Scrub in the Tub

So, I have this thing where I like to see guys taking baths. I wouldn't say it's a fetish or anything that extreme, but I just love it. I guess as the songs goes, "I've got a thing for those boys that are Zestfully clean." Here's a parody video by Will Hatcher, I dig it:

Also, here's one of B. Scott:

Et tu, B. Scott?

I am completely shocked by this. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MY B. SCOTT?! I starting watching his videos because he's funny and smart, very wise, but lately, he's been doing stuff like this! Little tidbits of videos showing him to be like some vapid cliché of a gay man. He's better than this! I know he's becoming a little more well known or whatever, but GODDAMN, why is when someone starts to get some recognition, they begin to lose the spark that made them so well liked in the first place? Tuesday, I talked about how Chris Crocker was reveling in his sell-out and B.Scott does have his merchandise, so et tu, B.?

Now, let's talk about some things in this video:

1. He starts off talking about his hair. OK, yes, it does look nice, but why all this vanity? Thinking better of it, he's done some other videos completely dedicated to how nice his hair looks, but this is kinda awkward, especially since he doesn't take off his shades.
   
2. He's basically talking about how he "fell in love" with a stripper and isn't sure if he could have a relationship with one. Now, firstly, I think it's impossible to fall in love with a stripper if your "love at first sight" is you looking at how good they can twirl a pole or work their hips. That's not love, that's lust. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE. Love is need, lust is want. I don't think anyone has ever looked at a stripper and thought, "Gee whiz, I'd really love to take her/him out to the movies or maybe a nice dinner and a walk on the beach." Men do not think that with titties/ass/crotch swinging in their face. Love/dating is the furtherest thing, I'm sure. #but if there's evident to the contrary, please share#. Also, why did he make mention of the stripper being multiracial? He said it in that way, which implies that of course he looks good, he's multiracial. I just think it's weird when people shout out a person's color like it's the cincher that proves their beauty. How can America come to recognize that everyone's the same underneath if we keep making color such a big thing? Secondly, why couldn't you have a meaningful relationship with a stripper? What they do as an occupation shouldn't interfere with if you like them AS A PERSON AND NOT A PIECE OF HOTNESS. I mean, if they tell you and you know, what's the problem? And the saying goes, "YOU CAN'T TURN A HO INTO A HOUSEWIFE," well, maybe not a "ho," but just because someone takes their clothes off and dances for YOUR entertainment doesn't make them a ho; it makes them a performer. Now, if you're going out when them and they're dipping around with a whole bunch of other dudes or girls, playing you wrong, then yeah, they're a ho, but a man or woman that makes their bread by grinding to the beat is NOT a "ho". And unfortunately, that's just one of the things that has been trashed around throughout our culture. Stripping is not the worst job anyone could have; if strippers like to do it, what's your problem? Why does it bother you so much?
3. He mentions a video he put up the other day. The other day, he did put up a video when he was talking about how "it's not your battle, it's the Lord's," but for some reason, he took it down when he put this one up. Strange. But this suggests to me something of a classic Christian hypocrisy. I don't mean to come off sacrilegious, because I do believe in God and respect all faiths, but for most people, Christian and hypocrite should be used interchangeably. Isn't Christianity (or really any religion) concerned with principles like, judge not, lest ye be judged and how we should all love our neighbor? A true Christian, or someone who calls them self a Christian, (or really anyone who isn't an asshole), should recognize that we, regardless of what we've done or will do, are all God's children, (or ordinary, decent people for the atheist/agnostic crowd) and deserve to be loved and respected. He's acknowledged that he is not perfect, nor is anyone, but for a Christian to not recognize this is just sad. It's like, people who go to church Sunday morning were the main ones out all night Saturday. Maybe that's why people don't like religion, most people don't learn anything.
   

Now, I know that maybe I'm criticizing this too harshly or being a little too unfair, but with him being a gay man and all the videos he's done on how we need to accept and love people for who they are, this confuses and saddens me. I want my old B. Scott back! What is happening on YouTube? Do I have to watch a shitty M. Night Shyamalan movie to find out?

