Friday q and a #88.
Gosh, you're a patient lot. I do appreciate the kind sentiments telling me to go on my merry way and have a life free of queries, although those who left comments informing me to just hurry the fuck up and tend to q and a without the slightest regard to my personal well being can go jam a rusty nail in their pee hole. It's late, I'm getting to them eventually and overall these Friday questions have been spread out over a few days so we can all stay friends and I may frolic naked through the fields with my ginger-haired beau. Sue me.
p.s. 68 comments? Do you think I've got nothing better to do with my time? Honestly it's no wonder I drink, etc.
TimChuma said...
Thoughts? Opinions?
http://nocussing.com/home.html
They have a music video also
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTNv2dOBFJk
'Ya wanna hang with us? Don't cuss!'
Clearly I would be excommunicated from this group quicker than you could say 'arsepunching cuntrags', as I tend to swear like Chopper Read with Tourette's without the slightest provocation. What's wrong with a little colourful language anyways? I'd much rather be known as a guttersnipe with a filthy mouth than a fish n chip shop owner who thinks Indigenous Australians eat their young. Call me old-fashioned, but that's just my way.
ButtHead said...
Pah... Spam filter, huh? That's not spam...
My dot com spam filter can be a little aggressive, apparently. Apologies. Don't get all het up and blame Joseph; he's created such a magical world for us so far.
Morg said...
I'm a man and have no idea what it feels like to have a cyst removed from my foreskin. I feel alienated and you've lost me.
Another reader bites the dust. Wait 'til my next column, exploring the depths of a woman's vaginal cave from the perspective of a tiny dwarf with a wand. I call it 'Tampon Applicators Through The Ages' OH WAIT MIA FREEDMAN ALREADY WENT AND WROTE IT ROFL.
JonBonJovi said...
Lovely MissFits,
I never speak about politics - but seeing as its election time I wanna know this; I want some good reasons why Kevin07 isn't just Howard lite.
I feel its just hopelessly naive to think a Labor government is going to bring some genuine compassion and cosmopolitanism to power - they are going to continue to pander everything to the herald sun crowd. The fucking pandering IS the disease. Worse than any Liberal policy is the atmosphere of CANT that is killing us - we're choking on bullshit. See Labor's thunderous rebuttal of anti-Sudanese sentiment - NOT. Labor is doing exactly what the Dems do in the states - failing to express a necessarily elitist moral vision in an effort to appear "down home". I just am reading "the unknown terrorist" - very bleak but dead-on in showing the cultural climate; it seems there is no alternative. I'm sure many of your friends are on about this. What do you say to them? Why do you have such hope that pandering politics, left or right, is going to help out anyone? Of course I could be overlooking something good about your mob, so please fill me in. No pamphlets in the mail but.
PS
Garrett, when you dance with the devil, you don't change the devil - the devil changes you.
Yeah, I do hear your pained grievances. And I'm under no illusion that K07 is going to dance into power with a massive conga line of
Will the ALP change anything? Possibly. Possibly not. But the time is ripe for movement and I am going to ride the tide of change. Let's see what happens when we reach the other side.
Or alternatively:
Anonymous said...
Well said JonBonJovi and may I say that I regard Livin' on a prayer as not only a great track but inspirational for those labouring under Work Choices but gettin' by on just love and a prayer...
We've got to hold on to what we've got,
('cause) it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot,
for love - we'll give it a shot
As for Garrett, I'd either go the Nietzsche:
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Or else just completely unhinged and violent verbal abuse...
Not a question, but I do enjoy the lovely political discussion that occasionally takes place in the comments of this blog.
And the rhyming couplets, of course:
Witty Pseudonym said...
Julia Julia Julia
Smart as an encyclopaedia,
Julia Julia Julia
Liberals, she’ll make a fool of ya,
Julia Julia Julia
I wish I was in a pool with ya.
My question is, do you know what Julia's favourite thing in the world is?
So I may impress her.
Would you feed me lines over a walkie talkie while I have an uncomfortable, nervous but hilarious first date, but then she learns my words are actually yours so she falls in love with you making me sad but then I end up happily with a clumsy walkie talkie shop assistant. Yes, I want to be in a comedy romance with Julia. Who is in?
1. What an intriguing poem. Boy, are you on top of your game - if poetry is indeed your 'game'.
*narrows eyes*
2. Julia's favourite thing in the world is Tim Mathieson. The man gives her scalp massages for free. YOU HAVE NO CHANCE.
3. I'm not sure - given your recent and colourful attempts to startle most people on this blog with your mildly deranged interjections and attempts at stalky poetry - that I'd be all that keen to unleash you upon my second-favourite ranga in the world. Can you not just admire her from afar and send her locks of your pubic hair in the mail like a normal, garden-variety psychopath?
Lou said...
Fits...
Would it be drastic to say I was going to kill myself if 'lil Johnny gets back in? I have been running around for the last few months blurting this out to anyone that will lend me their ear, and now I realise I may just be held accountable if in fact Australia fucks it up. I dont really want to die, but living under another term of demon Johnny may just be a fate worse than death.
P.S. I have texted the "Don't fuck it up" pic to everyone I know, and have shunned Liberal voters, is this taking things too far? Should I just pat them on the head and try to subliminally message them to vote Kevin07? With tapes whilst they're asleep etc.
P.P.S. The sun just came up, do I need a new job???
So many questions! Such passions! I am with you all the way, s/he of the ambiguous naming.
To answer:
a) I'm not sure it's drastic to say you're going to fling yourself from a bridge in a fit of pique if JWH is for some ungodly reason allowed to wave the winner's pennant on November 24th, though the idea of actually going through with it is a bit much. Won't someone think of the children, etc. I guess if the unthinkable occurs and we're all left staggering around the streets clutching at wineglass stems and wailing WTF HOW HOW HOW then we just do what we did last time and pick ourselves up to fight another day.
Not without a massive amount of Valium first, obviously.
b) As far as I'm concerned, there's not really a 'too far' moral line to cross in the lead-up to Australia Deciding. I'm not shunning Liberal voters so much as stabbing them in the eye with a pair of kitchen scissors and shouting at them to TURN BACK BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE, but in the end they'll do what they do and we can't really stop them.
c) No. Just take up vampirism; it pays dividends come dawn.
dogadorer said...
