Retiring VIP Loft with… Eminem?

Well after months without posting, this will be my last post. This has been an enjoyable first stab at the blogosphere, but its gone off-course in a disappointing fashion. What set out to broadcast continual updates of my experiences in New York City became a platform for self-absorbed rants, which largely reflected a slew of frustrations with my life situation.

My experience here has from one standpoint been a long bout of bitter self-pity, punctuated by brief victories and luxuries: NYC beer week, days in the Upper West and nights in the Lower East, overhauling the PR of NYC’s best-known dating coach, running a half marathon having never been a runner.

But zooming out from the peaks and valleys of the past year, I see rolling hills of continual growth and personal evolution. Gaining work ethic and discipline in my 40 hours a week at Aroma. Gaining financial integrity and budgeting skills on minimal salary. Gaining peace of mind and a healthy body in my daily commitment to Bikram Yoga. Gaining emotional control over delusions of helplessness. Gaining confidence rooted in the core of who I am rather than the circumstances and titles of what I do.

This has been a blog of short-term reactions rather than long-term reflections, and it has served its unintended purpose as an outlet of raw expression. But I no longer need it for that crutch, and I doubt any readers will miss such erratic content.

Especially because I am turning it over to a new blog, no longer talking to myself about myself, but to you, dear reader, about another one of my passions: MOVIES. The new blog is called Reel Riffs, and you can check it out at http://reelriffs.wordpress.com.

But before I go, one last contribution in the style of VIP Loft. For well over a decade Eminem has been among my top five favorite musical artists – he is perhaps my #1 favorite lyricist of all time. He’s been blasting through my headphones non-stop over the past few weeks, with the release of his comeback album Recovery (after the disappointments that were Encore & Relapse), which is overwhelmingly good. It’s the best album of the year in my opinion, so if you have any interest in rap at all, get it.

I have always admired three qualities about Eminem: first, his lyrics, which are so clear and crisp that they can send you into a trance just listening to them; then his beat, which always gets my head bobbing and evacuates stress to the back of my mind; last but certainly not least, his ability to rap unfiltered about his life. Not about “guns, 40s and bitches,” to quote Paul Rosenberg’s summary of hip hop content, but about what he’s experiencing as he experiences it.

His first album captures the hardship of being broke and basically screwed, the follow-up album is his reaction to fame and its effect on his life as well as the lives of his fans, etc. His most recent album details with heartfelt and sometimes heartbreaking clarity his path from the grief of his best friend’s death; to a near-fatal drug overdose; to sobriety and a triumphant return to hip hop.

And for those of you who still don’t care about Eminem, I’ll get to the point…

I was listening to all of his old stuff, along with the new, and it’s amazing to see the transformation. They’re equally important, but dramatically different records.

And like the early days vs. the present of Em’s career, the early days and present of my time in New York City are equally important, yet dramatically different chapters of my life. In fact, I relate to his most recent album (Recovery) at present, as much as I related to his first album (Slim Shady LP) a few months ago.

So I’ll close this blog out with his lyrics, which profanely yet elegantly articulate my thoughts and feelings about where I was then and where I am now.

Where I was (Rock Bottom, from Slim Shady LP):

Where I am (Not Afraid, from Recovery):

Thanks for reading, over and out! :)

Published in: on August 21, 2010 at 12:41 am  Leave a Comment  

6 Months in 6 Music Video Metaphors…

JULY:

AUGUST:

SEPTEMBER:

OCTOBER:

NOVEMBER:

DECEMBER:

:)

Published in: on November 30, 2009 at 9:58 pm  Leave a Comment  

My Top 20 Pet Peeves About “Hollywood” Movies

While my passion for film fills the spectrum of genres thereof, there is a particular breed of film making that has come to sour the art and dominate the market.

Though it might accomodate the standards of an average movie patron, it is to a movie buff like Keystone Light to a craft beer aficionado, who finds no words to describe the nature of its filth beyond the gut feeling that it is… “too Hollywood.” Much like pornography, I can’t really define it but I know it when I see it.

