to sit through an hour-long mass during practically every single special event, including major government functions, I'll find that less ironic and annnoying.
I wish the Health Department would have the balls to serve its entire constituency properly by presenting and making every single contraceptive method available, and then letting each woman decide which option is better for her. Of course, the last time it tried to do that (different head, different administration), the Catholic Church made so much noise about the immorality of artificial birth control and how it supposedly amounts to killing a child that they had to back down -- as if having child after child that you don't want and can't afford to feed, clothe or educate because you don't have access to contraception and the rhythm method doesn't work for you is a virtue. Feh.
Totally kick-ass (not to mention gorgeous) Malaysian action star and former Bond Michelle Yeoh's latest movie, which will be released on August 1 in various asian countries, is "The Touch." It's in English, is co-produced by Yeoh and also stars Ben Chaplin (yes, the cute English guy from "The Truth About Cats And Dogs"). Here's the synopsis:
In a time of great danger, the Monks of Dunhuang hid the Sharira -- a Relic purported to contain the pure essence of a Holy Man in the Buddhist religion. To protect this greatest of treasures, it was placed where no ordinary human being would ever be able to reach. However, it is destined to happen that someday the Sharira will be recovered. To ensure that it could be retrieved when such time came, the Monks turned to a family of acrobats. For hundreds of years this family has trained, passing on the skills required to perform the ultimate leap when the time is at hand.
In modern Qingdao, Yin (Yeoh) and her brother Tong are the last heirs in this long lineage of acrobats. Being circus performers, they travel throughout the world, entrancing audiences with their stunningly beautiful gymnastic performance. One day, Eric, a man from Yin's past, shows up with a Medallion - the Heart of Dunhuang - a key to unlock the secrets, a clue to unveil the legend of the Sharira. Together they embark on a hazardous journey to rediscover what her ancestors once protected. Following closely on their trail is Karl, a merciless, unscrupulous rich man who will stop at nothing to get his hands on the valuable treasures
Check out the trailers at the spiffy official site or get more information here care of the Michelle Yeoh Web Theatre. I adore Michelle Yeoh (and Ben Chaplin isn't exactly shabby himself) so I can't wait to see this.
So I was on the phone recently with my friend C., who turned 40 recently and is so underweight her doctor prescribed a handful of vitamins and told her to make sure she put on at least seven pounds:
Lia: If you really want to gain weight then come hang out with me more often. How do you think The Boy got tubby? From spending so much time with someone who's always eating, that's how.
C.: Oh well, haha.
Lia: Okay, so seriously, if you want to put on a few pounds, you should carboload like there's no tomorrow. All you need to do to make a tasty baked potato is get a potato, stick it in your oven toaster...
C.: I don't have an oven toaster.
Lia: (lengthy pause) What do you mean you don't have an oven toaster?
C.: I just don't own one.
Lia: You don't own an oven toaster? YOU'RE NOT FILIPINO!
Because, of course, no self-respecting Filipino would ever think a kitchen was complete unless it had an oven toaster.
Me, I'm looking forward to getting my own in New York, especially now that I've found the oven toaster of my dreams:
It's the Hello Kitty Super Toaster Oven! Two levels, four heating options, slide out racks with baking trays and most importantly, the bottom rack toasts a Hello Kitty face onto sliced bread.
One day, it shall be mine.
From the pervy mind of psychicpants comes this entertaining list: The Top 5 Tagalog Songs That Make Good Porn Titles.
I took the Hello Kitty Stress Test and it said (in Engrish, no less):
You are a cheerful person and likely never worry about stress.
You are a cheerful person and likely never worry about stress. Even when you encounter any problem, you will not pay any attention. Though, it not the whole truth. Maybe you just simply put the stress aside.
You might be exposed to stress one day. When that occurs, gardening will be the best way to keep a balance stress level.
Me, gardening. Riiiiight.
Anyway, although it probably seems like the test is dead wrong about me (especially when I'm talking about politics), in real life most of the time I'm very laidback. My mom and The Boy are both frequently stressed out by how little I seem to be stressed out by things in my life they completely freak over, despite the fact that they have enough things in their own lives to drive them crazy and I'm doing just fine dealing with my own shit, thankyouverymuch.
What stresses me? The fact that these two worrywarts have near-perfect skin and no wrinkles while I still suffer the occasional breakout and have been able to pass as an adult since I was eleven. Bah.
Through this article on how the U.S. State Department's having trouble filling all its positions overseas, I found out that the Philippines is considered a hardship post -- diplomats stationed here get an additional 15% on top of their base pay.
