Thursday, March 01, 2007

Oh My God, you guys, seriously.....FUCK IT

Oh Rock Star, so much like an old boyfriend that you can't get out of your head. We've tried. We took some time apart. A long time apart. This is what worked for us last year, when the going got too tough. We took a break and came back refreshed and ready to resume our relationship. But you've gone too far. The last time we forced you out of our lives, we realized that we were happier without you. Without digging for mediocre jokes about people we don't even glean enough entertainment from to hate. Without pulling up the fashion profiles and being gripped by the paralyzing reality that we have almost nothing left to say about these people. Without being tortured by apathy and dread, oh Rock Star, we are ready to break the circle of violence. And we always thought we'd wind up with a show just like our fathers....

On a personal note, I am moving at the end of this month to sunny Las Vegas, Nevada, and quite frankly, I hope to be spending a lot less time on the internet. That, and speaking for myself only, the only ones I remember anything about are Storm and Zayra. And Patrice and Lukas, for opposite reasons. So here I lay down and say, "You win, Tommy Lee. You win."

I actually haven't discussed this with Crystal yet, hopefully she won't be too pissed by my declaration, but I would like to get in one more swipe at SuavePorn before I finally escape this midwestern hellhole. (not that I don't love the midwest, because you know I have a serious prejudice against people not from fly over country. Or Chicago. I count Chicago.)

I highly doubt my ability to finish up with this entirely before I leave, and I highly doubt my devotion to it after I arrive. So, it is my promise that we will have the second annual Crystal and Gina Fashion Awards Spectacular before I leave for Vegas on March 30. I though it would be nice to ask all ten of you to either drop us an email at rsinxsfashiontragedy@yahoo.com or to drop us a message at our myspace page and let us know what kind of awards and nominees you would like to see.

We'll be doing the usual (best/worst hair, outfit, fashion MVP, etc) but it's been a long time since these eyeballs have peeped anything having to do with Rock Star (except this hilarious "Where Are They Now?" update from Moist Rub at Leperpop) in foreveragesago, so a refresher from you guys would be great.

We'll try and make this a good once since there is a chance it may be the last update on RSFT history. (We'd totally still watch a third season, Burnett! Even if you ripped our hearts out and shit in the hole last time!)

-Gina

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Week Eight: Based on the Rules of Pure Principle

Why go on?

This is the question I have been asking myself since the first time I saw the second season of RockStar: The Three Losers and their Desperate Attempt to Kick it with the Cool Kids...or
"RS: Supernova," for short. But as lazy and sad as Gina and I are, we are just as stubborn. We will prevail. In the words of Winston Churchill, "Never, never, never give up."

Okay...we're not talking Nazi invasion, or whatever, but this is definitely our WWII. I want the four people who might still read this to realize...we are fighting for you...for those we have never seen...for the freedom to live in a world without the horrors brought by bad rockstar fashion. We are living for pure principle here. And coming from two ladies who believe in very, very little in this crazy, little world...well...we just hope you appreciate the effort.


MAGNI
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CRYSTAL: The part of the 90s that I miss the most is the skit on Saturday Night Live with David Spade and Adam Sandler playing the two snooty girls who worked at The Gap who always told the clueless bitches trying on giant pantaloons to "Just cinch it!" Hilarious. (David Spade can father my kids any day.) I like to believe that in Iceland they are just now getting those episodes of SNL broadcast for the first time on government access and Magni is having his wife tape them while he was in LA so he wouldn't miss a single episode. I say all this (I have a point, I swear!) because he has cinched, I see. Making his package look wierdly out of place below his belly. Pleats in the pants=BAD FOREIGNER. Foreign or not, cinching is all but illeagel here in the Americas. That's it, I'm calling Immigration.

GINA: I spent my Thanksgiving weekend in lovely Fort Wayne, IN...aka the most depressing place on earth (sorry, Fort Wayneites. It's not like St. Louis is that much better) There used to be these commericals there, for this place called, like, Pierre's or some shit. I don't remember exactly. BUT they were awesome because they'd show some guy, who looks just like Magni, same outfit and all, and would do that cheap video production trick where they outline your face in teal or some other obnoxiously bright hue, while the dude is making sexy faces and white guy dancing. It pretty much looks like an episode of Wayne's World. Except they are actually trying.