Yet I can’t count the number of times people have challenged my grievances about such movies, demanding some distinction between “Hollywood” movies and the many titles they do not recognize when they examine my shelf of DVDs. So I am here to finally dispense these distinctions, in the form of 20 pet peeves and likewise 20 attributes you will NOT find in any top 10 or 20 or even 50 list of mine (not only with regard to movies, but also books, television shows and the like).

And what better movie to inspire this endeavor than the latest and greatest… 2012 :-)

2012 is a “Hollywood” movie in every respect, and I knew what I signed up for when I bought the ticket: to turn the knob on my overactive brain and all critical thinking functions to the OFF position, and indulge my eyes in the visual equivalent of junk food. The opportunity to go to the movie theatre and spend some quality time with my sister is never without merit, so I’m not complaining. But I’m not putting in my pre-order for the DVD either. What follows is a list of reasons why not.

Without further ado, my top 20 pet peeves about “Hollywood” movies:

1. Speeches and cliches at the expense of vital time – For example, telling your child the story about how they were born when you have 90 seconds to fix the gears of the engine before you collide with Mount Everest and kill millions, ala 2012. Such nonsense is usually irrelevant in content and overdosed with misplaced melodrama (in line with the overall film), but worst of all, it’s placed right in the middle of an emergency, time-sensitive, life-threatening situation where immediate action must be taken. This is the most repelling flavor of a larger mechanism I call:

2. Persistence of the ideal – Notably that everything will resolve into an ideal situation. Spoiler ahead… In 2012, they have a choice between opening the gate to let several hundred people on the arc – risking the lives of thousands in the process, not to mention establishing a scarcity of resources that could potentially destroy the population – or letting them die for the security of the ship. The more destructive flaw is not that they will always choose the moral ideal, but that it will always work out overwhelmingly in favor of that decision, sometimes disacknowledging even the most obvious and necessary reprecutions.

3. Polarization of ethics – Good guys and bad guys. Good ideas and bad ideas. No in between. No complexity. It’s time to abandon this paradigm in PG-13 and R rated movies. The adult public can handle a little ambiguity for the sake of authenticity. Cult classics have been blurring the lines – and better reflecting reality – for decades, of course with no influence on the mainstream. But popular movies like Crash have been emerging in recent years, and they ought to represent precedents rather than exceptions in modern film making.

4. Correlation of weather – Don’t worry if you arrived late, just check out what’s going on outside. Bright and sunny? Happy times – but the movie is probably almost over.

5. Correlation of color – And if you can’t see outside? No worries. Look at the walls, the lighting, the clothing. Dark? Uh-oh. Light? Cheers. Colorful? No worries. Grays and blacks? Panic. Great movies aren’t confined to such simplicity. Watch the bright and fanciful colors flashing around in Kill Bill as the Bride slaughters dozens in bloody massacre. Watch the dark and gloomy scenes in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang when they are talking about the most childish topics.

6. Necessity of romance – Here are the precepts of “Hollywood” movie romance: The two main characters shall be one male, one female. The two main characters shall fall in love, regardless of compatibility. They shall be single, looking for love, and there shall be no obstacles to their love. The seeds of this love should be evident by a suspension of eye contact the first time they meet. Their love should be consummated in the form of a kiss, positioned 3/4 into the film, following a heated argument and/or preceding a dangerous mission. Their love should set them on the course to marriage, before they even go on their first date.

7. Attempts to be edgy – Some part of the filmmaker knows what he’s doing, knows he’s playing it safe, creating a sure-fire popularity token to rake in billions without any semblance of substance or depth or realism, rather than taking the risk of flopping for the chance of creating a cult classic that inspires passionate viewers for decades to come. Fine. And this part of him knows that a safe movie calls for a safe audience, and a safe audience secretly wants to believe they can handle the edge. So he’ll embed supposedly edgy things without compromising the fluffiness of the film. Maybe the main character will curse, or take a shot of liquor, or crack some dirty joke. Yawn. Just accept your movie for the soft and PC train wreck that it is and don’t call attention to it with brief spurts of edginess.