Okay, so we're not exactly an, um, First World economy, but how on earth does a) the Philippines get classified as a hardship post and b) get classified as harder to live in than Malta (diplomats stationed there get only 5% extra)? We speak english and just looove caucasians, the U.S. is our government's best friend (even if it's not really reciprocal), the embassy's staff housing compound is named "Seafront" because it sits on prime real estate fronting Manila Bay and is a five minute walk tops from the embassy, the (private) hospitals are great, the international school diplomatic brats get sent to is secure, well-staffed and has great facilities, the weather is lovely except for the occasional typhoon and you can buy nearly anything you want in one of the gigantic airconditioned shopping malls, especially since the peso is so weak against the dollar.
Does it seriously sound like living here would be a hardship for any diplomat, let alone comparable to living in Pakistan, China or Saudi Arabia?
[ via bits and pieces, which has an interesting comment on this article ]
I mentioned the CBCPNet snafu in passing some months ago; those of you who are interested in finding out more* really should read Business World's recent two part comprehensive special report on the scandal.
*If you're a Filipino Catholic especially, you should care because this is just one of the ways your church screws people over.
Dear RuPaul,
I wish you had permalinks so I could link directly to your July 14 entry instead of making my readers scroll to the bottom to read it. Both the post and lack of permalinks are very Mighty of you.
Yours always,
Lia
Lady Miss Kier (lead singer of the now-defunct Deeee-lite*) has a rather boring official site, but the fan-created ladymisskier.info is a quite pleasurable experience.
*For those of you who don't remember them, Deeee-lite's one real hit was 1990's "Groove Is In The Heart," a song so sticky even Trent "Nine Inch Nails" Reznor considers it a guilty pleasure.
Shamelessly nicked off of Stuart, here's an intelligent Paul Verhoeven quote from -- surprisingly enough -- an article on Basic Instinct (that few of you will be able to read because the Times Online is an ass):
"When you sell your brains, everybody accepts that. When it's tits and ass that you are selling, people get offended. Everyone feels it's normal to sell your brains to the tobacco industry or to nuclear weapons or whatever. It feels decent. Selling your body is indecent and that has to do with the culture we're living in, a Judaeo-Christian one, a religion that has made sexuality the lowest form of existence for 2,000 years."
Being the dork that I am, not only did I plan my entire afternoon around watching President Macapagal Arroyo's State of the Nation Address but I took notes. For your reading pleasure, here's a selection of my hastily scribbled observations (chicken scratch font not used to preserve your eyesight):
- orange outfit! muslim-inspired. shantung.prayer! pwe!
And then GMA started talking about solving the kidnapping problems and wiping out the Abu Sayyaf, getting specific about her goals for the coming year and words of inspiration, etcetera. Liberal sprinkling of the term "strong republic," which as I mentioned in my notes gives me the creeps. I had to stop taking notes because my mother's cousin got bored and started talking and I had to listen to her and the speech at the same time, and taking notes while listening to both would've been a bit much.
I think GMA's second SONA went well all things considered, less flowery and shorter than her first, probably because this time she had the leisure of reporting on the progress made by her administration (which Winnie Monsod graded in her last column) instead of making tons of promises like every newly-installed head of state is wont to do.
I appreciate that she mentioned the targets not met in the previous year and stated her goals for the coming year, making them specific like before so we can easily hold her accountable if they're missed, and I also like that she admitted that no matter what happens the proverbial buck does stop with her, but (of course there's a but) the thing that kept niggling at me was the bit that went "a strong republic is independent from social classes and sectoral groups." Well yes, but is a strong republic independent from the United States? From the IMF, the World Bank, the ADB? What good is coming together if we're still completely under the the thumb of the West? Yun lang naman.
Saturday: Opposition 'solid as a rock': Angara
Sunday: Jaworski bolts from opposition; 13-11 for administration
If I had mad photoshop skillz there'd be a photo here of Angara with egg on his face.
Speaking of excellent, Serious Burns is "the largest mr. burns site in the world."
"A lot of our movies have "sex party" in the title. It was only a few months ago that I realized that this is because a lot of porn renters don't know what "orgy" means."
Ali Davis's True Porn Clerk Stories is an excellent read and I can't recommend it enough.
Imagine Tiles are pretty cool, on the floor or wall. I'd love to have a grass-tiled kitchen floor myself, so every single time I go in to get a Coke from the fridge or reheat something in the microwave I can feel kind of like a Sim.