Thanks so much for posting Bob Ellis pictures! She is so beautiful. Look at her little dress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So cute.
Do you go walking or jogging with her? Are you able to walk her off the lead? Does she 'sit' and do any other tricks?
HOW CAN I POSSIBLY LOOK AT HER DRESS WHEN I AM BUSY GAPING AT YOUR MANY EXCLAMATION MARKS DOGADORER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyhow, that dress was forced upon Bob Ellis by Aunt Gabi, who brought it back from Tuscon as a hugely comedic and ironic gift only to unceremoniously land me the ignoble task of explaining to sour-faced onlookers why I'd chosen to dress my Staffordshire Terrier in a wee pink ballgown and drag her around Northcote as a merry jape. What a hideous woman she is.
To answer your questions, I do not go 'jogging' with Bob Ellis as the notion of someone as idiotically uncoordinated as me slipping into some shiny exercise gear and taking a brisk run around the neighbourhood is hugely laughable, though I do take her for long and involved strolls every day and am very happy for it. She's incredibly capable of being walked off-lead (I feel like I'm going to launch into some plaintive Ellen DeGeneres-style dog love here), and after some rigid weeks at puppy school will sit and approach Mother on command, though most everything else she does at her own damned pace. She's obedient enough and I'm four exotic varities of nuts about her. Is that sufficient for ye?
Shane Lyons said...
anonymous said...
can you give me a good reason to keep on living?
Then Fitsy said...
I can give you four off the top of my head, Anon.
1. The sunset at Mindil Beach Market in Darwin
2. The music of Avo Part (sic)
3. Literature
4. Hope.
Arvo Part! Ace. (Unless you meant this) Any particular favourite pieces? How did you discover him? Any other modern "classical" composers you like? (And yes, anon, it is a good reason to go on living).
Bob Ellis looks very dejected/disappointed with her owner in that dress. How often do you subject her to this sort of indignity? Do you buy clothes like that expecially for her or is that one of yours? Should I call the RSPCA?
Yes, my bad with the misspelling. Apologies.
A dear friend burned me some Arvo earlier in the year and I fell madly and instantly in love - I'm yet to delve more deeply into track names and the like, though have been wholly and comprehensively transfixed. I like the fractured, broken stuff like Fratres, or the incredibly stripped-back minimalist pieces. As far as modern classical composers go, I'm horrifically undereducated though willing to learn. And yes, let's continue to press that point - beautiful music is a good reason to go on living.
re: Bob Ellis and her repulsive frock. IT WAS THE FAULT OF THAT LARGE-BREASTED CABARET PERFORMER NOT ME.
Anonymous said...
would you ever date a liberal voter?
heck, would you even be friends with one?
No, I wouldn't. I've copped some amusing vitriol in my time for publicly stating that I'm unlikely to touch the penis of anyone who is a card-carrying John Howard supporter, but that's just me and my politics and if you don't like it you may politely go and fuck yourself. I can make small talk with those who get a hard-on for the Liberal party as I am incredibly well-mannered, though I can't say I'd be a passionate friend and support to them throughout life as the state of play in politics is just far too important to me and I don't see voting as a mere personality accoutrement.
Different strokes and all that. If you wish to skip down the street holding hands with someone who thinks Abodiginal folk require constant babysitting then by all means knock yourself out.
Further opinions:
It's Barbie, Bitch said...
@Anonymous@19.02
I can't speak for the miz, but personally, I'd rather eat dirt than share spit with a Large L Liberal. But as for friends... love me, share my politics etc.
And the question? Check this out, lovely one. Is my pooch not adorable?
He's like fine wine. He ages beautifully. I love him.
He's utterly gorgeous, along with your personal politics. Warmings to you and your stern-faced hound.
More dating of the enemy conundrums:
SallySadPants said...
Ms Fits, I have a problem. I've been single for the past 2 and a bit years, and I've finally found a boy! He's such a little spunk and is super nice and all that..but I recently found out that he's a Howard supporter. Can it last? I really like him and I know he likes me, but I don't think I can move past this. Is it wrong of me to ditch this boy because of his political views and possibly risk being single for another 2 and a bit years?
It's not wrong if you're personally able to see past the moral arguments in order to cop nookie. It's entirely up to you.
Though this person disagrees:
Anonymous said...
Sally SadPants -
Bummer. Oh well, back to the sea for some more fishin', hey?
x
As does this one:
Anonymous said...
SAL said...
My name is Sally, I have been sadly single for two years but I am NOT SallySadPants!
No! it cannot last!
No! you can't get past this!
No! it is not wrong to ditch him for his political views - not when they include supporting an illegal war, persecuting refugees, retarding the republic and reconciliation processes, breaching the separation of church and state by apointing an Arch Bishop who had failed to act on child abuse as Governor General, locking Sydneysiders out of their own town during APEC, putting a GST on books and ads on SBS, reducing medicare services while directing rivers of cash to the health insurance companies, deporting Australian citizens, promoting nuclear power and moving the Prime Minister's residence to the North Shore of Sydney at considerable additional expense to the tax payer for no justifiable reason!
For a fuck's sake?!
Snap out of it girl! You are giving us Sad-Panted Sallys a bad name!
*hyperventilates*
*expires*
Dear me. Okay, so clearly in some cases there are folk (myself and this young SPS above included) who wouldn't be able to look past a beaming fan of Alexander Downer attempting to stick their dingle in us, but that doesn't mean it's a formula that works for everyone. Who knows, if I find myself suddenly and startlingly single and unable to get laid after a matter of years I may well be able to block my ears and overlook a voting 'quirk' in order to dust out the cobwebs and have my area tended to by a gentleman of the Right.
Actually, no. Fuck that. I'd rather masturbate with a rusty weed whacker. Conservatives be damned.
Anonymous said...
Do you think you could have got where you are career-wise if your mum wasn't 'in the business'? I note that your first few successes were collaborations with your mother. Would you say she gave you a 'leg-up'?
Both my parents were 'in the business' - it really was impossible for me to escape since I grew up with two actors/writers/producers as role models - though I'm really not sure how much of a part nepotism had to play in my career. Indeed, at various stages my association with my ma and pa proved an intolerable hindrance, since I'd turn up at script meetings only to have co-workers pat me on the head and briefly mention that they'd known me since I was knee high to a grasshopper and do please pass on regards to Mama Fits and so on, without acknowledging that I was there to make televisual magic as their peer.