8. Attempts to be deep – The same part of the filmmaker that knows his audience wants to feel dangerous also knows that they want to feel wise, so in his aim to please (the hallmark of all “Hollywood” movies), he sets out to interweave pseudo-spiritual/scientific references and messages in the form of photocopied knowledge, dumbed down for the masses. As far as choice favorites go, we have Buddhism on the spiritual side, quantum physics on the scientific. In 2012 we have some imitation Dalai Lama sharing the classic Buddhist story of the over-filled to a monk who hasn’t heard it before. If you’re a monk and you haven’t heard that story, there are issues in the screening process.

9. Disregard of and insult to logic, physics and my intelligence – ‘Nuff said.

10. Elitism of America – It’s enough that “Hollywood” movies only feature pretty white people and the occasional token black as their heroes, not to mention positioning brown people as the generalized villain. But they also have to present America as a utopia on earth and the source of all good things in humanity. The unlikely superhero is American. The scientist who produces the ultimate solution (because it could never be a TEAM of scientists) is American. The president who unifies the world is American. A little patriotism is great. But unabashed, narrow-minded American arrogance does not impress me. It makes me cringe.

11. Obsession with New York – You don’t find New York City in any of the great classics. Where is Donnie Darko set? Suburban Maryland. American Beauty? Suburban Illinois. Office Space? Suburban Texas. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest? Rural Oregon. Gone with the Wind? Rural Atlanta. Mulholland Drive and The Big Lebowski? Los Angelos. Boondock Saints and Good Will Hunting? Boston.

Every “Hollywood” movie that brings in millions of dollars and leaves zero impact on film making? New York City. D.C. is a close second, Hollywood a fair third. But New York is absolutely top choice. And it wouldn’t be so bad if they weren’t always portraying my city as the hub of history’s greatest disasters, but it anytime a “Hollywood” movie shows up in the Big Apple, you better believe that catastrophic shit is going down.

12. Exploitation of the immortal state in the form of suicide missions – Our heroes seem to know they can’t die in a “Hollywood” movie, so they indulge in heroic missions that would kill anyone else, and then claim the glory of their success as if they were ever taking a risk to begin with. If you refuse to kill the main character, at least don’t feature your softness by leveraging it to produce weak story-telling. Send your characters into suicide missions and let the chips fall where they may, or don’t put them into these situations at all.

13. Excess of deus ex machina – This goes hand in hand with the preceding pet peeve. Out of the blue, unsolvable situations are consistently resolved with little effort or concern. In a “Hollywood” movie, there will always be a flashlight in the dark cave, an air pocket in the underwater abyss. The (protagonist’s) car will always drive fast enough to stay ahead of the earth splitting open, the plane will always fly high enough to clear the mountain summit, the timer will always be disarmed just before 00:00. And this leads right into…

14. Charm of the ending – This is so ubiquitous that it almost feels like cheating to put it on this list. But it must be said. The end of a “Hollywood” movie resembles a filled in crossword puzzle – every solution was contained with the problems to begin with, everything connects in perfect symmetry, the surrounding holes are blacked out and ignored. The end of a GREAT movie resembles a finished chess game – an imperfect but complete story, leaving behind a random assortment of pieces that no one could have predicted, forged by a series organic circumstances and human choices.

15. Reconciliation of EVERYTHING – This is like the pet peeve above but is character-based as opposed to plot-based. There might be problems going into the movie. There will certainly be problems that arise over the course of the film. But please, don’t be alarmed. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, will work out perfectly in the end. A grieving but believing widower will die a quick and painless death. Divorced parents estranged from their children will become a happy couple and their kids’ heroes. Even the death of 6-odd billion human beings will serve to create space for the 500,000 greatest human beings on the planet. Perhaps all of my bitterness is merely jealousy – if I was in a “Hollywood” movie, I would be employed at Google!

