Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?
It seems unlikely, but my goal in life is to find out.
posted by Aunt B at 9/14/2005 05:26:00 PM
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
4 Comments:
It's just seeing her with Hulk Hogan that makes it so terrible. There's something wrong with a world in which any woman could say to herself, "I'm totally going to leap into Hulk Hogan's arms, even though there's nothing between me and him but this short skirt."
With any other celebrity, I'd just think she was uncalled for, but with Hulk Hogan?! Clearly, the woman is insane.
Isn't she the one who got drunk and backed her car over a bunch of people at a party in the Hamptons?
Yep. That's her.
Amazing, isn't it?
As a former publicist -- who once with worked with celebrities and their publicists on book tours and other campaigns -- I can tell you that many publicists start to think they are celebrities (Grubman being the most infamous example and Pat Kingsley is another gem). And that, in turn, feeds the publicity machine. It's quite fascinating in a "can't look away from this car wreck" sort of way.
And that picture is just... ew.
B -- whatever happened to Bobby Kegger's book? (see if you can figure out who I mean!)
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