From the age of about eighteen I was fairly determined to have a crack at it without relying on my folks for backup, and the collaboration you refer to wasn't embarked upon until I was twenty-four. I was pretty keen to be known as someone outside of 'the loin product of Mr and Mrs Fitsette' and did some gritty-teeth solo product for a while there.
Still, I don't know. They do ghost-write my GG column every week and play me like the hopeless glove puppet I am, so I really should give credit where credit's due.
Pellucid said...
Yessss! Kevin did an EXCELLENT job in the debate!!!! He did the exact opposite of fucking it up! Way to go, my confidence is restored.
Did you see? Thoughts?
PS and yes indeedy, Marmalade with his words and his jokes = hot
Wasn't he a dreamboat? To be honest with you, my thoughts on the debate tend to match this sharp-witted political commentator's (MY BUT SHE HAS HER FINGER ON THE PULSE FOR SOMEONE SO COMELY), though I will add that after the brief and not unfulfilling euphoria of Sunday night I remembered with a start that Beazley and Latham 'won' debates of elections previous and it made not a lick of difference to their loserly chances. Then I drank some more wine. Time passed.
jctrue said...
fits
i respect your opinion of the political landscape of Australia
however
i want to know (i am a SWING voter - lol - its the only thing i SWING at and at this election i am swinging WILDLY at labour kevin07 is the one fo sho)
how did you become such a die
hard
labour supporter?
jc
xxx
I'm not really such a diehard ALP supporter so much as I am anti-Conservative. I've never joined the Labor party, nor do I see them as flawless icons. I'm just passionate about politics and engaging with the world I exist in, and keen to pore over the whys and wherefores of the folk in charge. Also I have a fiery urge to boot every right-wing fuckrag I meet square in the moosh. Perhaps it's genetic.
Ben said...
How does one do words and jokes in such a way as to be "hot"? I never seem to be able to achieve hotness in anything I do. It was the same in high school, when I attempted to be depressed and brooding, but saw the girls flock to the other guy who being depressed and brooding. These days, many females laugh uproariously at my work, but I have yet to become a sex symbol.
Is physical ugliness a factor here?
See, but it's not their PANTS, is it? I mean, they don't all wear orange pants. I feel terrible, I may have ruined my reputation by suggesting that I was not, for a short time, thinking about pubic hair.
My contribution to last week's Q&A was rubbish. I apologise, will do better, etc.
You know, it's true, I am a man, of sorts, and therefore I did not understand your pap smear joke AT ALL. I was like, ooh, I wonder what on earth she is on about with her "pap smear" reference? What the dilly-o? I am scratching my large testosteroney noggin in befuddlement, why can she not make jokes that are understandable to me? I must cease my newspaper readage and scurry off to drink heavily and massage my testicles etc.
Ah, that's better, glad I got that out of the system. Are you a fan of Garry Trudeau's fine work? I am, so there. Also, Dave Barry.
I think the Chaser Death Song affair will be the thing that inspires me to write a great and incisive piece of social commentary (my second after "Passion inspires High School Crucifixion Spree"). Should the editors I send it to lose their minds and not accept it, will you read it anyway?
Have I told you about my mooted television show, Pregnant Penny PI?
What about my comic strip about a troubled performance poet, Open Mike?
Has Kerry Cue ever made you laugh, ever?
Christ, this is long. I should have saved some for next week.
1. How does one do words and jokes in such a way as to be "hot"?
This is an odd question, Ben. As far as I'm concerned, most anyone making the funny will win my heart as I am a lady who brakes for zingers. Obviously the jokes have to be above-par lest I end up making out with someone who spends entire evenings speaking in a variety of Simpsons accents, but give me a good knock-knock joke over a skinny denimed Mr. Lover Lover anyday.
Also see: Ford Fairlane.
2. Is physical ugliness a factor here?
No.
3. See, but it's not their PANTS, is it? I mean, they don't all wear orange pants.
Well, no. I see your point. But we can hardly go around pointing at their crotches and calling them Cherry Groin or Flame Cock or the like, as it's hugely unseemly and may cause them distress. Think of the rangas, for god's sake.
4. Are you a fan of Garry Trudeau's fine work?
I don't know him or them. Would I admire?
5.I think the Chaser Death Song affair will be the thing that inspires me to write a great and incisive piece of social commentary (my second after "Passion inspires High School Crucifixion Spree"). Should the editors I send it to lose their minds and not accept it, will you read it anyway?
Yes. While we're at it, the now infamous Chaser Death Song was a slice of fucking brilliance, the clever bastards. If yours is anywhere near as good I shall steal it and claim it as my own.
6.Have I told you about my mooted television show, Pregnant Penny PI?
You have not.
7. What about my comic strip about a troubled performance poet, Open Mike?
No. Although I'm starting to suspect that you are just using this forum as an opportunity to showcase your amusing ideas, you cheeky minx.
8. Has Kerry Cue ever made you laugh, ever?
Not that I'm aware of.
Nona said...
Ben, the most charming sex symbols are men who don't realise they're sex symbols.
You've got that right, Nona. Case in point -
Also:
BEVIS said...
Like me.
You mean you're not aware of your sex symbol status, BEVIS? Have you discussed this with your wife? I'm sure she'd have an opinion one way or the other.
Ben said...
Yeah, like Bevis.
Get a room, you two.
kk said...
I still think some of you are on the wrong track - abusing big "L" libs is just instant gratification, and, more importantly, doesn't change their vote. Think long term, pair up with one and breed them out of existance. (Not a question, sorry)
Oh god, I'm not sure I'm quite prepared to 'take one for the team' in that regard, kk. Tolerate some harumphing walrus gamely thrusting into me night upon night after a long discussion about those first-rate IR laws for the sole purpose of 'breeding them out'? It's a little too much to ask, is it not?
therapy said...
Thanks. :) Here's another one for you.
You just want me to propose marriage to you, don't you therapy? You lovely thing. What do you do as an encore, cook flambe?
Rustique said...
Thanks exordium "perhaps...(I) will do"!! That's the best offer I've had since Friday night. I thought the good time slap and tickle turkey baster was used on Big Brother though.
What breed is Bob Ellis? Staffie?
She is indeed a Staffie, though with a little something else mysterious coursing through her dogly veins. Fuck knows what it is; the little bugger won't sit still long enough for a DNA swab.
re: your 'hookup' -
exordium said...
