Monday, November 07, 2011

Don’t be hatin’, unless its on Kim Kardashian, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers

A source says Kim Kardashian divorced Kris Humphries because; “She was tired of him spending her hard-earned money.” For those wondering what Kim does to earn her money? It’s like what whores do to earn money except without all the hard work, pride and dignity.

The WellPoint Foundation ranked America’s fittest cities. You know what city was #1? Denver. You know what the least fittest city is? East St. Louis where the murder rate is so high the only known forms of exercise are running from assailants and burying your victims.

It is surprising the emotional reaction people have against Kim Kardashian divorcing Kris Humphries after 72 days. Nobody feels sorry for that Kris-idiot, but people really, really hate Kim Kardashian. To show how much, by comparison they are starting to like Bruce Jenner.



A 20-year-old woman has filed a paternity suit against Justin Bieber; an upset Justin Bieber claims he is not the father and is not lying about it, or as the headline put it:

Beleaguered Bieber Neither Conceiver nor Deceiver.



Since you asked:
It is a fascinating insight into a social phenomenon to see the public turn so hard against Kim Kardashian. It is fun for me, because I feel smug in that I hated her that much from the beginning. (Knew a woman all too well who is an aging version of Kim, and I don't mean Kris, her mom)

Clearly the fascination and attraction about Kim for people was the understanding that she was a talentless, stupid, spoiled whore bitch. That was what made her so entertaining.

But when she takes $17 million for a wedding and then bails on the marriage in 72 days, suddenly everyone gets more of an insight as to just exactly how much more of a greedy and vapid bitch she is than they first thought, and then it isn't any fun anymore.

It's like those A-holes on "Entourage." Yes, we knew they were a-holes, but we didn't think they were that big of a-holes. Now we can't watch them.

Lex Takes the “Entertainment Weekly” Personality Quiz:

Choose your favorite Real Housewives:

New Jersey, Atlanta, Orange County, Beverly Hills, New York City.

None of the above. I am holding out for Real Housewives of Winnetka, Illinois my hometown. As I’ve said before, my mother and her friends - as well as most suburban Chicago women - are the nicest, funniest, kindest and sweetest people there are.

That said, there is a phenomenon of scary housewives in Winnetka that could eat any over-augmented Real Housewife gold-digging bitch alive. (For a cinematic reference see Mary Tyler Moore’s blood curdling accurate portrayal of Beth in “Ordinary People.”)

Some of these women I used to date in high school.

Not sure of the sociological explanation behind it, but these select suburban Chicago women are the most heartless, hypocritical, insanely-social-status-driven cold-hearted women alive. They would commit suicide rather than not send a hand-written “Thank You” note, but would gladly run over a drifter if they were in their way of their Junior League meeting. They make Martha Stewart look like a Labrador puppy. Bone chilling. Have dated women in New York City, all up and down California, including Bay Area, Santa Barbara, Orange County and Beverly Hills and met their moms and they don’t come anywhere close in the psycho dept.

If you could utter any catchphrase it would be:

Febreze’ing the bowling shoes, i.e. to perform mindless yet necessary tasks.

Meat of Choice:

Chicken
Beef
Pork
Other

Beef. Once had a bone-in filet mignon at Lou and Mickey’s next to Petco Park - before a Cubs game - that I would have helped bury a dead body for. It was a surf and turf special that came with fresh crab smothered in hollandaise sauce and that wasn’t close to as good as the filet. Close second would be fresh Mahi-Mahi grilled with oak wood.

Manliest Thing You Did This Week:

Caught a dozen waves SUP surfing at La Jolla Shores/Scripps 59 degree water wearing just a rash shirt and booties and trunks. No wet suit. As young surfer dudes with their potato-chip-sized boards in full wetsuits missed the waves and shook like Chihuahuas from the cold. This was one day after a nearby Great White Shark sighting.

Least Manly Thing You Did This Week:

Caught up on Bravo’s “Top Chef” on On Demand. It makes my uterus hurt just saying it.

Secret Phobia:

Touching paper when my hands are dry. It makes my teeth hurt and sends a chill up and down my spine.

The Voice You Want On Your GPS Device:

First of all, I don’t have a GPS device. They are a symptom of why our society is going to hell with over-entitlement. That being said, I would choose Sam Elliot.

“Hey, Dude. Turn left. And eat meat. Its what’s for dinner.”

Greatest single sound in rock and roll history.

The Keith Richards finger-hammer double-note in the middle of the guitar lead opening and other choruses of "Bitch." When you hear it you'll agree. When I emulated it I knew I had taken my air-guitar to a new level.

Just read/leafed through Ken Regan's "All Access" the god of rock photographers.

Interesting stuff. He claims Madonna is a sweat heart doll and implies between the lines they fooled around. Regan is a "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" guy, as he would have to be to keep the relationships of famous people, but even he commented on what an a-hole Sean Penn was.

He damned the Eagles with no praise. It is amazing how charming Keith Richards is and how normal Mick Jagger is. Richards is just like his on-stage persona. Not a phony bone in his body. Mick isn't phony, he is just so damn freaking normal. He behaves and even dresses like an accountant would at home. Sure, he has sex with a lot of different hot women, but isn't that what a normal guy would do if they could?