The Futon Potato Goes to Wal*Mart and Glitters

My lack of posts is not indicative of a fruitful weekend. On the contrary, the only time I left the house was to go to…

by j. brotherlove

My lack of posts is not indicative of a fruitful weekend. On the contrary, the only time I left the house was to go to Wal*Mart with the rest of DIC. That’s right, always non-stop excitement over here!

Anyway, Boycruiser is running great (or as well as he used to) which is fantastic because I can’t buy a new car for at least another year. Thanks to Big E, Los, Bootylicious and Ex Lover, I had a series of revelations regarding relationships which I may or may not post about (we didn’t even get into that madness, Anitra).

Finally, I saw Glitter which isn’t as bad as I was led to believe. It certainly wasn’t good (unless you like after-school specials). But, I have seen a lot worse. And Mariah’s acting is no more distressing than Whitney’s — it’s maybe even better (I could seize this opportunity to comment on Whitney’s familial pot-smoking — but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?)

An excerpt from Dangerous Liaisons (1989)…

Monsieur Le Vicomte De Valmont: “Why do you suppose we chase the ones who run away?”

Marquisse De Merteuil: Immaturity, Perhaps?

So why do we try to find faults in the beauty of those singers who have made their mark in the world and justify their deed as an expression of soul and content against their stupid level of drug usage or perverted acts.

No, i’m not trying to say immature at all. Theres just so many types of politics out there who live their lives under for the sake of recognition through persecution. Tell me about it, I’m a victim..

I saw glitter, and remember that part when she was a kid and she sang with her mother at the club? and their house burned down and that homie didnt pay his payment to Billy’s first manager?

*rubs your eyebrows*