51% of the population are women mr 'i need a phallic reference to understand how wrong jackie o is'.
and i've never seen my no paps to date flatmate laugh so hard. every week he says 'ohhh marieke is back this week' which i then must argue with because that would mean you left for a while.
enough with the gushing. i must set my sights on wooing rustique in lieu of the godly bob brown.
i like your turkey baste/slap connection. i don't like bb though. we can work through it i'm sure...
You can indeed:
Rustique said...
BTW you could do no better in wooing me than metioning you hate BB Exordium, I avoid it like the plague. I am obviously not above making BB references for cheap laughs though.
Can anyone sense love in the air? Should we be planning a Spring wedding? I have the perfect outfit/speech.
*hums 'Suddenly'*
Langie said...
T-shirt slogans?
I've always loved that Angel's song:-
'Am I ever gonna see your face again?'
and the refrain that always goes with it-
from out of the throats of the crowd -
'NO WAY, GET FUCKED, FUCK OFF!'
It has a delicate and direct charm all of its own.
I'm confused, Langie. Are you saying we should make a t-shirt that says NO WAY GET FUCKED FUCK OFF across the front? It seems a little aggressive, doesn't it? What's wrong with FBI FEDERAL BREAST INSPECTOR instead?
BEVIS said...
Friend of yours?
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=691036617
And is Tamworth far enough away?
1. I can't believe you sought out Christie Mackay on Facebook, BEVIS. That's troublemaking 101 right there. LET IT REST.
2. That depends. From what? I'll most likely be in Tamworth for the country music festival in January, so I'll be sure to do some nosing around between rabid bootscooting sessions.
EC said...
Hello Ms Fits,
I've just been standing two feet from K-Rudd at our local shopping centre, Deep Water Plaza in Woy Woy.
I have to apologise that I wasn't brave enough to yell "DON'T FUCK IT UP!" The security blokes were a bit scary and I've already been on the telly years ago doing loud (angry) yelling at Brendan Nelsen.
I did think of joining the messy line of people waiting to speak with him and saying it very politely, but there was a big boom microphone in between him and anyone he was speaking with.
What will we do if Howard wins again? Can you imagine Peter Costello PM? Can I borrow your paper bag? I'm feeling a bit faint.
I've not quite got my head around Howard winning again, EC - every time I start musing aloud over what I might do, my voice grows faint and I tend to stagger somewhat dramatically across the room and fall to the floor. Alcohol will be an almighty bandaid for a week or so, but after that I don't know. I suggest we reconvene in a bar somewhere to hold hands and shake our heads and drink some rather delicious Kool-Aid one of our members may have prepared earlier.
p.s. I love the idea of you queueing up to politely whisper to K07 that he perhaps should think about not fucking it up if it's all the same to him thankyou for listening have a nice afternoon. Perfect.
Your update:
EC said...
It's alright, now we have a plan. If Howard wins again we'll all go and live in Milk Town with (as one commenter calls them) the beanie boobies:
http://www.pinktentacle.com/2007/10/funwari-milk-chan-breast-shaped-plushies/
Er...alright then. I was hoping for a quiet evening with a few Brandy Alexanders, but if you insist, Milk Town it is.
Frank from Abbotsford said...
What on earth will we all do if he does fuck it up?
I've thought about emigrating, but where to? Any ideas?
To Milk Town, of course! All aboard the dairy train to boobiesville!!!
For your travel diary:
'Milk Village also enjoys four distinct seasons. In spring, everyone likes to eat dango (skewered rice dumplings) and gaze at cherry blossoms. In summer, they enjoy the beach. In autumn, they eat dango and gaze at the moon. In winter, it is customary to hole up with family in snow caves and eat mochi rice cake.'
All that and beanbags shaped like tits. Where do I sign?
Rustique said...
43 comments thus far Ms Fits, see what happens when you don't post!
Frank my suggestions would be:
Kerala
Sweden - if you’re a girl (highly unbiased article).
Or Norway
You forgot Milk Town, Rustique. The happiest place on earth. But I'll forgive you this once.
More on the debate:
kate said...
I think i just fell in love with rudd. he is intelligent. he will answer a question. dear god he might have sense of responsibility. if howard is elected again i think i will have to move to a new paradigm. new zealand just isnt going to cut my despair... question, I do maybe have one, maybe not. do you still write for neighbours? can you put in some subliminal shit? i.e.... vote Rudd. get us out of this hole we are in. I almost have started to accept it as the status quo. this is scary!!!!! please please please...
I don't write for Neighbours anymore, sadly - in fact, I haven't done so for about five or six years - though even if I did, the idea of ending a scene in the coffee shop with Dr. Karl cheerily reminding Susan to 'Vote Rudd!!!' before sauntering off to play some acoustic guitar and abuse prescription medication or whatever it is he gets up to is possibly a bit much. Besides which, do you really think dressing Harold Bishop in a DFIU t-shirt would sway any doubting voters one way or the other? It's only Ramsay street, after all.
kate said...
sorry... I am os at the moment. so watching "great debate" via the net... fuck, I appreciate what a great politician howard is, but so much so it bring up my lunch a little i am serious. Oh dear. I know people eat his words up top. My hick Ballarat cousin won't hear a word said against young Howard. I don't even know where to begin wit this side of the family. How do you reason with the the absolute? My cousin is in the navy. He was part of the ship which had a drunken person overboard a couple o year ago. I went to his wedding in a RSl in Sydney. It was fucked. Makin' chit chat I asked his friend what they do, and he said "GUNS" And I said "what???" and he said "GUNS" through his braces, I kid you not! It was the most surreal thing ever. I preceded to get very drunk.... It is worrying...these are the people...
Hang on, you asked what he did and he replied GUNS? What kind of answer is GUNS? That's not an action, it's a weapon. How confusing for you.
Someone has their nose out of joint:
Anonymous said...
Kate: you need to lighten the hell up and realise that just because people have different opinions to you, and different interests, doesn't mean they are dangerous psychos. The kid at the wedding probably sized you up in two seconds flat as a humourless liberal (small 'l'), and decided to freak you out. Deal.
And to that, Anon, I have only one thing to say.
GUNS.
*froths at mouth*
fatalberton said...
