Last night's episode of VH1's latest circus of morals and honesty, Real Chance of Love, was sponsored by Plan B Emergency Contraceptive. Billboards, slogan copy, et al. Which leads me to believe that a) pharmaceutical companies truly are targeting their demographics through shamelessly brilliant avenues, and b) that... oh wait... well... OK. Yeah marketing wizards, you pretty much nailed it.
In other news: I need to go jump off a goddam bridge. Later.
Showing posts with label let's talk about sex baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label let's talk about sex baby. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Heart-Dick Productions
Last night I had the utter pleasure to experience the awkward, embarrassing, and ugly sexhound of a movie, Zack and Miri Make a Porno, with an awkward, embarrassing and ugly sexhound of my own. In case you haven't heard about it, it's the latest "let's make lots of jokes about weewees and poopoo but still make it endearing" flick from Seth Rogen, of frat pack fame. You know, call me crazy, but as redundant as this series is, and debase as they may be, I will never grow tired of these movies. And my hat's really off to Seth Rogen for winning fame by being normally funny. A lot of people may say, "Oh my friends and I same the same shit but we're not getting paid millions of dollars for it..." Yeah, true. You're NOT getting paid millions of dollars for it. You're sitting on your ass playing Xbox Live and drinking your Natty Light and he made an effort to work hard and crank out a grazillion movies a year, just bein himself. So, you know, shaddap.
I really have come to admire Seth Rogen (along with the rest of the Farty boys that have dominated the American comedy scene since about 2004). A few months back he was actually in the Hitchcock-attributed Hollywood issue of Vanity Fair, recreating Cary Grant's iconic scene from North by Northwest, and later this summer he graced the cover of GQ's comedy issue. In his GQ feature, he described his school of comedy as "heart-dick production," since his films consist of a lot of heart, but simultaneously, a lot of dick. Not too far off the mark, wouldn't you say? Look at what he's been in: The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, Superbad... (no, I didn't see Pineapple Express). Most of those movies tie directly back to Judd Apatow, but I still contest that the uncomfortable, chubby, jewfro lovability of Rogen is largely responsible for this whole phenomenon.
Also, I must contest that he's started a new misplaced romantic lead phenomenon, akin to Tom Hanks in the 80s and Woody Allan in the 70s... Last night, as I squinted through Rogen and Elizabeth Banks' silent explosion of a sex scene (yeah... spoiler alert... they do it, since duh they made a porno!), I actually found myself, kind of um, turned on. It was this strange alloy of arousal, confusion, discomfort, and sheer endearment. Yes, frankly, watching Seth Rogen even make OUT with a girl is weird, and watching him "make love" (as his character Zack actually declared it) is sheerly mind-bending and existential. But the truth is, he created a scenario that was both emotional and real, and yeah, really fucking awkward. But that, I think, is what made it so hot. Oh Seth Rogen, you slick-talkin fly-walkin panty dropper.
PS: For those of you who are attune to viral videos, check this noise out, which was shot on the set of Zack and Miri and I discovered a few months ago! Wee!
I really have come to admire Seth Rogen (along with the rest of the Farty boys that have dominated the American comedy scene since about 2004). A few months back he was actually in the Hitchcock-attributed Hollywood issue of Vanity Fair, recreating Cary Grant's iconic scene from North by Northwest, and later this summer he graced the cover of GQ's comedy issue. In his GQ feature, he described his school of comedy as "heart-dick production," since his films consist of a lot of heart, but simultaneously, a lot of dick. Not too far off the mark, wouldn't you say? Look at what he's been in: The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, Superbad... (no, I didn't see Pineapple Express). Most of those movies tie directly back to Judd Apatow, but I still contest that the uncomfortable, chubby, jewfro lovability of Rogen is largely responsible for this whole phenomenon.Also, I must contest that he's started a new misplaced romantic lead phenomenon, akin to Tom Hanks in the 80s and Woody Allan in the 70s... Last night, as I squinted through Rogen and Elizabeth Banks' silent explosion of a sex scene (yeah... spoiler alert... they do it, since duh they made a porno!), I actually found myself, kind of um, turned on. It was this strange alloy of arousal, confusion, discomfort, and sheer endearment. Yes, frankly, watching Seth Rogen even make OUT with a girl is weird, and watching him "make love" (as his character Zack actually declared it) is sheerly mind-bending and existential. But the truth is, he created a scenario that was both emotional and real, and yeah, really fucking awkward. But that, I think, is what made it so hot. Oh Seth Rogen, you slick-talkin fly-walkin panty dropper.
PS: For those of you who are attune to viral videos, check this noise out, which was shot on the set of Zack and Miri and I discovered a few months ago! Wee!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Aint no love if you don't use a glove (and tell mom)
Finally, MTV has added to its repertoire a program of moral fiber and cultural recognition. The show which is aptly (albeit disturbingly) dubbed "Sex... with Mom and Dad" gains little publicity while quietly reminding kids that, hey, your parents probably know you're bumpin uglies with your boyfriend/ that kid who blindly took you to homecoming/ that person who maybe served you a double chalupe at 2am at Taco Bell... and it's OKAY.