UPDATE! HE JUST POSTED THIS:

#oh, make me wanna holler, throw up both hands#

"Goddamn, Subway is crowded!"

So, earlier today, or rather yesterday, I went to Subway for lunch, cuz y’know, it’s all about those *five! five dollar, five dollar footlooooooooongs*. Anyway, I went with my sister/sandwich buddy, Liz, to get that hot SWEET ONION CHICKEN TERIYAKI #FTW#. We got there early, the line was short and I was up to order in like two minutes flat. First, there was this group of girls in front of me, maybe about four. The first two girls order and when the girl who’s handling bread/meat/cheese acknowledges me, I figured the other two were just hanging out in line. But wait!, when I start to place my order, the girl in front of me barks out that she was there first. She wasn’t exactly hostile, she said this with a smile, but she wasn’t exactly friendly either. The bread/meat/cheese girl apologizes, but the girl who barked let me go ahead of her anyway. So, I restart my order, telling her I want that hot SWEET ONION CHICKEN TERIYAKI #FTW# on—she interrupts me to say that they only have one pack of chicken teriyaki, not enough for a footlong. I’m like, “How in the hell can you be out of sandwich stuff when the lunch rush is starting literally five seconds from now?” So, I had to get out of line and confer with my sandwich buddy, Liz, so’s we could pick a new sandwich to split. It really sucked cuz the chicken teriyaki is all we ever get, and the only thing worth getting, really. We end up rolling with the oven roasted chicken breast, which is really just a nice, tasty-sounding name for that nasty processed chicken that comes with the pressed on grill marks. After getting back in line, which had lengthened triple the size when I left, I ordered that. The lady ripped the bread a bit when she put the chicken things on it, too. #oh, gee whiz#
The saving grace of this Subway adventure was when I got to the veggie counter. The girl working that section, as my mother would say, was “drunk as a skunk!” Ok, maybe she wasn’t, maybe she was sleepy, but we did come off a five day weekend at WSU, so I’m guessing she had a good holiday Thursday through Monday and is now struggling on a hung over Tuesday. She would take the sandwich out of the toaster that belonged to the person behind the customer who was supposed to be getting served first, and for some reason put theirs in front of the sandwich of the first customer, basically doing them out of order. What really made me think she was drunk was the way she put the vegetables on the sandwich, so strung and drug out. It got hard to list all the stuff I wanted when I found myself fighting laughter. Is working at Subway that bad that you gotta get wasted before you come in at 11:30 AM? What really sealed that hung over theory was her blasé pace, slurry hooded eyes, and how she wrapped the sandwich and damn near wrestled it into the bag, putting it on the counter as if to say, “I’m too shitfaced for this shit.”
Saying all of that, the sandwich was not that bad, but it was no SWEET ONION CHICKEN TERIYAKI #FTW#. Maybe the next time I go in there, which will definitely be awhile, they’ll have it in stock and everyone will be in a good enough mood where they won’t have to come in *BLIZTED*!

GIMME! GIMME!

Yeah, so, I need to borrow a few dollars so I won't have to trick for a Chris Crocker t-shirt. Let's get the fund running. Y'know what, good for Chris, he is really working his YouTube hustle for all 15 minutes worth. Don't get me wrong, I like Chris, I'm one of many subscribers, but ever since that whole "LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE" blow-up, he's been a little insufferable with the hamminess. (I really don't think cum is thicker than blood, in either literally or figuratively...) #not from experience or anything, just books, y'know# I miss the old Chris, the one who actually had some thoughtful things to say. #oh well#

Flashing Lights # 1

Here is a collection of some utterly random pictures of celebrities that I came across. I think this might be an ongoing thing:Here's Brad Daddy and Little Shiloh, who's turning the big TWO today. Not a fan of Brad or Angelina, but they do make a beautiful baby. Though, doesn't Shiloh look a little like Philip Seymour Hoffman? #uh-oh# Angelina might have to explain that...anyway, wonder what they're looking at so awed and agape.