Ms Fits - thankyou for your kind words about the naming of our son. We chose Lydon as we thought Rotten would be a bit difficult for him in later life. Problem is he constantly gets called "Lyndon" or even "Braden" (heaven knows why). Strummer is already on the list of possible boys names but thankyou for the suggestions of Dee Dee and especially Blondie, as aside from Siouxsie, Poly and Ari Upp we were struggling on that side.
Lydon! That's fucking wonderful. Have you considered Wendy O for a girl too? She could sellotape her nipples when she's old enough to 'get involved'.
BEVIS said...
Do I have to wear a tie?
To what? Your date with Ben? I wouldn't say so; he seems a rather laidback chap.
Duk said...
Hi Ms Fits,
So when will the "DFIU" t-shirts be available? My "YR@W" one is getting a bit tatty.
And is that YouTube footage of Kev picking and eating his earwax whilst bored rigid in parliament enough to lose him (us) the election?
Lovingly,
Duk
Is this really a serious option? I'm happy to run off a few DFIU t-shirts next week if people actually want to sport them around town. They'd at least last for another fashion season should K07 make it through to the Big Chair, since he's possibly going to make a hash of it once that rush of power goes to his enormous round head.
re: Earwaxgate. I wouldn't say so. The man lunged himself face first into a pair of New York hooters and no-one gave a rat's ass. Making a between-meals bite out of personal bodily fluids will barely raise an eyebrow.
Manager, Piedemonte's Supermarket said...
North Fitzroy Banana Singles Summer Sale..
Single? Frisky? Want to let that hottie in aisle 3 know that you're good to go? By prominently displaying a hand of bananas among your groceries, you can send that single signal today! This offer can't last.
* We've gone COMPLETELY MAD! Stay tuned for more sexy summer single shopping specials.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.
rich said...
The new John Howard election commerical:
Actually, I think JWH could do a lot worse than modelling himself as a brawny cartoon character named G.I.John who jumps around mountains in a bodystocking. At the very least it may reveal him to have some semblance of a sense of humour, which is about the only thing he'd have going for him if the Reserve Bank decide to raise interest rates Tuesday week.
Help Marmalade, sweety said...
Um, apologies to all (especially you, Therapy). Even though I have no idea how to use my crappy trial version of Paint, I still want in this Howard meme thing at the ground floor.
Please feel free to take this idea and turn it into something good.
It's very good as it is, HMS. The idea of Australia's Prime Minister scootching against the ground to relieve symptoms of an itchy backside is tickling to me in myriad ways. Not to mention the thought that he'd most likely sniff the carpet when he was finished.
Andy Pants said...
Will you add me on facebook?
To be honest, I'm kind of downsizing Facebookings as I'd prefer to be able to post nakie photographs of myself and my male companion without complete strangers copping an eyeful. I very much like the idea of the folk on there being dear friends in real life, rather than the frenzied ADD ME 2 UR TOP 8 myspace phenomenon of a few years back. Please accept my polite stepping aside of your query in the respectful tone with which it is offered.
Mercurius said...
Dear Ms Fits
This week, an intrepid early-morning oarsman in Adelaide attracted attention for calling the PM a back-bottom.
http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/howard-heckled--again/2007/10/23/1192941020697.html
But many years ago, the former Premier of Victoria attracted attention for calling the then Opposition Leader a front-bottom.
http://australianpolitics.com/states/vic/87-03-23_car-phone.shtml
I would normally say that a Premier's opinion should trump that of an anonymous oarsmen, but then that would mean agreeing with Jeff Kennett.
So I can't decide. Who is right?
It's quite alright to agree with Jeff Kennett when he's quoted as saying things like this:
'I said to him, I said, "Howard. You're a cunt. You haven't got my support, you never will have and I'm not going to rubbish you or the party tomorrow but I feel a lot better having told you you're a cunt."'
It's probably the smartest and most together thing Jeff Kennett's ever said outside of all that 'be nice to sad people' business he seems to busy himself with these days between Hawthorn football matches and keeping a close eye on that wayward young cove Angus.
TimChuma said...
Inevitable I suppose...
http://www.kamikazegirls.net/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvTxyok0j2o
I found this while looking for the lyrics of a Dave Graney song!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baby,_The_Stars_Shine_Bright
Gothic Lolita is a pretty old trend in Japan these days though.
Not a question, but you do occasionally drop by and share pop culture vignettes with us all, so included for the perusal of others. Thank you for visiting.
dakini kundalini underpants said...
Ms F, I have a non-election conundrum, my boy started to collect funny/ scary/ trashy/ tragic record covers amany a year ago and we both quite like displaying them (the covers) by hanging them on picture rails, but the picture rails in our current abode are way thin and the buggers just don't seem to want to stay up there, even when we add a spot of blutak etc. et al. Do you or anyone else in Hateland have any viable ideas concerning how to keep our vinyl tragedy collection up on the wall for all to peruse and admire? Thoughts on this superficial matter would indeed be appreciated. PS They fall off more in Summer coz of the heat. Bless.
What a thoroughly modern dilemma, dakini. Try Elmer's Tack Adhesive Putty or Scotch Foam Mounting Tape. I know what you mean about scorching Summer days melting adhesives to the point where it seems your entire living room is slowly peeling itself from the walls and falling to the floor, but it's obviously necessary for you to make your trash-culture mark.
Any other suggestions from fellow aficionados of lowbrow vinyl?
Captain B said...
Fits lady, thanks for the bob long awareness. I suspect my previous post was inappropriate. Something I try hard not to do, however I always supportive inappropiateness.especially my own, for it is mine not to know, and offence is never intended, especially to sugar
I am interested to hear you view of the well spoken but, cannon ball loaded questioning Chief Chris Yuleman
Did he win the questioning award?
His questioning was rather dishy, wasn't it? I didn't know they were giving out awards like an end of camp concert. If so, Laurie Oakes had better get Slimmer Of The Year or there'll be a fucking riot. The man is half the size he used to be.
Fi said...
What process did you go through in order to decide on a suitable type of dog? What are staffies like to live with?
I didn't really go through a 'process' so much as have a predilection for the furry little brick-like nuggets and collapse in raptures when my friend Janelle told me her dog was having puppies and would I like to adopt one to love and to cherish in sickness and in health etc. Staffies are generally adorable pockets of energy and utterly devoted to their owners - Bob Ellis tends to follow me from room to room in the house, even sitting in the bathroom looking glum while I have a bath. I thoroughly recommend opening your heart to the love of one as you will never want for a more beautiful canine friend.
crazyjohnisdead said...