CRYSTAL: I think we're all dying to know, Gina, what exactly was Pierre's??

GINA: The hottest rock and roll spot in Fort Wayne, IN. I don't know, I never went there. I commericals were so visceral that I felt like I'd already been, so I never bothered.

RYAN
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CRYSTAL: You see that red leaf in the midst of the gray ones on Ryan's $60 t-shirt? That's the symbol of my dead love for him. He got my "dear john" letter after the last show and he has been trying to find meaning in this world gone bone-stinking rotten. You see his pleading face? It's so tired and pathetic. It's saying, "Crystal, Crystal, why? You're forcing me to do this, Crystal. I'm going to have to...I mean I just might...Look, you've left me no choice...I'm going to...write a song about all this!"
I might give him a second chance though. It's been a pretty slow year. The song can't be that bad, right?

GINA: Ryan once again bypassed sexy and wound up confused looking. His face reminds me of the expression ones uses when your dude friends think it's funny to fart on you. That's the exact look he has on his face. Like, "Why? What did I do to you? That's not funny, can't you tell I'm a GIRL?!"

LUKASS
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CRYSTAL: I was racking my brain to figure out what horrible childhood nightmare Lukas must have faced to fake this pint-sized bravado and pretend he wasn't ruthlessly teased and tormented as a teenager. I've read that he was watching Sid and Nancy for the umpteenth time after a particularly bad day of having his arm punched and shins kicked and decided that an uber-hip Sid Vicious was the person he would become...just as soon as highschool was over. But he got it a little wrong and ended up as a punk rock drag queen impersonator with some sort of mutant accent, and a strong desire to hang with rejects from the planet SoOldItsEmbarassing.

GINA: You know what my problem is? That everyone's clothes are so boring that I have to start talking about myself and anything else that doesn't have to do with fashion. So here I go once again. MC Cocksucker reminds me of this old guy that used to go to shows all the time back when I would go to shows all the time.(Before I realized how awesome being a homebody recluse could be) He would describe himself as punk with no irony, he still rocked the studded leather jacket, the stupid hair, the whole nine. I always felt sorry for him, because I think anyone that still identifies with punk rock and rebellion after age 35 is probably one of the most pathetic things a human can do to himself. It speaks of a stunning immaturtity and acceptance of reality.

Needless to say, Lukas is dredging up the same feelings of pity and embarassment. But I also started to feel embarassed for him soon after he won the show, anyway, (good luck with that on the long term, Luc!) so who can tell if it's that or the I'm 30 and still a punk vibe I get from him.


DILANA
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CRYSTAL: This picture is the Rockstar equivilent of Bush standing on a giant docked freighter with a large banner in the background proclaiming "Mission Accomplished!" The Black Fairy Elf Dilana feels like she's got this shit in the bag. And that bag's covered in tulle and not leaking or ANYTHING. If I hadn't had my feelings surgically removed with a bothersome mole 'bout 5 years back I might feel bad since I know how this whole socially retarded experiment ends. (With Dillsy crying in a corner, writing super awesome poetry about being a loser and drinking Jose Quervo straight from the greasy-handed, lipstick stained bottle.) Alas, I'm still kinda giggling about it.

GINA: My God, what did they do to her face? She looks like a female Noseferatu. I'm beginning to think that the makeup artists idea of wrinkle hiding foundations consists of multiple layers of thick, goopy, oil paints applied until the person is nothing but slick, tan, skin, and tiny, tiny, eyes.


STORM
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CRYSTAL: Did Storm think this was an audition for the Bangles Family Reunion? Ahhhh, lady. How long has it been since walking like an Egyption was cool? Was it...ever...cool? I'm way too young to know one way or the other but I can state with a tremendous amount of certainty that Storm looks not so cool. And amazingly, this time, it's not because of the garb she's doning (although, wtf?, suspenders? body chains?). But Storm is far too awful of a dresser to get all hung up on the fact she is always stealing clothes from her older, slightly fem, brother. Nope, this time, its all in that pose. Even the look on her face is saying, "Oh Jesus H. Christ, even I can't believe I'm doing this."