16. Finality of conclusion – And it’s not enough that all of the pieces fall into place in the most charming fashion without regard to the consequences, because, indeed, we must explicitly affirm that this is the end of the movie before rolling credits. A tell-tale giveaway of an amateur journalist is a concluding paragraph, especially if it states some moral conclusion. The professional journalist knows, and the professional film maker ought to, that when the story is over, you end it – if the conclusion is not self-evident or the moral message is not self-contained, any conclusion you put forth is nothing but self-serving and self-destructive anyway.

(Don’t get me wrong here. You DO have to finish your story, and non-”Hollywood” movies can go too far in the other direction – ahem, No Country For Old Men.)

17. Selective convenience of death - Don’t worry, not too many people will die, at least that we’ll show you explicitly… except for those we lead you to hate (via the polarization of ethics) or those who interfere with happy ending or finite conclusion. We also will never, at any time, kill of the main character, any children, any pets. The lead secondary character is not quite as immune, if we see killing him as an attempt to be edgy.

18. Survival of pets - This one deserves it’s own special category, because in 2012, one character risks her life twice, sacrificing her life the second time, to save a stupid, yappy little dog who serves no purpose whatsoever. It’s not just a rule that pets survive, it seems to be a rule that pets are included in the film just for the sake of saving them. What does it say about viewers who would rather save a dog than 500,000 people, and moreover would find it heartwarming.

19. Heroism of children – It’s enough that the children have to live. Must they also save the day? Kids don’t save the day in real life. They’re small, weak and stupid. Nothing against kids, we’ve all been kids, but there’s a reason we don’t put society in their hands.

20. Recycling of themes – Let’s play a game called You Pick the Movie: “The U.S. president grieving over the loss of his wife takes strength in his daughter.” Independence Day -or- 2012? “The protagonists bind together in the wake of CGI catastrophe to represent a new beginning for the human species.” 2012 -or- The Day After Tomorrow? “Roland Emmerich writes, produces and/or directs.” Independence Day -or- The Day After Tomorrow -or- 2012? You decide!

In conclusion… just kidding. :-)

Published in: on November 19, 2009 at 3:05 am  Leave a Comment  

Fuck the funk and let’s get FUNKY

“Circumstances do not make a man; they reveal him.”

- James Allen

It was immediately apparent when I moved here: Either you can get on top of New York City, or New York City can get on top of you. And if you don’t get on top of the city, the city WILL get on top of you.

Well, to large extent, it’s pretty clear that I’ve let New York City get on top of me in recent weeks. Key word: let. Implying: permission. Implying: submission.

And a weekend home, a weekend above it all, has led me to a rather different conclusion. FUCK THAT. Fuck New York City. Fuck the job market. Fuck anyone who stands in my way. Fuck being an effect of this world. I am a cause. I am a prime mover. I am a fucking caveman. I dictate the standards of my reality and will not have my reality dictated to me. Submission is simply unnatural in my DNA.

I’ve lost my edge, my aggression, my initiative. I’ve lost the essential selfishness that drove me to get into my fraternity and to the presidency thereof; to stealing my girl from her high school sweetheart to make her happier than she’d ever known; to attaining my RA job and keeping it when they tried to take it away from me (twice); to getting an A- in the Spanish class I was destined to fail; to managing $20,000 in funds to buy books from kids waiting in line at the Sundance book store; to my TA position; to claiming the editor-in-chief position after a semester spent away from the paper for an internship that they tried to deny me – none of which were entitlements, but were achievements I claimed by disacknowledging doubt, believing in my vision, ignoring naysayers, and working my fucking ass off.

I have lost touch with this attitude as my job search has continued to break me down. I’ve become a whiny bitch, a globule of frustration. How easily we forget that we come from a bloodline of champions. In all likelihood, I have an ancestor who once stood on this earth with a sword, probably killing someone, probably getting killed. Why do we underestimate our right to stand on this earth, slicing through impeding circumstances and creating new circumstances simply because we refuse to settle for less.

