May 2008
Sucks In The City
I
was in New York the last few nights to meet with my
publisher about doing promotion for THE MAN BOOK. We
did this while taking full advantage of his corporate
credit card to eat and drink--okay, just drink, but
heavily--at the company's expense. I think I need to
sell something like 200 books just to pay for all the
tequila shots we had.
The thing I noticed in New York is how fired up the city was for the premier of the movie that most men consider a sign of the coming of Armageddon: "Sex And The City." Now, I understand that for women, this show was like watching PTI, only with a focus on footwear. Good for them; girls need to have their special passions, too.
But the billboards, bus stops, magazines, and taxis that were plastered with Sarah Jessica Parker's oddly constructed mug were everywhere. And every one highlighted that fact that this is not an attractive woman. Which of course, is why other women like her . . . it lets them think "Hey, if a woman who looks like she could win the Kentucky Derby can get a hot guy, so can I."
Of course, every time I saw one of the movie billboards, all I could think of was the line from "Family Guy" when Peter says "They let Sarah Jessica Parker's face on TV and she looks like a foot."
How true, how true. Now I'm heading back to the West Coast to prep for the NBA finals. Beantown vs. La La Land, Left Coast vs. Right Coast . . . this one is bound to get ugly.
The thing I noticed in New York is how fired up the city was for the premier of the movie that most men consider a sign of the coming of Armageddon: "Sex And The City." Now, I understand that for women, this show was like watching PTI, only with a focus on footwear. Good for them; girls need to have their special passions, too.
But the billboards, bus stops, magazines, and taxis that were plastered with Sarah Jessica Parker's oddly constructed mug were everywhere. And every one highlighted that fact that this is not an attractive woman. Which of course, is why other women like her . . . it lets them think "Hey, if a woman who looks like she could win the Kentucky Derby can get a hot guy, so can I."
Of course, every time I saw one of the movie billboards, all I could think of was the line from "Family Guy" when Peter says "They let Sarah Jessica Parker's face on TV and she looks like a foot."
How true, how true. Now I'm heading back to the West Coast to prep for the NBA finals. Beantown vs. La La Land, Left Coast vs. Right Coast . . . this one is bound to get ugly.
Going Live.
My
new book, THE MAN BOOK, came out today, and I'm
pretty happy about it. I'm almost as happy to see
that Hillary Clinton is going down faster than Rosie
O'Donnell at a pie-eating contest. The timing for
both is ripe, and it makes starting this blog all the
more enjoyable. I'll keep up my anti-Hillary rants as
long as she continues to inhabit this Earth, because
none of us are safe until she has been safely
neutered and returned to a maximum-security holding
cell in Illinois or a pig-farm in Arkansas. And yes,
I am being nice.
I'll be talking more about being a man in the blogs ahead, but after the launch party for The Man Book last night, and about six more shots of Jack Daniels than I bargained for, I gotta get ready for work. I'm covering the Rangers against the Mariners tonight, so hopefully I'll still be half drunk, because that game is going to be almost as exciting as watching Hillary Clinton try on new pantsuits at J.C. Penney.
More to come.
I'll be talking more about being a man in the blogs ahead, but after the launch party for The Man Book last night, and about six more shots of Jack Daniels than I bargained for, I gotta get ready for work. I'm covering the Rangers against the Mariners tonight, so hopefully I'll still be half drunk, because that game is going to be almost as exciting as watching Hillary Clinton try on new pantsuits at J.C. Penney.
More to come.