MemeMachineGo!'s comprehensive How to Fail at Writing post is great, funny reading but the best bit of advice is actually in the comments:
Make sure that it's clear to absolutely everybody, especially editors, that every character you write is pure gold and cannot be changed, no, not even down to the misspelled "niether" on page 5.
One of my editor friend Tara's horror stories is having a particularly egotistical freelance writer call her up and complain about his piece having been edited; the guy (not a famous writer) actually said something along the lines of "Newsweek didn't edit me so why did you?"
I think he really thought she would be impressed and apologize.
UpcomingMovies.com has a great The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen page, almost a blog.
I'm looking forward to this movie (yes, even after the fiasco that was the From Hell movie adaptation), but some things give me pause, like the addition of American characters because the book's characters are all British (wtf? how is that a problem?), Mina Murray's role being diminished (one of the things that rocked so much about the book was that all these big powerful men were bossed around by a tiny slip of a woman!), and Sean Connery being cast as Allen Quatermain. I like Connery a great deal and in any other story he'd be an excellent aging Quatermain, but isn't he rather too robust to play a long-term opium addict?
The ladies* that make up the Catholic Initiative for Enlightened Movie Appreciation (CINEMA), the movie review board of the Catholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines (CBCP), think the Powerpuff movie is "morally disturbing" and "described the movie as nothing but a 'saturation of violent acts carried out with a fierce vengeance'."
Errr, the Powerpuff movie might be full of vengeance and violence, but hey, so's the Bible -- and that's got plenty of hot sex, rape, infidelity, sexism, and questioning of authority on top of all the carnage.
Of course it's not like people listen to this group anyway; they expressed their reservations about LOTR, Harry Potter and Spiderman and they stayed in the theaters for weeks. If I was running a distribution company I'd be begging (or bribing) CINEMA to pan all my movies.
*Why does the CBCP even have a movie review board, and why are all the members women? It's not like any of them are Catholic bishops or priests, right? Hello, bored rich conservative housewives.
Just before I was going to go to sleep last night, I saw my high school math teacher Mr Cortez on Bantay Bata, the television component of a foundation set up by a local network that works with the police and social services to rescue and care for abused children. His house had been raided and he'd been brought to court for refusing to return a little boy to his mother. What the hell?
It was 3 a.m. and I was sleepy as fuck but that sure woke me up. I texted a few people to see if anyone had heard anything (Lille was still up and as disturbed as I was) but no one knew anything about the case, so now I'm trying to track down a friend who works at Bantay Bata to see if I can find out anything else. Did we grow up with a child molester? For the kid's sake more than ours, I hope not.
Lille was brave (foolhardy?) enough to post my favorite of all her short stories online, so now you too can read "White Boy". Here's an excerpt:
Your father would not approve. Your mother would get a heart attack. Foreigners who hang out by the beach are unclean, your dad said once. You were educated in a convent school, you are a feminist, you know post-colonial theory. You wonder: Would Sister Mary John tear at her hair because Padre Damaso fathered Maria Clara and you are making whoopee with an imperialist? Would your UP professors shake their heads and advise you to re-read Tejeros and E San Juan? You worry about HIV, about herpes, the three kinds of hepatitis. You are not ready to be a dependent territory.
It appeared in the Philippines Free Press last April so that plus it being accessible via Google should keep it from being stolen by all but the stupidest of plagiarists.
Although plagiarists can really, really scrape the proverbial barrel. I mean, can you imagine how dumb one would have to be to give Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants" in to a creative writing class? But it's happened. Makes you wonder about survival of the fittest, no?
Can't say I've ever cared for their clothes or branding but two of my interests intersect in the latest Abercrombie & Fitch catalog -- Kylie Minogue and comic book writer Grant Morrison are going to be in it. Someone get me a copy!
Unfortunately neither feature I'm interested in is previewed on the catalog's site, but the deadpan feature on Paris and Nicky Hilton totally makes up for that. My favorite bits from Hilton Heirheads?
You are both Catholics. When was your last confession? Paris I’ve never done that. Nicky It’s so embarrassing. Paris I always saw confessing in the movies, but I never knew there was such a thing!
Errr, what?
You have two choices: You can be either fat or poor. Which one do you pick? Paris Poor. Nicky Poor. Paris Definitely poor! Nicky Ugh. I don’t want to say anything bad about people who are overweight because a lot of my friends are... I wouldn’t mind being poor, but being overweight would be really hard. People are really mean. It’s awful and usually it’s not their fault they’re overweight.
Politically correct, they're not!
