Bursting the Bubble

1. Madonna and JT “Four minutes to save the world.”

Four best minutes of my life every day like seven times. Go to iTunes, download it. It’s worth the $2.

2. I’m the new Sex & Health editor of the The Big Green.

Congrats to my fellow editors.

3. New VMan

…which is largely my favorite magazine. It comes out twice a year, costs like $5, mostly because of all the ads (which, duh, are like half the fun in fashion magazines). It’s way more Euro/NYC than LA/NYC. LA Fashion creeping into fashion magazines is driving me crazy. It’s fun and a little vulgar and a little dark. And contains pretty much nothing I could ever afford. This season style-sucker (though largely an LA boy) Ashton Kutcher graces the cover in a cool robot 80’s white suit kinda deal. And my favorite thing? The pull out posters of half-naked male models that I have on the walls of my room.

4. The weather?!

Thank god. Keep running without those shirts on boys. Although, I hear it’s supposed to snow tomorrow… You know what they say in Michigan, “If you don’t like the weather, wait a few minutes.” Now I feel like a grandpa.

5. Emma’s new internship at Marchesa.

Congrats to my numero uno chica for landing an internship for hew last month in New York. Now if only, they’d give her a dress and she had a place to where it.

6. The bars.

Who knew it would actually be a way to meet boys? Not that I’m having much luck with said boys, but still.

7. Happy 22nd birthday Hayley on Monday!

It’s back! Jordan’s favorite things:

1. My Marc by Marc Jacobs cashmere hat.

Cool enough for this early Spring weather slash whatever the hell this is outside.

2. Burgerama

Though I’m baffled by people have “never been.” This weekly staple of mine and my roommates is essentially what I think of when I think of East Lansing. Thursdays at the Riv, starting at 3 p.m. with $2.25 pitchers and $1.25 Burgers. I’m been 21 for a month and a half and I’ve already been four or five times. And if there’s the slightest chance of meeting a boy at the a bar like the Riv (according to last weeks, there is), it’s so worth it.

3. No explanation needed.

4. The Big Green.

Read my article under Arts and Culture. Also print issue party is on the 26th. Add it to your Facebook events. I’m designing this year so watch out.

5. Rasterbator

My beautiful Kate Moss image.

6. 5AweseomeGays

Yeah, I’m a subscriber. It’s a great little YouTube channel featuring two of MSU’s very own homos.

-1. And my least favorite thing? Brangelina’s wedding, if the rumors are true, which I think they aren’t.
“Angie and I will consider tying the knot when everyone else in the country who wants to be married is legally able,” Pitt said in an Esquire interview. I have nothing against straighties getting married but I do have a problem with people going back on their word.

[Update: I guess they didn’t get married. So I still love even though Angelina is a homewrecker (loves the Jen!). They make up for it by adopting the world’s children and waiting to tie the knot.]

God no. Nothing like that.

As requested, I’m posted pictures of the stuff I bought while in New York. Note that I got some great deals (well, all great deals — this bitch doesn’t pay retail) so I don’t look like some snob. Also, keep in mind that this was my first time ever stepping into any Marc stores so give me a break.

First, we’ll start with the Barney’s warehouse sale. Just as crazy as everyone said it would be. Half-naked people everywhere, grabbing Travata sweaters and Kate Moss Top Shop dresses like madness. I loved it. I purchased this pair of top-siders, cashmere-lined leather gloves and two ties, one of which I gave to my dad for his birthday.

Next, the Bill Blass sport jacket I found at the Salvation Army in Chelsea. I almost bought a T-shirt that had a big picture of a rooster and said “SUCKER” under it, but decided against it (because it was orange).

Now here comes the Marc by Marc Jacobs spree.

Also scored this Marc by Marc babies at Loehmann’s.

I was pretty successful and there’s no sales tax on clothes in New York, meaning I saved a bunch.

As the Oscar’s come to a close, I’m sad a little more wasn’t done for Heath. He was taken too early and at least deserved a “We miss you, buddy.” Oh well.

Also, the serious lack of couture on the red carpet. What happened? Where were you, Gwenyth?

Anyway, I still had some faves. As follows:

Viva Penelope Cruz in Versace

Marion Cortillard in Jean Paul Gautier

“Well, I’m speechless now. Thank you, life; thank you, love; and it is true there are some angels in this city,” Marion Cotillard said, on winning best actress for La Vie en Rose

Renee Zellweger in Carolina Herrera

Jennifer Garner in Oscar de la Renta sans the Ben

Keri Russel in Nina Ricci

Heidi Klum in John Galiano

Anne Hathaway in Marchesa

Johnny Depp

Hilary Swank in Versace

Kelly Preston in Roberto Cavalli (with a goofy looking hubby, John Travolta)

And last but not least, Cameron Diaz, in an ill-fitting, though gorgeous, Dior by John Galiano

I like a lot, but nothing I fell in love with. Try again next year.

Picture source, Getty Images.

The Academy Awards are the gay superbowl. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. In fact, my first born son might just get the name Oscar.

Tuning into E! right now and ABC at 8 EST. I’ll check in tomorrow with my favorite beautiful celebs.

It’s been just about too long for me to go on without posting anything and I’ll get you all updated on the oh-so-not-quite-yet-fabulous life of yours truly.