GINA: Alright, goddammit, I'm starting to get pissed. They do have a stylist this year, and I never mentioned him because I thought he was doing a slightly better job than EM and he wasn't on the show, and all in my grill like EM. But this is it. You suck, (hold on have to go look up his name) Miles Siggins, you FUCKING SUCK. At least with EM there was an entertainment factor, something to look at, every once in awhile there was something other than FUCKING BLACK and it's sister colors. Look at Storm. She always looks like she buys her shit exclusively at garage sales and that she never tries anything on, and that she has no idea about what would look good on her. You're telling me that you can't convince her to wear something different? Don't you notice the weeks after unending weeks of black? Are you color blind or retarded? Seriously, I just want to know.

PATRICE
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CRYSTAL: As the old Shakespearean adage goes, some are born with thunder theighs, some achieve thunder theighs, and some have thunder theighs thrust upon them. Such is the price you pay with skinny jeans...you have thunder theighs thrust upon you...and us...for that matter. Patrice, as much as I hatechu, let me give you an easy rule of thumb: If anyone ever hands you a pair of skinny jeans and you are not 98 pounds or less, Just Say No Thanks. Easy enough? Good. I've just exhausted myself from being so nice to you.

GINA: For this being Patrice, queen of the nonsensical outfit, she looks pretty good. I don't think her thighs really look that big. She isn't porportioned well enough to pull off the skinny jeans (You aren't Zayra, bitch) but I've seen worse. And also, you can't really just weigh 98 pounds, you also have to be like 5'9. But you know, people are going to insist on embarassing themselves, anyway.

TOBY
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CRYSTAL: Toby! Tobester! Tobias! Yeah. I got nothin'.

GINA: Toby is looking very white rapper in this photo. Which, are there any white, Austrailian rappers? I know that I personally adore Hipspanic hip hop (especially when they sample that toodling Mexican restaurant music) but I think Aussie would be even better. Alright, Toby, I think I found your niche. You're gonna be a star, kid, you're gonna be a star!

Saturday, October 21, 2006

The St. Louis Cardinals: A Fashion Tragedy

Hey guys, here we are with a special update of Fashion Tragedy. Crystal was all ready to get started on week eight, but I convinced her that we should do this instead. So, sorry if any of the twenty of you are disappointed. We'll be bringing week eight about a month or so from now, or you know, when we get around to it. We are hoping the next season won't suck so bad and make us want to die, therefore making these upadates more frequent.

Crystal and I have mentioned many times that we hail from the "biggest small town" in the US, humble St. Louis, MO. (or suburbs within it's proximity, but you get the idea) I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we've devoted quite a bit of time to acting like we are not from here, but neither of us can escape one geographical truism.

If you are from St. Louis, you love the Cardinals.

I'm not going to pretend like I know anything about baseball, or stats, or whether or not Tony La Russa is overrated or any of that bullshit. Cardinal games are my summer time back up station to be viewed during commercials. Or to be played muted in the background and be paid half attention to. I could give a shit about baseball, if it's not Cardinals, I'm not watching it. Just to make my crippling lack of knowledge clear.

We bring you a special Cardinals World Series edition of Fashion Tragedy. We have experience in making things up about baseball players, and will someday chronicle the adventures of Mrs. Todd Van Popple: Baseball Wife. (and Todd Van Popple isn't a Cardinal, but a Red, at least when we saw them play at Busch last year...also worst, funniest, name EVER)

We kid because we love. The fact that I can go to a game, pay $30 for a shitty seat, pay $12 for a 32 oz 3.5% near-beer, pay $10 to park half a mile from the stadium, and eat $7 nachos and not feel like I've been dry fucked up the ass four times bespeaks at least some small amount of genuine affection. So anyway, on with the show.

JEFF WEAVER
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GINA: The best part about Jeff Weaver, aside from him suddenly transforming himself into a good pitcher, is that you can tell from one look that his favorite band is Metallica, that he owns more than on Sepultura album and has strong opinions about Iron Maiden. On this blog I have made several references to "that metal kid you were friends with in high school." In case you never had such a friend, I implore you to just imagine Jeff Weaver instead. Pitchers have tendency to look white trash, (see Randy Johnson) but Weaver looks like he runs a meth lab out of his basement, God love him.