P.S. Have any of you ever tried calling 212-479-7990? Just curious.
Speaking of IVs, here's an excerpt from Natasha Waxman's piece Intravenous Drip:
The IV was an external stomach I could watch. And such clear, pure nourishment flowed from it. I liked the fact that it was not mere water, but sustenance. I wondered how long one might live, detached from the need to eat solid, heavy things. I wondered how my veins could hold all the extra fluid coming in. Actually, sometimes things didn't go in only one direction; sometimes blood seeped back. The first few times it happened, I screamed blue murder for the nurse, who came and simply opened the clamp, increasing the flow and flushing the blood back into the vein in a wonderfully cold ripply gush. It was a horrible and intoxicating feeling. When I realized it wasn't dangerous, I would wait and wait to call the nurse, watching the blood creeping up the line. My own blood, crawling away from me.
Back home from the hospital at last! Thanks for all the lovely messages wishing me well, I really appreciated them.
I didn't know what to expect from the procedure so being a worrywart I imagined serious levels of pain, and I must say I'm very pleased to have been so wrong. All I have to show from the laparoscopy are three tiny sutures covered with plain old bandaids and some mild abdominal discomfort. Honestly, it feels more like a mild case of gas than that things were cauterized and clipped inside me.
Even the IV was only slightly annoying (think ant bite that won't go away) and didn't so much as bruise my skin. Really, the only really terrible thing was the pre-op enema, and all I could think about while it was happening (between working at not fainting from how wrong it felt) was that Janet Jackson must be fucking crazy.
Anyway, I missed my dog, I missed my room and sleeping in my nice comfy bed, and I missed wearing real clothes -- I hope I have never have the occasion to shuffle to the bathroom in a backless hospital gown ever again. There's nothing like a cold draft hitting your bare ass when you can't walk very well and really really really need to pee to make you wish you weren't so damn fussy that you couldn't make yourself go in bed, even in a bedpan. Seeing my own old toilet bowl never made me this happy before.
Good news. The laparoscopy operation was a success: Lia is now a tree-hugging, Pepsi-drinking vegetarian whose favorite color is mauve.
psychicpants
(needs lots of sleep)
Lia: Don't post anything ugly. Don't link to porn sites. Don't quote me. And whatever you do, don't use strikeouts.
Up woke on the side bed of the wrong.
Around the IV, sleep did not go.
Was in the tear of the knife under.
Music to squeeze elevator into.
psychicpants
(A found poem. Overheard, lobby.)
Hi. Lia's checked into the hospital with Mr. Bear and her copy of Diamond Age. Now, if only they allowed Jarvis inside, things would be perfect.
It's her first time to undergo surgery. Though she tries not to show it, I know she's scared. And hungry. Lia always is, especially at night. When I met her, I was a 90-lb. weakling, now I'm a hundredsomething-pound botete, no thanks to sympathy lunches, snacks and dinners with her.
Taped on the television screen: "No food after 12 midnight. Doctor's orders."
I was trying to convince her to kill time by playing Snood and Bubble Trouble when the hospital chaplains dropped by and asked (with all smiles) if the patient has any "spiritual needs." Lia politely declined.
When the nurse came in with dinner, Lia was only too happy to eat.
Nurse then exits. Lia eats. I watch.
Nurse comes in. Lia eats. Nurse shows strange long tube. Says, "Call me when you're ready for your enema."
psychicpants
(No longer just The Boy)
The last time I went a few days without posting I got a ton of messages asking Are you okay? Are you alive? What's wrong with your site? Why aren't you updating?*, so I figured this time I'd do things differently:
I'm having the laparoscopy I talked about tomorrow morning, so I'm checking into the hospital tonight and'll be there for the next few days.
But fear not -- I've engaged the services of a guest blogger to keep you entertained, and he has nice pants.
* my favorite being the text message that went "wat happened to your blog? your not dooce-ing are you?" No, I wasn't, but thanks for thinking the worst!
The animal lovers among you might want to check out waferbaby's new pet project. I sent in my favorite Jarvis photo, natch.
Have I mentioned that the rain's been pouring pretty much non-stop since Friday? I like rainy days a lot, probably more than the average person but this is ridiculous. So far this typhoon's killed 21 people and displaced 20,000 more in and around Metro Manila -- and another typhoon is said to be on its way here.
Check out this passenger bus trying to make its way through the city despite the flood. The water level in that photo isn't really so bad if you consider that some parts of the city are under more than five feet of water!
Currently upgrading to Movable Type 2.2, so if things aren't working as they usually do, that's why.
