Maybe It's Time To Talk To Your Doctor...

The book I am working on right now is titled: "RAMCAP Plus."

Surprisingly, it is not a prospectus for a new erectile dysfunction medication.

Take It Off!

Several Saturdays ago, I went to a midnight showing of Doc Wasabassco's Burlesque at Union Hall. One of the first thoughts to pop into my head upon my decision to attend this engagement was: "Finally! An excuse to wear my lavender feathered cocktail hat with my leopard-print pumps!"

Yes, these are the sort of things I spontaneously muse upon.

And before I go any further, let me just advise you all that when you're wearing stiletto heels, it is NOT a good idea to follow the HopStop directions that include the step "Walk 10 blocks south on 5th Ave."

Anyway...

I'm a big fan of burlesque (then again, I'm also of the opinion that pole dancing is a legitimate art form). Maybe it's a result of my third-wave feminist streak and love of unique and creative self-expression. Or maybe It's just because I like to look at pretty naked girls. Either way, it's fun. And as I briefly mentioned in this post, I'm also a big fan of the unorthodox and unusual. People usually associate burlesque with a kind of kitschy, old-fashioned flirtiness. Which is why when the stage went dark in preparation for this next dancer and I heard the opening strains of Tool's "Sober" — a decidedly unburlesque piece of music — I knew I was in for something interesting. And most likely unforgettable.

And boy, it was.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...

Magdalena Fox's Sugar Skull/Day Of The Dead Piece

(WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT)

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At the end of the show, the male MC, Doc Wasabassco himself, surrounded on stage by 7 topless girls in g-strings, announced to the crowd: "Hi. This is my job. What do you do?"

I do believe I'll be back for more. :)

P.S.: In compliance with the requests made in this post, here is a partial pic of my heavenly headpiece:

Two Birds With One Craigslist Posting

I'm looking at another apartment tonight.
That has 2 bedrooms.
With the cute broker guy I met last week.

I wonder if he's looking for a new place, too...

Things That Make Me Absolutely Furious

Every single person waiting on this line with me.

Things That Make Me Uncomfortable: Appendix

Co-workers who brush their teeth in the ladies room.

People near me on the subway watching movies with sex scenes on their iPads.

Shirtless guys in public.

Waiting for someone to finish using the copy machine.

Someone waiting for me to finish using the copy machine.

Hardcore Brooklyn hipsters.

THE DECISION!

After an unprecedented period of anxious speculation, BeccaGo has offically announced what trusted sources have reported and confirmed: She has decided to leave the living room and go to the bedroom. It was a tough choice, between staying in the living room, going to the kitchen, or going to the bathroom, but she feels that she's done the best thing for her. She appreciates the support she's received from the living room, from both the couch and the coffee table, and she will always be grateful for the experiences they have shared, but she believes that her style of sleeping is more suited to the bedroom, and she couldn't pass up this opportunity for herself. She looks forward to joining the bed and the pillows and working together as a team to achieve what has so long eluded her during her otherwise illustrious afternoon — a nice long nap.

One-Man Army

I haven't been to this site in a while, but I remember when I first heard about it, a friend had mused, "You know, if more people in our military were like this guy, maybe the rest of the world wouldn't hate us so much." I don't know how true that may be, but I do know that if more people in our military were like this, I'd love to hang out with them.

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present: Skippy's List