Lately, my life has been all about lesbians. I practically am one. I’m currently enrolled in the Lesbian, Bisexual, Gay and Transgender studies class and it’s rocking my world. Besides have the greatest radical feminist lesbian former Playboy bunny teacher, there’s a ton of great fucking ‘bos in that class. We have some awesome discussions where I will admit we all agree a bit too much.

I know anyone who reads my blogs or listens to me talk thinks I hate lesbians and constantly make fun of them. That’s all.

Kidding. The ‘bos are great and we moes wouldn’t be anywhere without them. I’ve even deemed 2008, the Year of the Lesbian. There’s going to be a lot of Ellen talkshows, Jodie Foster movies, Lumberjack plaid (yesssss) and maybe once I finish QAF, I’ll start the L Word.

And even though I wouldn’t wish Lesbianism on my worst enemy, I often wish it on my best friends. I always tell Laura she’s a lesbian because she hates muscles and body hair. I’m pretty sure Jenna’s a lesbian because she likes baseball. Cara’s not so much a lesbian as a free spirit. I really just want Rachel to be a lesbian because I love pretty black carpet-munchers but she’s too slutty sorostitute for that to ever happen.

My most recent obsessions:

1. Miracle on Park Lane.

Our biggest party of the year will arrive this weekend. If you remember from last year (before I lived here), it was quite a bash. It should be a raging good time and not to mention Cara finally comes home for good! Stay tuned for pictures next week.

2. This commercial for D&G Time pieces. (Thanks, Rach.)

3. Christmas Music

As if I didn’t recheck it in my iTunes on November 1st.

4. Mary-Kate Olsen on the cover of Nylon.

Can’t stand how much I love her.

5. Winter weather.

I get to wear more clothes on an average day than I used to in a week. I feel exactly like Mary-Kate.

Tonight, I attended a speech with two of my favorite gay men, Lisa and Nate — my other two of course being Rachel and Ryan. (Sad that half my gay friends are actually straight girls… I digress.) The event was a regular who’s-who of the worst dressed gay men and cutest lesbians. I thought I was in an alternate universe until everything started making sense. Also, you cute ass lesbians who sat in front of Lisa and I, you know who you are, we love you.

The speech was given by Dr. John Corvino, who is both a gay rights activist and a professor of philosophy at Wayne State. Frankly, I think he’s a genius. His logic was rock-solid. No matter how hard I still try, I can’t imagine anyone finding holes in his arguments (which is kind of duh since he’s a professor of, literally, arguments). He made some great points like whether or not being gay is nature vs. nurture and whether there are gay animals or not and whether homosexuality is socially constructed or whether its independent of society… none of it matters. The fact is that we’re people who love each other and want to create lives with each other. It just so happens we’re both from the same sex.

His views coincide with a lot of ideas I’ve been mulling over for some time and he filled in the gaps, I think, where I wasn’t quite sure what I thought. The fact is that we can’t get married. Why? I’m not sure. That’s fine if the churches don’t want to marry us (though several do). But we have separation of church and state. We don’t want the church to do anything. We want to get legally married? And the excuse is what exactly?

He mentioned how much the ‘bo’s get left out of studies and fights. Lesbians are affected by sodomy laws. And as for the argument that homosexuality spreads AIDS? Really? When about half the homosexual population isn’t even at risk for contracting HIV. Lucky dykes. (PS - That was Dr. Corvino’s response to YAF’s claims, though no one from YAF even showed. Lame.)

Basically, he gave us the tools, I think, to argue for our cause in any forum and basically leave opponents speechless. The only argument anyone can give to any of his “I don’t know why I believe it, I just do.” So legit. Corvino is a column writer for 365gay.com and definitely earned himself a new fan tonight, if nothing else.

Dictionary.com defines camp as “something that provides sophisticated, knowing amusement, as by virtue of its being artlessly mannered or stylized, self-consciously artificial and extravagant, or teasingly ingenuous and sentimental.”

Camp has been a running topic this semester, especially in the movies I’ve been watching in my Spanish class from the sixties. It’s terrible and great at the same time and I’m obsessed.

Drag Queens are the definition of camp. They ironically imitate females in a way that is both dramatic and obviously fake. I did a photo project earlier this year where I went to my first Spiral Drag Show and it was great.

Hairspray is coming out on DVD and I’m for sure swiping that up. John Travolta, even with his anti-homo religion (which is no doubt keeping him and Tommy in the closet), nails a stellar performance as Edna Turnblad, in drag no doubt. Who’s queer now John? Plus, I mean, I love Zac Efron.

Andy Warhol seems like kind of a cliché example of camp, since his “Camp”bell soup painting is pretty much everyone’s entire knowledge of pop art. He’s such an iconic figure and I’ve totally been trying to channel him lately wearing my tortoise shell wayfarers.

Along with the wayfarers, I’ve been camping it up all over campus with my metallic coat, crazy high tops and brand new neon backpack.

My history class, we were learning about gays in films. So now, I’m all about getting a Netflix subscription so I can rent some of those old classic campy movies with Bette Davis or Judy Garland. A couple others on the list of must-sees are Cabaret, Midnight Express, Torch Song Express and Parting Glances.

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In case you’re wondering why I’m talking about an article about Minnesotan wild rice, look at the byline, bitches.