Maybe it was...

Hot Daddy Clive Owen, who's either warding off or protecting the ominous lady in white. Saw this over at Jezebel, most of the comment captions were funny. #Mmm#, if fine was being on time, Clive Owen would never be late, even if his car broke down and he had to limp into the next town 60 miles away. #tee-hee#

Wow, a picture's worth a thousand words, right? I can't think of one right now.

I love smokers, I love Smokin' Aces. PERFIK!

Not a fan of Rhianna or Robin Thicke, exactly, but this is a pretty flick. Just wonder what the wifey says.

Price was Right

So today is Vin. Prizzy’s birthday! WOW! Yesterday Pam, now Mr. Price! Unfortunately, I won’t be writing an love essay about him, but I will lament how, like Pam, he was truly one of a kind with his charm and quirky sense of humor; there will NEVER be another Vincent Price, I don’t even think today’s media would allow one.

If Vincent Price had come out in this era, I can just imagine all of the gossip blogs that would hiss and cackle over how “fey” “Ms. Price” is. Gossip bloggers are heartless, they themselves would make you think.

Don't get me wrong, I have my daily blogscroll of gossip, but read enough and you would be led to believe that every since celebrity is gay. #goddamn#

Anyway, here are some clips and a list of required viewings:

REQUIRED VIEWINGS:
HOUSE OF WAX
THE ABOMINABLE DR. PHIBES
THEATER OF BLOOD

She's the "GODMOTHER" of them all

So, if you didn’t know, today is Pam Grier’s birthday. And if you didn’t know that, SHAME ON YOUR SORRY ASS! Now, if you know me, you know I absolutely LOVE Pam Grier. What she means to me is so hard to articulate because she’s so awesome to me that words just kinda fail. I guess the thing I admire most about Pam Grier, what everyone should admire most about her, is that she was one of the most popular black actresses in the 70’s and was actually one of the first black action heroines, along with Tamara Dobson. It’s funny to me that the 70’s might not have been the most politically-correct decade, but it was definitely the most progressive in the sense that there were movies with black action heroines as the top-billed stars. Nowadays, it’s very rare to see an action film with a lead heroine, let alone, one of color.

Pam Grier never planned on being an actress; she was actually a receptionist at American International Pictures when Roger Corman asked her if she wanted to be in The Big Doll House, the first of his two women in prison films. From then on, she exploded on screen playing characters that were fiercely strong and beautiful, but still vulnerable and realistic.

What really separates Pam from her blaxploitation counterparts is that, she is able to transcend blaxploitation and cross over into different genres very easily and it’s a true shame that those who work in mainstream entertainment never quite recognized that. She was nominated for a Golden Globe for Jackie Brown and the fact that she did not win gives me an angry headache. She is such a raw talent.

There was talk of remaking Foxy Brown (a damn tragedy) with Halle Berry (a GODDAMN tragedy), but fortunately, for now, that kind of talk has ended. I don’t care what others may have you believe, but there will never be another Pam Grier. No one even comes close, especially NOT Halle Berry. And I’m sorry, but Halle Berry is not the only black actress in the world and thank God for that. But that’s a discussion for another day…

Not only is Pam tough in her films, but in real life as well. For most of her early films, she did her own stunts, what actress does that now? How cool is THAT! She was diagnosed with breast cancer and given 18 months to live. That was in 1988, and now, twenty years later, she’s still here, still fighting, turning 59 years old today.

These days, there are those, I’ll call them assholes, who say shit like, “Oh, Pam has gotten tragically fat, she's not nearly as hot as she used to be.” BULLSHIT on that bullshit, for a woman who’s damn near 60, she ages with beauty and class. I guess the good thing about not being used by Hollywood is you get to keep your natural beauty and Pam has plenty of that.

Pity for me though, I have none of her movies readily available for viewing, but I guess that’s what YouTube is for.

Again, this is just a small piece of my admiration, but I think it’s a pretty nice piece to share.

REQUIRED VIEWINGS:
COFFY
JACKIE BROWN