The Canadian literary scene lost one of it’s stars last week, when author Nelly Arcan was found dead, allegedly by suicide, at her apartment in Montreal. Arcan wasn’t just any writer: she’s Canada’s version of Diablo Cody! Her autobiographical novel, Whore recounted her life as…well…a whore. Arcan (neé Isabelle Fortier) was raised in heavily Catholic community in rural Canada and, like many a good Catholic girl before her, was drawn to Montreal’s XXX scene when she moved to the for college. In Whore, her character Cynthia gives us a peek at the life of a young woman whose sexuality was stifled as a young adult but burst open like a pipe bomb with the help of an escort agency. [$8.50, Powells.com]
And this is her face just seconds after doing it. Jenny Slate, the newest addition to “Saturday Night Live,” kick-started her time on the seminal comedy show by accidentally letting the F-bomb slip during the show’s season premiere. (An NBC spokeswoman told Radaronline.com that Slate will not be fired. We should all be so lucky!) I would say that Lorne Michaels is probably pissed, except the episode was so not funny, that he’s probably grateful for the distraction. Watch the clip here. Keep reading »
Well, it’s officially fall, ladies. Time to retire your bikinis and start packing on the winter pounds and you’d better hurry because I’ve already got a head start! Training includes consuming lots of empty calories and then sitting really still for long periods of time. Where better to do that than at the movie theater? This week is all about pretending to be what you aren’t, like a talented dancer in “Fame,” a beautiful android in “Surrogates,” a capable parent in “The Boys Are Back,” politically versed with “Capitalism: A Love Story,” rich enough to afford Chanel with “Coco Before Chanel,” and a nice guy with “Brief Interviews with Hideous Men.” Keep reading »
Sorry, Grandma. Sunday night, I will be leaving your place early on Yom Kippur to rush home and watch David Duchovny slut it up. “Californication“‘s third season premieres at 10 p.m. (EST) and I will be locked, loaded (on Manischewitz, natch), and glued to the boob tube. Here are five reasons why you shouldn’t miss it either. Keep reading »
In the same New York City dive bar that broke Bob Dylan, here’s Lady Gaga way back in 2006, performing in—gasp!—normal clothes. Heck, some of the dudes in her backing band look like crunchy granola Phish heads. That ho really has bleached and bedazzled herself to the hilt over the past few years. But this video proves the Lady rocked, even back then, without all the awesome glitter crap.
Forget the term “starving artist.” ArtPrize is a contest currently in full swing in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where any artist — famous or total nobody — can show work, individually or in groups, at a location of their choosing. Visitors to the festival will vote on their favorite pieces and the top 10 entries will receive cash prizes. The grand prize is lottery-sized at $250,000 smackeroos. So who are we rooting for in this art free-for-all? A group of ladies who call themselves W.H.A.T. Artists, which stands for “Women Heartfully [making] Art Together.” Their ArtPrize installation is called “The ABRAcada-BRA Project: A Show of Support for the Girls” and consists of oodles and oodles of bras. Twenty-five of them are works of art with titles like “Boulder Holder” and “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.” Surrounding these are hundreds of bras collected from around the world and hung from the walls and ceiling. If you’re in Grand Rapids, go check out the installation at the Riverview Center. And make sure to vote. [ArtPrize] Keep reading »