I only caught one episode of the show tonight, and honestly, I don't know when it's regular airtime is, but I strongly petition for this stroke (hehe) of genius to garner a "10 Spot" slot in a Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday night rotation, because it delivers such a well-aimed, pivotally relevant, and seriously important message. Guess what. Kids that watch MTV fuck. And they don't tell mom and dad about it. Hence, there are SHITLOADS of 17-year-olds that can't get birth control (or testing for STDs) without their parents knowing. And this thoughtful, brilliant idea shows these little "sluts" that your parents would so much rather be enlightened, and take the precaution, than have an unpleasant surprise a few weeks down the line.
I'm going to open up now, which is something I've never really done in this blog as far as my personal life goes, but I have a really, really kick-ass mother. She is bar none my best friend, and probably one of the most amazing ladies I've ever been aware of God creating. As part of the "I'm your friend and we're both humans" mantra she espoused while I was growing up, she and I made a pact to be clear with each other about my sex life (because I was at least realistically aware of hers). We agreed that as soon as I started having it, I would be honest, at least so she could get birth control for me? Why? Because she's my mom. She has a moral obligation to look out for me. She's not going to let me run into on-coming traffic, and she would be flippantly remiss to let me dive into Man York without being aware of the repercussions. I admit it. I'm not a virgin (and I've sweat through the crises that such indiscretion can introduce), and I'm not the pristine, pure white female for which my Catholic schooling preened me. But neither is my mom. She's a realistic woman who, with 30 years experience over me, can guide me (as a parent is SUPPOSED to do).
On the other hand, I have friends who are adults. They are not sluts, but they certainly and clearly been sexually active recently and have decidedly NOT been open with their parents (who, by the way, largely spearhead their health insurance) about it. Why? Oh, I've heard a plethora of reasons: I've only slept with 1/2/3 people, and I know they're clean... We used protection... I wouldn't want my parents to know... Blah blah bullshit. This just in - you live in a sexually liberated yet unsound world. Sex is fun and free and encouraged, but just like EVERYTHING ELSE in the world (apartments, bills, drinking, eating good food), it comes with risks and the demand for precaution. Your parents (and you) would be negligent not to have an open dialog about it. And just as an aside, if I had a 20-year-old child who hadn't mentioned a breath about sex to me I would feel one (or more) of three things: a) that I wasn't his or her friend/ that I was unapproachable, b) that I went wrong somewhere in his or her upbringing that he or she can't communicate this sort of thing, or c) that she is ultimately a pariah who cannot get laid.
And, as a good friend of mine declares, universal care starts with the 'rents.
So thank you, MTV, for shedding light on not just a sexual dilemma American families face, but a social one. Parents are obligated to groom their offspring for the adult world. And yes, penises and vaginas are WEIRD - no one wants to talk about em! But when your child finds themselves in trouble, what kind of parent will you consider yourself?
I only caught one episode of the show tonight, and honestly, I don't know when it's regular airtime is, but I strongly petition for this stroke (hehe) of genius to garner a "10 Spot" slot in a Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday night rotation, because it delivers such a well-aimed, pivotally relevant, and seriously important message. Guess what. Kids that watch MTV fuck. And they don't tell mom and dad about it. Hence, there are SHITLOADS of 17-year-olds that can't get birth control (or testing for STDs) without their parents knowing. And this thoughtful, brilliant idea shows these little "sluts" that your parents would so much rather be enlightened, and take the precaution, than have an unpleasant surprise a few weeks down the line.
I'm going to open up now, which is something I've never really done in this blog as far as my personal life goes, but I have a really, really kick-ass mother. She is bar none my best friend, and probably one of the most amazing ladies I've ever been aware of God creating. As part of the "I'm your friend and we're both humans" mantra she espoused while I was growing up, she and I made a pact to be clear with each other about my sex life (because I was at least realistically aware of hers). We agreed that as soon as I started having it, I would be honest, at least so she could get birth control for me? Why? Because she's my mom. She has a moral obligation to look out for me. She's not going to let me run into on-coming traffic, and she would be flippantly remiss to let me dive into Man York without being aware of the repercussions. I admit it. I'm not a virgin (and I've sweat through the crises that such indiscretion can introduce), and I'm not the pristine, pure white female for which my Catholic schooling preened me. But neither is my mom. She's a realistic woman who, with 30 years experience over me, can guide me (as a parent is SUPPOSED to do).
On the other hand, I have friends who are adults. They are not sluts, but they certainly and clearly been sexually active recently and have decidedly NOT been open with their parents (who, by the way, largely spearhead their health insurance) about it. Why? Oh, I've heard a plethora of reasons: I've only slept with 1/2/3 people, and I know they're clean... We used protection... I wouldn't want my parents to know... Blah blah bullshit. This just in - you live in a sexually liberated yet unsound world. Sex is fun and free and encouraged, but just like EVERYTHING ELSE in the world (apartments, bills, drinking, eating good food), it comes with risks and the demand for precaution. Your parents (and you) would be negligent not to have an open dialog about it. And just as an aside, if I had a 20-year-old child who hadn't mentioned a breath about sex to me I would feel one (or more) of three things: a) that I wasn't his or her friend/ that I was unapproachable, b) that I went wrong somewhere in his or her upbringing that he or she can't communicate this sort of thing, or c) that she is ultimately a pariah who cannot get laid.
And, as a good friend of mine declares, universal care starts with the 'rents.
So thank you, MTV, for shedding light on not just a sexual dilemma American families face, but a social one. Parents are obligated to groom their offspring for the adult world. And yes, penises and vaginas are WEIRD - no one wants to talk about em! But when your child finds themselves in trouble, what kind of parent will you consider yourself?
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