YADIER MOLINA
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GINA: Yadi looks like he just stepped off the set of The Little Rascals: A New Generation. A lot is said about David Eckstein looking like he's ten (thank you Joe Buck, for making me think you were drunk during game one when you pointed that out to the nation) but if that's true, then Molina looks about eight. Even his hat is slightly too big for him. Throw in that little grin, and you have the pluckiest pre pubescent to ever play major league ball.

SCOTT SPEZIO
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GINA: Scott Spezio has done his best to try and make me hate him this post season. You know how earlier on I said I spent a lot of time pretending I'm not from St. Louis? This is a perfect example of why. I am very against dyeing your facial hair in general, and I cannot condone my city's adoption of it. I spend most of the game hiding my head in shame at the notion that people sport these facial atrocities without any thought to their pride or self respect. Why can't we adopt something cool, like Ronnie Belliard's new afro puff?(note: the puff is now a thing of the past, he's put the cornrows back in. I still love his entire attitude, though) That's something I could get behind.

SO TAGUCHI
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GINA: I will admit to you right now that So Taguchi is probably my favorite Cardinal (Pujols aside, as a given) and yes it is because he's Asian. I can't explain it, but sometimes I get these stirrings of ethnic pride, even though he's Japanese and not Korean. And after game two of the NLCS I hope people will finally recognize him as I've always known him. So Taguchi: The Littlest Hero.


JEFF SUPPAN
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GINA: And finally we bookend with another pitcher, Jeff Suppan. Suppan is awesome because he looks like he should be the manager the Olive Garden in Maryland Heights. Seriously, can't you see him in a tie, aplogizing for the crappy fettuncine and comping your meal? If a player ever looked like he is from the city he plays in, it is him. He is the Magni of the Cardinals. Nice, talented, and boring as shit.

Alright guys, Crystal got tired, so it's just me. A sort of lame post, I know, but eh, what are you gonna do? Better than nothing, right?

Let me just end with a very sincere, GO CARDS!

gina

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Week Seven-It's My Birthday and I Hate Myself

Hey guys. Here we are, a couple of weeks later, and I can no further put off another installment. Today is my birthday (well, the day I started this is, this could be posted anywhere from one week to one year from today) and I as looked back on all 25 bitter and hateful years, I felt like I needed some punishment. So here I am...doing this...again....

xoxoxo

gina


STORM


GINA: It's a man's suit. Straight up. I can't decided who it is that let her borrow it, but I have ruled out Dave, Lukas, and Jason, as her legs alone are taller than they are. Maybe it's an ex-boyfriend's, her dead grandpa's, whatever. Making sure your bra is peeking out the top does nothing to feminize the cut or to remedy that unsightly bunching at the ankles. The last thing the world needs is really tall women in pants that are too long. I know it probably makes you tall broads feel a bit more delicate, but it makes me laugh, and I don't want to laugh at you, Storm. I really don't. Or at any of you other lucky-fuck tall bitches.

CRYSTAL: Guh. To quote Janeane Garafalo in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion, Storm, "is being an idiot [about fashion] like being high...all the time?" Please tell me you hit the pipe while listening to the b-sides of The Talking Heads albums as you picked out this...this...worst outfit ever? Just ever. How do you go wrong time and time again? And its not like you are not trying. I would have a little more respect for the "who gives a fuck" attitude...but she obviously thinks about these trainwrecks. It's high time she start suppressing her natural urge for tragedy and stop making my brain bleed.

GINA: Storm, seriously, myspace friend us or something. WE CAN HELP YOU.

MAGNI
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GINA: The man sure does love his Jesus poses, doesn't he? He looks like he is announcing to the house: "Come, my children. I, Magni son of Rock, have turned wine into cocaine, so that we may partake in the true teachings of Rock and Roll. Freebase, friends. Snort until your heart's content. Rock will provide." And then he really regrets the whole idea when Toby starts telling stories about how he was selling like, at least, ten pounds of the stuff a few years ago. But he never got busted because he was always one step ahead of the cops or some other such bullshit. And everyone's like, "Yeah, Toby, you used to be a drug dealer. That's really cool." and he doesn't realize they're being sarcastic.

Hmmm...I probably should have saved that for the Toby critique. Shit.