I came to the city with no frame of reference for job searching, certainly none for job searching in this god forsaken economy. And so the blueprint in my mind was completely faulty: I’ll send out 20 applications, get 10 interviews, 5 offers, and I’ll choose my favorite.

At some point between getting here and sending out 200 applications, going on one bullshit interviews, and getting more than 5 offers from scam companies, I made a critical error. Instead of altering my blueprint and thus my approach, I scrapped it entirely and SUBMITTED to the mundane, half-hearted job search of the average bystander, abandoning the fire that has always burned in my gut whenever I wanted to claim anything in life.

This submission has plunged me into a funk that has defied explanation until this moment, because it’s a tremendous feat to see the picture when you’re stuck inside the frame. This funk has metastasized through my attitude and my actions like a quiet virus eating through my core as I fly auto-pilot into the abyss of mediocrity. But this funk is bullshit. It’s time to get mad.

Our fraternity recognizes MEN of ACTION and CHANGE (MAC) – nothing less, complete with a brutal process to strip away any dead weight by driving our boys to either drop or step the fuck up. Our fraternity mantra comes from Frederick Douglas: “Without struggle there is no progress.”

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Nothing of significance has EVER come without struggle – from the conquering of nations to the emancipation of slavery to the pursuit of employment to the pick-up of a girl at a dive bar. Struggle complete with all its distressing themes of resistance, rejection, and resilience. It’s all the same shit, rooted in the same principle: proactive action without compromise. Ordinary actions, taken consistently over a long period of time, producing extraordinary results.

So fuck the funk and let’s get funky.

I need to step up my initiative and action in my job search, with blatant disregard to the job market, my living situation, my checking account, and everything else. Without giving a fuck about any of that, and keeping an attitude of delusional confidence and self-assurance, my path is clear to get this job the same way I’ve gotten everything else I’m proud of in life: POSITIVITY BACKED BY BRUTE FORCE.

Bring it.

Published in: on November 16, 2009 at 2:39 am  Leave a Comment  

What the hell happened?

As you might imagine, I’ve been getting hundreds of e-mails a day from my readers wanting to know where I’ve been and why I haven’t posted.

Did I wail my head into a coma the middle of the night? Has the VIP Loft gotten too exclusive for the general public? Am I too busy working full-time at my job?

None of the above. Just some combination of laziness and distractedness.

It hasn’t yet reached a month since  my last post, however, and I’m still passionate this blog and the lifestyle it represents. So without any exhaustion of detail, here’s what I’ve been up to:

Job interview. Waiting for a call-back. No call-back. Escaping home. Geneseo alumni reunion. Baltimore for a week. Halloween party. NYC Marathon. Going to a movie, getting a refund because of a belligerent patron, going to another movie for free. Watching the Yankees. Seeing the Yankees win the 2009 World Series for their 27th championship. Going to the Ticker Tape parade. Applying for jobs at restaurants because there are no jobs in my career field. Spending all my money. Escaping home.

Talk soon.

Published in: on November 9, 2009 at 8:47 pm  Leave a Comment  

Intelligent, thoughtful, well-spoken president – What a concept!

Published in: on October 16, 2009 at 12:35 pm  Leave a Comment  

Lessons from Ahhhnold

“The last three or four reps is what makes the muscle grow. This area of pain divides the champion from someone else who is not a champion. That’s what most people lack, having the guts to go on and just say they’ll go through the pain no matter what happens.”

