Postcards From Panama

I leave for vacation tomorrow, and I'm so excited that I almost called it "vacay." See ya in April? I'm trusting T will take lots of pics.



Vintage postcards from my Central American destination by way of Postcard Man.

F That Shit

The cover story of the latest Rolling Stone is a G.G. tribute. YAYs all around. But! Rather than do something interesting with Blake and Leighton (and, eventually, the rest of the gang), they took the ol' lesbian besties route. Licorice blowjob? CLASSIC.

Don't worry: The cover shot features the two girls licking one ice cream cone. It's all about subtlety, you know?

Terry Richardson, you and I are in a fight.

The Need To Define The Relationship

Heeeeey, check out 1-a-2:

From Merriam-Webster dots com.
The dictionaries have a more liberal definition of marriage than our government. I know, shocker mcshockerson. Apparently this amendment to the defn was made in 2003 but was not publicized/reported until this week.

Obsession: Rachel Kauder Nalebuff

I follow some news stories and pop cultural products with such an intensity that I may as well set up a Google Alert, and 18-year-old author/editor Rachel Kauder Nalebuff and her book My Little Red Book represent one such case. Chick wrote a book about first periods (as in, menstruation) that, of course, isn't really about periods as much as it's about our cultural history and femininity. She started compiling stories when she had her first "arts and crafts week at panty camp" at 13 and eventually drew in such names as Erica Jong. (Judy Bloom would TOTES have contributed—'cept she was busy campaigning for Obama.)

The New Yorker posted an online-only Q&A with R.K.N. I have yet to read the book (I know, I know—I'm far too busy reading about it), but K, J, and I got it for B for her big 2-6, and I'm anxiously awaiting feedback.

Barack & Michelle & Sam & Lindsay

Why is it that any sort of "famous couples" hi-jinx remind me of the classic 1999 film Never Been Kissed? Moving on: The artist Jonathan Horowitz has designed a collection of pillowcases that play tribute to duos (of varying degrees of fame and/or longevity) through some collaboration among P.S. 1, Art Production Fund, and Calvin Klein. The most timely—and least surprising—set is on display in the windows of CK's Madison Ave. store:

From WWD, which ran a little blurb on the project.

And others, such as these doodads, are available for purchase from the Art Production Fund site.

Finally, My Inexplicable Desire Too See Duplicity Is Validated.

Variety has a swoon-swoon-over-the-moon review of the Clive Owen and Julia Roberts thriller. STEAMY. It's one of the two spring movies I'm really hot for, so really I didn't need the big sell—but maybe you do? Or maybe you want to go see with me?



Since you asked, the other is I Love You, Man, which I can totally vouch for. Buy your tix. It's adorable. Paul Rudd adorable. Girl pals who aren't lame stereotypes adorable.

I Take Back Every Bad Thing I've Ever Said About An Alpha Delt

Even the Grossest ones.



If you can't tell in the video, the smaller text on the banner hanging outside of the frat house reads "No tolerance for intolerance." This was part of the University of Chicago protest to the protest (kind of like backlash to the backlash?) by Westboro Church this week. The Westboro camp waved classic signage like "God hates fags," while the student body responded with ones like "God hates the new Facebook" and "God...shoulda put a ring on it." I'm all warm and fuzzy inside.