Wednesday, July 10, 2013
When Suburbia Tries to Get Wild on a Saturday Night
Lemme guess, you guys went extra wild and ate at Chilis instead of Flingers?
Not that I ever discourage the dressing up of hott into slut-wear via some socially codified ritual of performative masquerade. For, as Mikael Bakhtin famously argued in the 1920s, carnival is where social power is reclaimed through caricature and exaggeration.
I didn’t think Ace Frehley could get any uglier.
This is what gets turned away from the Best Western’s Grand Ballroom on the night of the George Michael/David Bowie lookalike contest. They’re too butch.
Ziggy Starbust and Cyndi Leper
Meanwhile, next door…
Meanwhile, across the street…
Meningitis of the dick sounds like more fun than this party.
Meanwhile in the backyard….
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Meaning this
Shoobie Doobie Dooooo ———- Exchanging Glances
bakhtin said that right before he disguised his schtubin-prober as a clown sock puppet
Hot Chlamydia with Douchebags.
Methinks the original woman overdideth it with the mascara… how the hell did she gob it on like that???