Sad Fact #1...
John Howard has made the time to meet Bob Brown once during his entire leadership.
Once.
It really is terribly sad, isn't it? He's missing out on a wonderful afternoon's entertainment. Wouldn't BB put on a fair spread of biscuits and tea? And you just know he'd save the last Monte Carlo for you without making a big deal about it.
lill said...
I can't believe he's met with Bob Brown only once! Even I have met the great man once.
I was young. It was years ago, during the Franklin Dam campaign, I got sat next to him at a Wilderness Society tea. Very informal. I was young. He turned to me and asked me my name. So asked him his. I was young. He smiled and just said, Bob, my name is Bob. I was so embarrased.
I repeat. I was young.
That's a gorgeous story, Lill. I once pushed past Paul Newman in order to get to his wife. No doubt they still talk about that story in the Newman/Woodward house with affectionate chuckles and murmured reminders to catch up with that darling scatterbrained blogger before too long.
lavendar said...
do you believe in the triumvirate theory of life ?
The notion that of the home/work/heart - two must be in good shape in order to make one feel like life's OK. That if any two of these go belly up simultaneously - it's grounds for heavy drinking and/or late night texts to lovers gone
two of these are in top shape for me at the moment
but as gotye would put... 'heart's a mess'
I know you don't have a crystal ball - but how the fuck does one come across a feller with a sense of humour, more than a few brain cells and all his own teeth?
Are those three ever perfectly aligned, lavendar? I'm with you; more often than not one can be caning it in the business and home departments whilst evenings are spent in tears with only a Sheryl Crow box set and a bottle of Cointreau for company. It's very rare to be wholly satisfied with one's entire lot - indeed, there's a chance a list of fully ticked boxes may lead us into bored complacency - so while it can be frustrating to feel so assured in certain ways and helpless in others, I think in the long run it's okay. We're human, we don't get everything right all the time. Just keep excelling in those parts of your life that make you happy, and something thrilling will soon arrive on your doorstep with choppers intact.
Also: those fellers are out there. I promise you. But you may not have mine, even for sharesies.
whirling dirvish said...
Could you please furnish us with a small list of your favourite blogs and/or websites? I'm searching for new reading material, and I would guess a wordsmith like yourself would have her finger on the pulse as it were.
Oh, I don't know. Not really. I already spend too much time in my day waltzing my way around various inane websites, and find it difficult to commit to new blog-type activities. Most of my favourites are on my links list over there to your right, though I'm aware more than a handful of them haven't updated in about five months and will soon be STRUCK FROM THE REGISTER IF THEY DON'T HURRY UP AND POST.
At the moment I'm pretty crazy about Gabe from Corporate-Casual ( Jessfamer and I are going to fight to the death for him), and have always loved the brilliant writing of IOYC. Anne Altman is a thorough delight. Jim Norton used to have a great, incredibly wrong blog, but took all the posts down the day he got a book deal. SELLOUT.
person with too much time on their hands said...
Gosh - just found this on the you-type tubes. (http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=NKtUQ7K9UQY) Bring back freaky memories?
It's long enough ago that I'm not overly embarrassed by it, though having said that when my beloved insisted on watching it I sat next to him shrieking and covering my fingers with my eyes.
Christ, pre-pubescence captured on film for all the world to see. That was some forward thinking on my part, wasn't it?
A nonny mouse said...
There's no question that I lurved your Green Guide piece this week.
Thanking you, A nonny. I please to aim.
*bows*
audrey said...
I had a wonderful dream last night that my dad and I travelled back in time to the seventies and wound up in the pub from Coronation Street. In it, we placed a phone call to my mother who would have been living in Norwich at the time and who had just started going out with my dad. I spoke with her and told her about how one day she would have a little baby with red hair and bright blue eyes and that girl would love her so much. Then my dad and I went to her house to see her and she and I shared a wonderful hug - it was like she was meeting me for the first time, and I was meeting her when she was around my age. It was supremely beautiful and I woke up feeling really happy.
So, I called my dad to tell him about it because I thought it would make him smile, and he reminded me (I'm terrible with dates) that today would have been their 28th wedding anniversary.
My question: Do you believe that the dead can reach out to us to give us these feelings and let us know they're still with us? Before my mother died, I told her to visit me in my dreams, and I've had a few since then that have given me remarkably happy feelings.
I'm not asking for validation at all - more just enquiring as to your own thoughts, and I suppose sharing something wonderful.
xo
You're right, it truly is wonderful - thank you for sharing. I'm not sure how the science of it all actually works when it comes to visitations from the dead, but the unknown can be a magnificent thing, and incredibly comforting in a spiritual sense.
Marmalade has an interesting take upon it, as ever:
Marmalade said...
Audrey, at the risk of wearing my heart on my sleeve, what you've written is beautiful. I've experienced the deaths of two dear people. Both times, I've had a 'farewell' dream, where I could talk with them for ten or fifteen minutes. It's also happened with my two dogs. Although obviously they didn't talk...just rolled on their backs and stuff.
I'm a filthy, nasty rationalist, so I like to think it's your subconscious' way of parting ways...although according to physics, the energy of a person has to go somewhere. When Dave died, I dreamed about him in a semi-lucid state. When I said to him that he couldn't really be there on the couch because he had died a fortnight previously, he just smiled and winked at me.
Much better than a girl in a fully lucid dream I had a few weeks ago. I asked her, "You know you're a figment of my imagination, don't you?"
She gave me this withering look and replied, "Perhaps this is my dream and you're the one that isn't real."
Cue 5am existentialist crisis.
You're just going to keep breaking the hearts of RYWHM ladies with posts like that, Marmalade. Stop being so adorable at once.
Meva said...
I often dream of my parents, and in my dreams they are always so vibrantly alive that I wake up expecting to see them in the room with me. Each remembered dream of them picks a little at the wound they left when they left this life. It's kind of like part of my life has been amputated, but the wound won't heal. Or I won't let it.
I know you were embarrassed about this post in hindsight, and I do hope you don't mind that I've included it in this week's q and a. I think it's inexpressibly lovely and heartfelt, and you shouldn't feel abashed for being so open. Well may we shoot the breeze about election debates and dating Liberals and sweet pooches, but sometimes it's nice to raise the bar a little and share something raw and perfect. Thank you.
