My wife is actually the *hugest* Hedwig fan. We have the poster, the DVD, the movie soundtrack, the theatrical recording, *and* the tribute CD. It's a little obsessive. She's ambivalent about Shortbus. She's not a big fan of "sex on fim" - she either thinks it's hilarious or embarrassing.
So, I'm guessing that one's a *rental* for us.
I too am eager to give my fuckyou dollars to indie film and highbrow manhatten orgies. It hasn't come to Ann Arbor yet, but we all know this is the kind of town where that would go over well, so it's only a matter of time.
As for the other thing... I read 'Kiss and Tell' by de Botton two years ago, and I still have a bad taste in my mouth. He seemed, from what I can remember, to be a decent writer, but the whole premise of that book turned me off immensely. So I'm not saying that the idea behind his new book isn't interesting, but I'm prejudiced against it.
And yes: that South Park was friggin' awesome. The three stooges bits were fantastic.
My wife, for a time, was *totally* in search of a Hedwig wig.
Further, while she currently has no tattoos, she knows that if she *does* get one - it will be *something* Hedwig.
And, actually, I think I'm with her (and I suppose you) when it comes to sex on film. I mean, in principle I could care less. But my actual reaction to it comes somewhere between "uncomfortable" and "giggles." Though, as I understand it, part of what Mitchell wants to do in Shortbus is make "sex on film" fun. So, not just sexy - but also (purposefully) silly. Because, you know, it often is.
I'd say fuckyou dollars should come in coins only. Like Loonies. They should revert back to yesteryear, when banks issued their own currency with local flavor in the design. There'd be a month when the local bank would engrave an obscene representation of the local uni's rival football coach, or the villain du jour of that season (Bin Laden, Dahmer, GW depending on time and place) And they wouldn't be handed over the counter so much as thrown at people's faces.
Yeah, your Amazon search was spot-on. Consolations sounds OK, but the flimsy 'look at me! I'm Boswell-lite!' feel of Kiss and Tell was revolting. It's not so much emo, as a cross between chick-lit and meta-blargh-lit. Not that I'm opposed to all meta dribble, but mostly yes.
I'm reading The Immoralist by Andre Gide right now, on a blind rec from a fairly trusted friend.
My wife is actually the *hugest* Hedwig fan. We have the poster, the DVD, the movie soundtrack, the theatrical recording, *and* the tribute CD. It's a little obsessive. She's ambivalent about Shortbus. She's not a big fan of "sex on fim" - she either thinks it's hilarious or embarrassing.
So, I'm guessing that one's a *rental* for us.