Once again, things got lost in translation with our Asian brethren. This time, with the food served at restaurants:
If you’re a woman living in Japan and life has become too tragic to take, have no fear—the Ikemeso (a combination of the Japanese words for “handsome guy” and “crying”) is here. It’s a new service where for the low fee of 7900 yen ($65 U.S.), a handsome guy will come visit your workplace, play you a sad video and literally wipe away your tears.
And here are some of the dashing and sensitive men you can pick from:
Recently it was announced that UFC fighter Ronda Rousey is slated to reprise Patrick Swayze’s bouncer role in the 80′s cult classic, “Road House.”
(for the record, as a bar owner, I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of hiring a “doorwoman” – I mean, seriously, how much of a douche do you have to be to swing on a woman?) Gotta talk to my business partner Mikey about it.
I never saw the original film. Well, to clarify, I’ve only seen one clip from it:
The “Be Nice” speech.
Mikey, himself a former bouncer, showed it to me after we spent half an hour trying to figure out how best to teach new bouncers – we actually call them “hosts,” (not euphemistically, either) – to do their jobs.
Meet Xiao Jiguo, possibly the #1 Barack Obama impersonator in China.
Xiao doesn’t really speak any English so he won’t be trading places with the President anytime soon, but his particular set of skills has gotten him work in various Chinese projects including his current one—playing a low-level gangster who resembles Obama in a Chinese film scheduled to be released next summer.
Now what does being a gangster who resembles the U.S. President have anything to do with anything? Who know? Who cares? He’s a Chinese dude who looks like Obama—sometimes when it comes to the internet, something that simple is more than enough.
Meggatron is taking a week off because of a principled objection to the amount of gratuitous humping in the DEADPOOL red-band trailer. Dominus soldiers on.
I confess, I don’t really get Deadpool. I do own a Deadpool thermal. I love his costume. But he’s a massively popular Marvel character with whom I just don’t vibe. The main thing is he originated as a ripoff of DC’s Deathstroke The Terminator, who is a perfectly good Guy In Ski Mask With Guns And Big Sword type of character.
Taking kind of a big time jump (about a week), episode 4 of this six episode first season seemed more like a second season premiere. We find out that our characters are living behind a fence in a “safe-zone,” one of twelve below the San Gabriel Mountains, if you believe the military. And that’s where the theme of “Not Fade Away,” is all about, belief. Or the lack of truth, more like it.
We see Travis now become the defacto do-gooder for the neighborhood, who is also the conduit between his neighbors and the military commander in charge, who is a total douchebag and likes to hit some golf balls during the day. I find it kind of interesting that the main character of color is the one who believes the military, even to the point of ignoring his son, who is seeing a light being flashed in a house on the hillside, outside of the fence.
This past week, the New York Gilbert and Sullivan Players were criticized for an upcoming production of THE MIKADO that utilized yellow face–in this case, white actors portraying Japanese. Due to the outrage, the production has been cancelled and replaced with THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE (well, unless pirates protest it). It was interesting to see the range of comments from the community–while the consensus was that the yellow face was offensive and wrong, there seemed to be a split about THE MIKADO itself–with some arguing the musical is fine minus the yellow face while others argued that the musical itself is problematic and should not be performed at all.
That got me thinking, is there a work of art–be it a film, TV show, song, painting, etc…–that you know is offensive whether due to its racism, sexism, homophobia or other reasons, yet you still love?
I don’t know if there’s something in the
Evian water, but this has been a banner week for White people sticking their foot in their mouths when it comes to issues of race and their subsequent “apologies.”
We had actor Matt Damon interrupt African American filmmaker Effie Brown during the premiere episode of Project Greenlight to lecture her that “when we’re talking about diversity, you do it in the casting of the film, not in the casting of the show.” After the internet responded with outrage at his #Damonsplaining, Matt Damon apologized by saying, “I am sorry that (my comments) offended some people, but, at the very least, I am happy that they started a conversation about diversity in Hollywood. That is an ongoing conversation that we all should be having.”
Food is so weird. I wonder who first thought of eating it.
Take honey. Someone, say 10,000 years ago, must’ve thought, “Damn, it really hurts when those fuzzy flying things stab me with their tiny swords, but it’s odd, their amber diarrhea smells kind of good. Maybe I’ll just stick my finger in their strange geometric toilet structure and taste some.”
How many ancient people died so that you and I know which mushrooms dress up a salad, and which lead to a slow, agonizing death?
I mean look how sad and reflective he looks:
Yes, he interrupted African American producer Effie Brown on Sunday’s premiere episode of Project Greenlight when Brown raised a valid point about diversity with this tone-deaf response:
15 months ago my friend Gabrielle Burton was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. When I first heard the news, she sent me a batch of the updates she had been sending to friends and family. In them she speaks of the journey: of the initial shock, of coping, of hope, of treatment, of family, and, without every saying it, of her courage and indefatigable outlook in coming to terms with a “new normal” that never stopped changing and, with some kind of magical alchemy, brought her and her loved ones closer and closer together.
Gabrielle with her five daughters.
Her words in those candid and moving updates brought to mind something the philosopher Epictetus said 2000 years ago: “Man is not affected by things, but by his thoughts about things.”
And Gabrielle’s thoughts about this thing that was happening to her were as harrowing as they were inspiring, warm, and uplifting.