Katrina Dawlins, Sissybears, and the Death of Social Networking
1. If New York magazine is to be believed–and granted, I’m never entirely sure they are–the heroes of this year’s Sundance Film Festival are a couple of scrappy, street-smart Katrina survivors from the Lower 9. In an otherwise lackluster year, Kim and Scott Roberts’ footage of the storm’s onslaught and aftermath, cobbled into a documentary by Tia Lessin and Carl Deal and entitled Trouble the Waters, has captured the attention of media bigwigs and audiences alike. The full story’s here, including a couple of unconvincing minutes of video excerpts. Over on YouTube, there’s some crappy handheld video from the premiere–so crappy that it took mom 30 seconds to realize she’d left the lens cap on–but still:
So perhaps it’s premature, but hooray! Maybe.
- I’ve said it loud and said it proud: Sissybears rule! Especially since the show’s been kinda short on sissybears as of late. (Michael Kors doesn’t count, ’cause I’m pretty sure he waxes his raisinets.)
- Bitch is quick. For someone who can’t run, Miss Chris whips off a lot of snappy lines–enough to keep wee Christian in check anyway.
- He’s one more thorn in the side of a certain lachrymose queen–a queen whose uppance must soon come, since he’s demonstrated an abiding love for my Least Favorite Person on the Planet, Amy Goddamn Winehouse. I’d like to see Chris do him in personally, like in Desperate Living, where Griselda smothers Mr. Gravel with her ass–Down, down, down!–but I’ll be content if Ricky’s just voted off.
3. WHY, OH WHY, DOES GREG FREAKING BRADY HAVE A SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE? I know the internet is for porn, but this is too much. HAS BARRY WILLIAMS NO DECENCY, SIR?