Just upgraded to Movable Type 2.21, a relatively painless procedure except for a minor snafu getting MT to recognize that yes, dammit, I have defined the freaking Database variable. Eh.
Oh, and speaking of the Ayala cinemas, their online reservation system is back up again and still called sureseats.com even though it's actually at sureseats.myayala.com*.
You'll need to have a cellphone to register because they send the confirmation number to it via sms and won't send it to your email, although they won't process your registration without it. Why? Who the fuck knows? The neat thing though is that afterwards you can choose to reserve tickets with your phone, and pick them up by showing a text message to the ticket counter attendant. If you plan on seeing a movie in Glorietta 4 this is the best way to go, especially if the ticket lines are long, because you get to skip them completely -- sureseats.com has its own ticket booth there, right beside the escalators.
*There's another web peeve right there: sites that name themselves after urls they either aren't using, even as a redirect, or don't actually own. Ayala owns sureseats.com and just doesn't use it, but why call your site "widget-x.net" or "johnjohnson.com" when your site is hosted on Geoshitties and you haven't purchased "widget-x.net" or "johnjohnson.com"? Eh.
Ayala's moved the ArtFilm cinema to Greenbelt and will be showing Iris until the 9th. I'd been planning to go see it with The Boy today but it was raining so hard (it's been pouring since yesterday, so much of Metro Manila is seriously flooded today) we decided to stay home instead and finally got around to watching Donnie Darko.
I liked Donnie Darko a great deal but felt, as did The Boy, that the relationships between some of the characters hadn't been fleshed out enough. We didn't have enough time to watch the extra scenes included on the DVD tonight but from the their titles it seems like most of what was edited out was what we were missing. I give it about 8/10 and recommend you go see it if you haven't already; it's a great movie and an even greater shame that not many people got to see it in theaters.
I saw my regular ob-gyn yesterday to complain about my dysmenorrhea and she wrote me a referral to a more senior member of staff who is, in her words, "the only one I trust to do a laparoscopy." A laparoscopy being the only sure way to diagnose endometriosis.
So I went to see my new ob-gyn this afternoon and had a pelvic exam and an ultrasound within five minutes of meeting her. Both procedures involve having instruments stuck up and around where they don't belong, each piece liberally coated in lubricant but still mighty uncomfortable, to say the least.
The doctor kept saying "relax, try and open wider" and, after I decided hitting her for her insouciance wouldn't help the situation, all I could think about in my discomfort was how much easier things would be for all involved if gynecologists offered some sort of sexual stimulant in the waiting room, like maybe sensual massages, porn or extremely hot nurses of both genders.
(I've never cared for Mel Gibson, but Guy Pearce: Dream Gynecologist would definitely work for me. Rrrrowrrr.)
Two things I'm currently tinkering with that some of you might be interested in:
- Daily Crawl: "a set of CGI scripts that allow you to track updates to a list of weblogs that you read though the update list at weblogs.com." Why this? Because the links list to the right is super long even though it doesn't actually include all the blogs I read and I'd like to have a page that has most everything on it.
[ via Looka! ]BlogAmp: a Winamp plugin that lets you add a list of recently played songs to your site with ftp. Why this? Because do something sucks major ass and I don't have a Mac (yet) so using Kung-Tunes is out of the question.
[ via LinkMachineGo ]
I wouldn't normally post an animated gif, especially one over 100kb (!), but I couldn't resist sharing this:
Forgive me.
[ via hungry alien ]
I'm so with Graham on both these things: I hate seeing "posted by _____" on non-group blogs and I hate hate hate when links open in new windows. Very few sites that do that ever get repeat visits from me.
Remember that gay Santacruzan I mentioned attending a few weeks ago?
A small gallery of some of my photos and interviews with one of the participants and the organizers from the Santacruzan are up on KaKosa.com now as part of our Gay Pride issue, so go check it (and them) out!
So I read that Sex and the City author Candace Bushnell is engaged after meeting New York City Ballet principal dancer Charles Askegard just two months ago and getting married in two days.
Two months! And a week-long engagement! This from a woman who said just last year that "marriage is a male invention" and "statistically, married women and single men are the unhappiest."
I'm not quite sure why exactly and I really wish they wouldn't, but I have a strong feeling all my single Sex and the City-watching friends over 25 are going to start panicking when they find out; as a matter of fact one's just texted me to email her the article pronto and tell her everything I know. Keerist.
(Oh, and speaking of the show -- Who Would You Kill On Sex and the City?)