This is from the same man who recorded the following, years before a word of it came to fruition:

“I will come to America, which is the country for me. Once here, I will become the greatest bodybuilder in history… While I am doing this I willarnold-schwarzenegger-training learn perfect English and educate myself – but only with those things I need to know. I will get a college degree so I can get a business degree… Simultaneously I will make whatever money possible from bodybuilding and invest it in real estate where I will make the big money… I will go into the movies as an actor, producer and eventually director. By the time I am 30 I will have starred in my first movie and I will be a millionaire… I will collect houses, art and automobiles. I will see the world. Along the way, I will learn to impress people and I will hone my mind to outwit all of them… I will marry a glamorous and intelligent wife. By 32, I will have been invited to the white house…” (citation)

He achieved all of the above and more.

But the pain period is inevitable. If you have the leverage necessary to embrace it, you transcend it and reach a new level. If you can’t handle it and you run back to your comfort zone, there you will stay.

Your comfort zone does not expand until you leave it. But by leaving it, you guarantee discomfort. That’s the rub. You must experience the pain of any given level before that level becomes painless.

You have to run for at least 30 minutes before the battery acid in your veins turns into productive energy.

You have to endure 30 sets of tearing muscle tissue until that muscle becomes stronger.

You have to take rejection from 30 girls before you approach one who is even compatible with you.

You have to wake up at 7 a.m. 30 days in a row before you don’t feel like shit when the alarm clock rings.

You have to resist buying a dozen things that you want to own if you want to be the master of your finances.

pain+smh.com.au+WQYou have to send out several dozen resumes before one of them is even considered for an interview by a legitimate employer. You probably have to face a dozen interviewers before you’re comfortable dazzling them and get the job. You probably have to go through half a dozen jobs to find the career that’s right.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. And more pain.

All of it leading to growth.

All of it the test of my worthiness to claim that before which it stands guard. All of it the price of personal evolution.

But I don’t really pay the price for getting to the next level. I really pay the price for complacency. For avoiding the pain, the discomfort, the risks, the hard work, the bullshit, the periods during which I seem to be getting nowhere, I pay the price of living a lame and forgettable life that adds nothing of value to the world.

So I’ll take the pain. I’ll wear it as a badge of honor. I’ll face it head on as I smash through the walls of my comfort zone, and sit with it as I wait for new walls to build. I’ll utterly destroy my old self until I have no choice but to adapt and adopt a new self. And never stop.

I’ll land this plane with the following awesome video from speaker Owen (a.k.a. Tyler Durden) Cook:

Published in: on October 13, 2009 at 8:20 pm  Leave a Comment  

Schadenfreude

Back in the day, Geneseo hosted a super-cheap trip to Avenue Q – a Broadway play… about Sesame-Street-like puppets. As much as I like theatre, I hate puppets, so I took a rain check on that excursion. Damn… what was I waiting for?

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Avenue Q is awesome. I had the fortune to catch it off-Broadway at the New World theatre this evening, and it was incredible. What they don’t tell you about the puppets is…

  • They’re incredibly, irreverently funny.
  • One of them is a slut, some of them are gay, all of them are racist.
  • There’s a sex scene with full puppet nudity.
  • They talk about real-world, real-life issues with profound insight.
  • Any person in their 20s can relate to almost every single one of them.

This is basically Sesame Street re-imagined for a New York City setting, re-invented for adults, reconsidered for the challenges we face after we learn to count and spell.

While it takes amusing stabs at the corny memes of Sesame Street, Avenue Q plays a similar role to the show that inspired it – relating to its audience and giving them some consolation despite the confusion. In doing so, however, it flips our childhood lessons on their idealistic heads.

Some memorable quotes:

“Look around and you will find, no one’s really color blind. Maybe it’s a fact we all should face… everyone makes judgments, based on race!”

“What is my life going to be? Four years of college and plenty of knowledge, Have earned me this useless degree. I can’t pay the bills yet, ’cause I have no skills yet; The world is a big scary place, But somehow I can’t shake the feeling I might make A difference to the human race…”

“Right now you’re down and out, and feelin’ really crappy. And when I see how sad you are, it makes me kind of happy!”

“The Internet is for porn!”