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Okay, so I didn't answer everything but I'm only human and there's work to do away from blog-land. I must bash away at my laptop before sending a thousand good thoughts and squeezes Gotye's way for the ARIA awards and oh! a week of carousing with Carrot Knickers. Good times.
Leave your questions for next week in the comments below and I really do thank you for your patience with no small amount of sincerity.
29 days til the next election.
Comments
Please tell us some other little Bob Ellis anecdotes. That's cute to think of her 'looking glum' while you're in the bath. When you're on the toilet, does she nudge the door open and look around at you slyly? My dog does.
I'm glad I stayed up to watch, now it's off to sleeps to catch up on the nights sleep I missed out on last night!!
Garry Trudeau is the creator of Doonesbury. Don't know if you would like him; you'd be in tune with his politics, but you may or may not take to his humour.
I will send you my article, just in case it doesn't suck. If it sucks, I apologise. I also apologise for wasting your time with all those questions, I feel bad now.
So just one question: Who's your favourite poet?
Also, we had a very pleasant evening, and Bevis is firm but gentle.
And of course Gotye + Learnalilgivinanlovin + many coloured balloons = absolute highlight.
Anyway, this comment is now a little defunct, and has no question involved at all, but still. Mad props to Sarah Blasko.
It’s only fair, you ain’t cheap, r ya ?
If you choose this path fitshopper. What would your selection criteria be for choosing who to respond to?
Have you read Smithereens by Sean Micallef? It should really replace the Gideon's Bible in my opinion.
Have you watched Dexter (Showtime, America)? I think you would like it, but then it's not like we have broken bread together or anything. Lavosh?
What is your credit card number and expiry date?
"No, not even Coopers Green," he says.
Can this really be true?
Simon also says that there are shapeshifting lizard men in the shape of the British royal family and that United States foreign policy post September 11 is all part of a reptilian conspiracy to corupt humanity, and Bush is either a servant of the reptilians or a shapeshifter himself.
Should I just tell him to stay away from the msg for a while or is there some sense here?
If he's right then what am I to drink at my next election party?! Another pale ale simply ain't gonna cut the butter.
So it's back to Mr Fawkes Exploding Home Brew, or Tequila Slammers at dawn, just to give your day a greener hue. Or maybe you STEAL the bottles of Coopers Pale in the cause of Political Correctness- thereby avoiding pouring your boodle into the coffers of the Wibberals.
It was patriotic act, constable.
This could go the opposite way intended and convince your friend and turn you onto the truth, might and power of the lizard people and all those other consipiracies, but hopefully you'll both just fall in love with Mr Ronson and laugh your self stupid at his mad-cap scrapes and shenanigans with the loons of the world.
Fitsy: do you have Ronson love? I haven't checked in with his column on The Guardian website for many a month but it used to be an essential part of my every Saturday when I lived in the land of the Guardian and could pick a fresh and timely copy up from my corner store. Bless the interwebs and all but I much prefer pouring over an actual paper on a lazy weekend rather than hunching in front of a laptop.
'For Better or for Worse' or 'Calvin and Hobbes'?
Richard Di Natale, Natasha Stott Despoja or Kerry Nettle?
Peggy Frew or Ollie Browne?
Dennis Kucinich or Ralph Nader?
Rammstein or Kraftwerk?
Lectern or lecturn?
RRR or PBS?
Does that mean you're previously disposed and are unable to hand out HTVs on the 24th for like-minded independents or similar? What if it would make the difference?
seriously... what will we do?
*shudders*
"why did john howard run into a brick wall?
because he was riding john's bike"
the explanantion: "john howard stoles john's bike and he didn't know what he was doing and stealing is wrong and he is wrong so he ran into the wall"
This is where I pinky-swear (again!) that I have not indoctrinated my child with lefty wisdom. Perhaps it works my osmosis? If that is the case, should we simply lurk around right wing havens and hope that science does the trick?
Grab your tapes people!!! (As you can see I am quite partial to the subliminal thing...)
Also, after a lovely night of wanky cocktails, nice gin, I ran away to a seedy dive bar, I found out he loves Johnny. He was taller than me and everything! (this should clear up last week's ambiguity, I am an amazon woman.) I had to shower and scrub myself clean, I felt so guilty given the current water situation. But the filth, the filth!
http://www.glamour.com/sexmen/blogs/alyssa/
hot?
http://tinyurl.com/y34tn8
Or else, just use the front door:
http://www.tuckermax.com/
As one of his faithful followers, even I was grossed out...
And I had a disturbing dream last night in which he was forced to step down as ALP leader. no joke. what does this mean? that i'm too involved in politics?
Also i've heard you a couple of times on triple j and your voice was not at all what i expected!
The other one is Oscar Humphreys - we used to keep that interview he did in Sunday Life on our fridge, for those times we were just dying to be outraged.
The only good thing I can say about Tucker is that at least he knows he's a douche.
I am having a MORAL DILEMMA. I've just discovered - thanks a lot, Facebook! - that two of my very close (but relatively recent) friends are sincerely actually for-real going to vote Liberal.
I love these guys! It hurts me to think of - I don't even want to think about it! And whenever they're all "O BUT HOWARD HAS SAVED OUR ECONOMY ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN RUDD LOL" I can't think of any kind of reasoned rebuttal because I'm too busy staring slack-jawed at such devastating demonstrations of dumbitude in what I regard as Quite Clever People.
What do I DO? What can I SAY? Is this grounds for cancelling our friendship?
As I'm quite sure this conundrum is not unique, anyone else who wants to throw advice my way is more than welcome.
jh's questions are hauntingly good, well done sir/madam. (Pass, B!, C!, B, A, Pass, A, B on Sunday mornings, N/A).
2. That depends. From what? I'll most likely be in Tamworth for the country music festival in January, so I'll be sure to do some nosing around between rabid bootscooting sessions."
... nosing around, trying to track her down ... armed with GUNS, I take it?
Your thoughts in relation to Bob Hawke esquires dress sense as revealed by the Australian Financial Review this week:
bicipolitics.blogspot.com/2007/10/bob-hawke.html
Do you think this little number was chosen by Blanche, or is it an Eighties hangover gifted by Bondy following Australian victory in the 1983 America's cup
Would you vote for a man that dressed like that (or maybe more to the point would you buy Gold Coast property from a man who dressed like that)?
thoughts and ruminations please
You went there.