CRYSTAL: CALLING ALL DON JOHNSON VIA MIAMI VICE HALLOWEEN COSTUMERS, OH YEAH, I MEAN YOU MAGNI--- I'm gonna say to you the same I say to my inmates who have begun to get on my last nerve...go find somewhere to sit down and be quiet before you get locked down.

GINA: Even in this highly mockable suit, he still finds a way to bore the living shit out of me. And I sort of liked him.


RYAN
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GINA: Oh Ryan, as the weeks go by you become more and more twee, which as our first season readers will know, makes me feel all "this is where the stranger touched me" and grossed out. He looks like he writes cheesy vampire novels and this is what he would wear to his book signing, where he'd look all self important and fakely "sensitive", much as he does in this photo. He totally buys his own bullshit, and it's sort of sad.

CRYSTAL: Oh dammit. The shame is finally surfacing. He looks like an ad for a Hot Topic goth coat. Even I, in my infinite caustic genius, cannot come up with anything to pretend Ryan is beyond a New Age Edward Rochester from Jane Eyre. I am actually weeping now. My sadness built on months and months of surpressing this guilt of liking Ryan and now its all bubbling like a totally humiliting volcano. This is about the time I find myself eating Hostess cupcakes on the floor of my closet until morning. I'll talk to you guys laters.

GINA: Hallelujah, praise the Lord! Think of this photo like using hydrogen peroxide to clean up a scraped knee. You apply it intially, and nothing really happens, then all the sudden shit starts bubbling and burning, but it's over with quickly enough and you are left sanitary and clean. This was just Ryan's way of releasing you from the guilt and shame. I'm glad you finally see the tool beneath the pretty exterior, Crystal. Sincerely.

CRYSTAL: Look. Don't get too excited. We'll have to see what he's wearing next week. I could still totally change my tune. I've gone back and forth with Matt Damon for years.

Toby
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GINA: Now this is how I like Toby. One look at him and I am magically transported to an unnamed music festival, and Toby is the guy who asks if you know where he can get a bag. And then tries to sell you Ectasy. These rolls aren't dopey at all! Pure MDMA! When I meet people like this in real life, I generally wish they would just go far, far, away from me, but drug dealers in my head are always sort of, like, loveable doofuses.

CRYSTAL: You know what would make this outfit better? Death. Sweet, sweet, death. Why is it that Toby's clothes ALWAYS looked like he picked them off the floor, gave them a second smell, and put on the cleanest of the dirtiest? Toby. Go ahead and throw that couture in the washing machine with a little Tide. American made couture can totally take it.

GINA: Toby is totally a "Throw it in the machine with a dryer sheet for 15 minutes" kind of guy. My best friend growing up had an older brother that also subsribed to that method of "washing". We used to sit in the kitchen while he smelled all of his dirty, disgusting, shirts (he was a GIANT stoner hippie and addtionally SUPER hot which I always feel the need to clairify for some reason. The only reason I never had a crush on him was the hippie factor. It was enough to far outweigh the hot. He was really, really, cute, though. Which I guess somewhat explains why he got away with this.) and picked out the one that smelled the least, threw it in the dryer with a sheet and viola! One "clean" shirt!



MC COCKSUCKER
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GINA: So Lukas looks like he's just about to take a load on the face from Tommy Lee. That's why he got the job, actually. After so many years of debauchery and orgies on the road, Tommy has developed an unnatural fetish. Seeing midgets covered in his own...you know. It's okay, you can tell from how Lukas has his head thrown jauntily back that this is probably no big punishment for him. He's all, Well, this is still better that being not marginally famous, right? I mean that midget that followed Kid Rock around got to be a professional wrestler. I can parlay this shit, easy.

CRYSTAL: Sooooo...another crucifix, Lukas? No, yeah, I mean, it does have a same effect from the other 25 you've worn on this show. And yep, you are so right, it still has that badboy vibe about the whole thing...that whole tempestuous, rebelling yelling, patron saint of all assholes vibe. And that painter's tape cross on your arm? So very...very...ALRIGHT, I CAN'T FAKE IT ANYMORE...Lukas even your clothes and style have bored me to oblivion. I feel like I'm being forced to re-read Waiting for Godot. You are in no way talented or cool, you poser. And I can say that confidently, being both, of course.