“I wish I could go back to college, life was so simple back then! What would I give, to go back and live, in a dorm with a meal plan again? I wish I could go back to college, in college you know who you are. You sit in the quad and think, ‘Oh my God, I am totally gonna go far!’ How do I go back to college? I don’t know who I am anymore! I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry erase pen on the door…whoa whoa whoa…I wish I could just drop a class. Or get into a play. Or change my major. Or fuck my T.A. But if I were to go back to college, think what a loser I’d be. I’d walk through the quad and think, ‘Oh my God, these kids are so much younger than me!’”

“Sex is only for now. Your hair is only for now. George Bush is only for now! Don’t stress relax let life roll off your back exept for death and paying taxes everything in life is only for now.”

As great as it would have been to catch this in a Broadway theatre, I’m glad I waited past the Geneseo trip. For one, those trips are usually kind of awkward. This play wasn’t written for people in college or younger, nor people 30 or older. It’s a gem conceived for post-grads living in New York, who get offers at jobs like these:

http://www.ripoffreport.com/Door-to-door-sales-people/IS-G-ISG-Inc-Interna/is-g-isg-inc-international-pad2p.htm

http://www.ripoffreport.com/Employment-Services/ECS/ecs-called-for-interview-long-jbeb6.htm

http://www.ripoffreport.com/Miscellaneous-Companies/Magnum-Marketing/magnum-marketing-fraud-sham-dy2bb.htm

To these and all other job scams that spend hundreds of dollars posting to Monster and Career Builder to hire desperate post-grads as “marketers,” “public relations specialists,” “managers in training,” and in actuality charge them $50 a day to learn a good “pitch” to use on shoppers at the local New Jersey Home Depot – my response to your ads is ubiquitously this:

Thank you for your time, now fuck off and die.

This has been your friendly neighborhood blogger Dan.

Published in: on October 13, 2009 at 2:23 am  Leave a Comment  

The Personification of Awesome

Of course, to examine the counter-point…

Published in: on October 11, 2009 at 4:31 pm  Leave a Comment  

Dear Natalie Portman…

I’m writing you with a heavy heart, and I hope you’re sitting down for what I’mnatalie-portman about to tell you.

For upwards of seven years now, I have considered you the hottest actress in Hollywood. It started with your role in Star Wars… I mean, obviously. It was reinforced by your spirited range in Garden State, intensified when you played a stripper in Closer, and solidified when you still looked hot with a shaved head in V for Vendetta.

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What can I say? I’ve been going for baby-face girly-girls ever since.

natalie_portman-keira_knighley1_0I’ve stayed with you through a lot Natalie. I was patient through the post-V-for-Vendetta lull in your career. I didn’t buy into this Megan Fox Transformers-slut nonsense. And I have held and will continue to hold in contempt those ill-tasted men who pick your look-a-like Kiera Knightley over you (Evan… psh…).

But then came Kim Bauer. She was the first real threat to our relationship. I was a little turned off my her real name, Elisha Cuthbert, mainly because I couldn’t pronounce her last name and it sounded like a kind of fart. But she was there, a near automatic 2nd place – complete with a girly spirit, an edgy attitude, and great… hands. Serious competition indeed.

But I stayed with you through the first three seasons of 24…

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…and through The Girl Next Door

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But having been apart from you for so long, I decided to leave you to my #2 hottest Hollywood actress ranking, upon seeing this picture:

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Game over Natalie…

But now is not the time for bitterness or self-pity.

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It’s time to take action, so you can hold onto your number #2 slot without falling to #3. Amy Adams is RIGHT on your tail, and with her consistent work record as of late – Sunshine Cleaning, Doubt, Julie & Julia, – you could fall deeper in the rankings if you indulge in your depression for too long.

The look of pure hot ambition.

The look of pure hot ambition.

My suggestion to you is this: Go back to your Closer roots: You know… psycho-chick stripper who just wants to fall in love?

Until then, you have all my best wishes and adoration.

Much love,

Dan

Published in: on October 6, 2009 at 10:12 pm  Leave a Comment  
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