Some people are always complaining about how much chains like Starbucks charge for a simple cup of coffee. Well, these folks haven’t heard about “Kopi Luwak,” and luckily not too many coffee shops have either. “Kopi Luwak” is a special brew that costs $30 bucks a cup because of its one special stand-out ingredient: animal feces. The exotic Civet, a type of feline, is the chosen animal that has its poop percolated into cups of “Kopi Luwak.” The animal eats the coffee beans and once it excretes them, they are roasted and turned into the brew that can run over $400 a pound. It may sound like a load of crap, but some coffee shops are beginning to pick up “Kopi Luwak,” claiming it provides especially smooth brews. [Gothamist]
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The first time I heard about the movie “Catfish” was catching sight of its red splotch movie poster while waiting to see “Salt.” Outside of the title, the only other text read, “Don’t Let Anyone Tell You What It Is.” Secrecy really does seem to be the name of the game with this film. Now the first trailer is online. Critics who saw the film at Sundance are starting to proclaim how mind-blowing this “documentary” is, but refuse to say anything substantial about the plot, insisting that you have to go in unprepared. Some of them are suggesting you don’t even watch the trailer. Well, I watched it. Actually, I watched it a dozen times over the past half hour because I am desperately trying to figure out what it is. For those of you interested in seeing the trailer, you can find it after the jump. But those who want to remain clueless until the September 17th release date should stop here. Keep reading »
A few weeks ago, I was privileged to attend a screening of “12th & Delaware,” a new documentary that screened to critical acclaim at Sundance and debuts tonight on HBO at 9 p.m. (EST). The film examines the fight over reproductive rights in the United States though the lens of an abortion clinic and a so-called “crisis pregnancy center,” which are located across the street from one another in Fort Pierce, Florida. The abortion clinic, which is constantly picketed by protesters, operates under high security and the doctor is driven to and from work every day with a blanket over his head. Meanwhile, the Pregnancy Care Center is run by anti-choicers who purposefully named their business to sound like an abortion clinic and purposefully opened up shop near an abortion clinic to confuse women seeking to end a pregnancy. Keep reading »
Last night, porn star Sasha Grey made her premiere on “Entourage,” playing herself as the sort-of girlfriend of Vincent Chase played by Adrian Grenier. Presumably, Grey was brought on the show to “spice things up” a bit. The show’s neither as funny, interesting, nor innovative as it used to be, so someone must have decided “porn star!” was the answer. How was Grey? Keep reading »
A chat with Roxana Shirazi is a delight. She’s thoughtful, articulate and you just want to steal that lovely, soft-spoken British accent out of her throat and run off with it. So it’s pretty easy to forget this London-based Iranian author has written the ultimate rock ‘n’ roll memoir about insatiable sex drives, peeing on rock stars, and cunnilingus with groupies.
The Last Living Slut: Born In Iran, Bred Backstage is one of the craziest memoirs I’ve ever read and not just for the stunning narrative arc. Although she writes about childhood growing up in Tehran, Iran, during the Iranian Revolution, and the sexual and physical abuse she suffers from her friends and family, Roxana also gives us a peek into a balls-out, X-rated life most of us couldn’t imagine. Co-published by Neil Strauss, author of The Game, and Anthony Bozza, her book is also about becoming a teenage belly dancer at underground London clubs, then a rock ‘n’ roll scenester who beds her rock star idols — guys from Guns N’ Roses and Buckcherry, to name just a few.
It’s funny. It’s gross. And it’s unlike any memoir I’ve ever read. So I called up the woman who carries around a vibrator in her purse and asked Roxana Shirazi to talk about growing up in a fundamentalist Islamic culture, her abortion, female jealousy, and the meaning of the word “slut.” Keep reading »
Maybe it was because last night’s episode of “Mad Men” was a little slow—my brain couldn’t process that it was Christmas time—but I found myself actually paying attention to the commercials. Yes, commercials are always annoying, but last night’s were particularly so. I couldn’t help but be especially irked by the blatant sexism in the Clorox and Dove ads. Before you roll your eyes, let me explain what I mean. Keep reading »
“Jersey Shore” is back bitches! Here’s the Cliff’s Notes: People are road trippin’ to Miami, Angelina is trying to show her slutty side, Sammi and Ronnie are “single” but continue to fight,The Situation and Pauly D are still egomaniacs, J-WoWW looks like a porn star, Vinny is holding out for quality chicks to bang, and naturally Obama implemented the tanning tax just to spite them all. But can we talk about how I fell in love with Snooki all over again? Like when she said that “eating fried pickles was a life-changing experience.” I couldn’t agree more. Frickles (fried + pickles) just so happens to be my favorite food. BuzzFeed pulled together some of the best moments from last night’s premiere, and all of mine involved Snooki, the little show-stopper. More of my favorite Snooki quotes after the jump. Keep reading »
It’s a very rare thing that I want to see all the movies that are coming out, especially since there are some seriously craptastic things being produced these days. And as this summer fades in to autumn’s chill, you’re running out of time to take advantage of the long days and sweat-soaked nights. Spend an afternoon in the sun and then soak up all the AC your pores can hold in the darkness of a movie theater. This week, you can choose from “Dinner for Schmucks,” “Charlie St. Cloud,” “The Extra Man,” “The Dry Land” and “Spoken Word.” Keep reading »