YES!!! Regardless of dress sense I would have Hawke over KRudd or Howard in a heartbeat. And thanks for making me take the extra step to a Paul Keating resurrection fantasy. I hold you responsible for my half mongrel.
Ms Fits. Please, please, please drop "paramour"!!! You have worn it out! It is threadbare and chafed like your red nut's cock must be!
Just sayin'.
Namaste
http://www.realfooty.com.au/news/news/
rocker-fronts-roo-resistance/
2007/11/01/1193619059504.html
My 4 & 5 year old sons refer the the Rt Hon PM as...........
......................... THE EGG! ..............................
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97H1dToqfxY
Good god - I swear it was the first time I got moist between the thighs, and no one has ever quite measured up since. Thanks for the memories!
Slightly cryptic question: I'm doing my best to help "the cause" (AKA: finally get rid of the rodent, '07). How do I stay sane in the face of faceless apparatchicks?!
If you can't see that, then you don't know your own limitations.
Okay I'm done now, carry on.
Care to enlighten me as to your interpretation of the 'political divide'? I'm for serious...
fuck tax cuts, the milky bars are on Rudd.
This is my first Friday Question ever -- does that win me extra points??
My question is -- do you think a relationship can survive an incident of cheating? And, if so, do you have any tips for repairing things post-dalliance?
I tried spelling out the specifics of our circumstance, but they are same-old, same-old: long-term relationship followed by lengthy period of long-distance love; horny frustration on both sides; understandable brief affair; happy reunion; ongoing problems caused by relentless text-messages from third party (the one involved in above-mentioned 'understandable brief affair').
How can one deal with undesired text-messages from one's partner's partner-in-crime? How does one know whether or not to accept partner's assurances that affair is indeed over? Is sexual jealousy an outmoded emotion? Is it ever possible to love someone so much that sexual fidelity isn't worth quibbling over?
PS Quesiton 2 -- d'you know Regina Spektor's 'Hotel Song'? For some reason I associate it with your blog persona. Is that weird? Do you even know/like this song?
Thanks!!
Question: why do you and some of the RYWHM call it 'Sydlee'? Is it just a merry childish jape, or a reference to something?
buggered if i know why i'm posting about it here, but i think i'll get more lucid advice than i would on mess+noise. and my blog gets very little traffic. mostly because it's dull and infrequently updated. Anyway ...
i am lately seeing a lovely fellow who will be leaving the country next year for a long time if not forever.
this was known from the beginning.
he has recently told me, after some prodding, that he is deliberately being "non-committal" because he's leaving. from experience, he finds this the best way to save everyone involved potential pain down the track.
i find this very frustrating. i want to be boots and all and see what happens, not gently gently with one eye on the inevitable ending.
but i'm worried that if i issue an ultimatum he'll tell me that it's his way or the highway.
so, do i stick with a once-a-week-only relationship with a really lovely guy who shares my passion for lots of things and keep that right up until he leaves; or risk it all by pushing for more and potentially lose him, but potentially gain a short but great relationship?
i think i know the answer already.
My boyfriend, whom I've been living with for the past 2 years had been acting odd for half a week, and on thursday I finally asked what the hell was going on.
He said he was not sure where we were, or where we were going. Not sure what he wanted any more. Not sure of his feelings.
- So what does this mean, are you breaking up with me? I asked
-No, no, not that. I just don't know what I want, and if I can offer you what you want in the future.
Yadda yadda, a couple of hours of tears, and we agree it's best he fucks off for the weekend, try and sort out then what he wants.
I haven't heard from him all weekend, but nor have I sent any messages.
First time in the two years there's no contact for such a long time.
It's sunday now, and he's supposed to come back today. I don't know when, we just agreed on thursday that he'll be back today, and then we'll talk.
I have no idea if he'll come back wanting to finish it all, or if he'll want to continue.
I'm pretending to watch movies, but my screen is conveniently in front of the window, so really, I'm staring into the parking lot, waiting for him to get back.
Most of the weekend has been spent with a lovely lovely friend, who blew off a date to first sleep over, and then she's kept me busy and fed me.
So..
what do I do? The last two years of my life, every day this person has been there in every way, and now he might have decided, that he doesn't want that any more.
Oh, and apparently if he believed in there being 'the one' I'd be it, he doesn't think there is anyone anywhere better.
Confused yet?
Can this even be worked out?
Christ, I'll have to tell people. The thought is horrible.
Hi, yeah, we broke up. No, he just doesn't want me in his life any more.
So. Yeah. Friday question,
how was your weekend?
I care, etc.
Just curious!
You don't know me at all, but I just read your comment and it made my heart twist and wibble a little.
I've got nothing else apart from that. Solidarity sister.
a facile and largely uninteresting question for at least 49 percent of the population.
Flowers for your hair where do you buy them in Melbourne? I have loads but need to restock as they are tending towards shabby. Best i come across are cheap nasty and too frou frou for my liking...ansy tips form anyone welcome.
As you were.
ouch!
time is the only answer.
that and getting thoroughly shellacked with your favourite peeps... wallow in it and when that wears off you really will be okay.
not bein' trite.
you will.
that's all I'm sayin'.
When you say "Don't fuck it up" are you meaning:
a) don't lose the unloseable (sp?) election;
b) don't win the unloseable election by turning your party into the Liberal party;
c) all of the above?
Maria... I'm in no way going to pretend that I know anything about the relationship in question; all I can say is hang in there and be thankful you (seemingly) have solid friends you can lean on. That goes for whatever does eventuate, but fingers crossed (or thumbs pressed in Germany, apparently) for the best.
(a) I like her pasty white like the rest of us, from having spent our entire lives in front of a computer screen inside (those of us with darker skin pigmentation aside, of course);
(b) Why should SHE get to enjoy life while the rest of us are holed up in holes, repeatedly refreshing her blog's homepage, waiting impatiently for the next Q&A post to appear?
(c) She OWES us. She is a celebrity; therefore her entire life is fodder for us to play with as we please. As Homer Simpson* once said:
"Look, all I'm saying is, if these big stars didn't want people going through their garbage and saying they're gay, then they shouldn't have tried to express themselves creatively."
* Yes, I get all my philosophical notions from base cartoon characters. So what.
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