GINA: Crystal that is two literary references in one post. You are a formidable intellectual. Yeah, and I am in total agreement with you about Waiting for Godot, or Waiting for This Shit to End, as I call it.

CRYSTAL: I am such a loser.


PATRICE
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GINA: If you have ever wondered how I can hate Patrice so much, allow me to point it out to you. It may have something to do with heeled combat boots, bike shorts, and vagina paneling. It may also pertain to a button up winter-looking jacket with aforementioned bike shorts. It could be that from the boobs up she doesn't look like a pukey mess, making the lower half even more enraging. How appropriate that she scavenged Jill's closet. Two sides of the same bitchy coin, those two. Aaaaaaaaand? I still hate her.

CRYSTAL: If there ever was a whore off on a reality television competition I would hope it would be between Patrice and Jill. Because, in all seriousness, whoever lost, WE'D still come out winners. You know, since they were both kicked off the show I think I could put this whole thing together. I could get some sort of catwalk, a blow up pool, some homemade cactus jelly ('cause it smells weird), a few bike shorts and cone bras...we could have ourselves the best whore off there ever was! Anyone intested in an invite, just email us!

GINA: Did you ever see the South Park episode where Mr. Slave gets into a Whore Off with Paris Hilton? You should, it's pretty awesome. Network Execs, if you're reading, Crystal's onto a great idea. The best of reality show whores duke it out, eventually crowning the Biggest Whore in the World. I've got Trishelle from the Real World on line two, and she is ready whenever you are.

CRYSTAL: How sad is it that I know Trishelle's name as well as my own?

DILANA
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GINA: Since I am, at any given time, about 2 years behind the rest of the world, I have just discovered the absolute pleasure that is the HBO original series Deadwood. I love any show that uses the words cocksucker and fuck as liberally as I do in my own life. Anyway, from the moment I laid eyes on the whores in Al Swearengen's brothel, I was acutely reminded of Dilana, who looks just as rough and is often dressed for the period. Well, except that the whores on Deadwood have slightly better taste. So now, when I see good ol' Dil, I pretty much just wish that Al Swearengen would show up, drop a nugget or two of his hilarious, hilarious wisdom (i.e. "Declare or shut the fuck up", "Lying causes cat-piss smell" and "That man is fucking cuntstruck") and have Dan Dority take his knife to her. Oh, Al Swearengen, how I wish you were real. And that we were friends.

CRYSTAL: Gina, I'm surprised that we've never shared our Swearengen love talk...he is the ONLY reason I watch that show. The best motherfucking curser that ever cursed a motherfucking word. And how great is it that his last name actually has "swear" in it? Okay...back to Dil...

GINA: No, fuck Dilana, I would much rather talk about Al Swearengen. He doesn't wear mail order costume whore ensembles and display a palpable pathological neediness. Anyway, how can you not love Johnny? ("I've been waiting for this moment, Al, ever since you give me that Indian head to take care of.") Or Dan???!! Pretty much everyone that works at the Gem is what makes the show so good. Seriously, I really fucking love Deadwood. I'm an only child, my father had to make due with what he had, so consequently, I have a childhood ripe with Westerns and professional wrestling. If you have any affection for Westerns at all, check it out. It goes against genre in a really awesome, hilarious, way.

CRYSTAL: You're right. I like the show for all those colorful people at the beautifully earthy "Gem." And thank you, very much, for saving me from having to critique Dilana. She's sooo not as interesting as true whores and pimps.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Week Six--Blame it on the Rain

I know we are several weeks behind in our blog but I can't help but to skip ahead to the current events that took place on last Wednesday night:

As the Rolling Stones once sadly sang, "Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged. There's a pain where there once was a heart..." I too feel the pain where there once was a little scrap of heart left. The producers have decided they do not want Gina and myself to watch any more episodes of Rockstar and created the dasterdly plan of kicking off the last person to redeem that pile of rotting animal carcass. Storm has been deleted and she was the last scion to revive this aging hard rock band. Supernoo!va can continue without her, to be sure, but the best they can hope for now is half a one hit wonder and their one lame, sold out show on New Year's Eve.

Enjoy it, Super'tards. But know this, I won't be spending my money on you.





Storm


Crystal: Is there a heavy Storm brewing? That's some strong wind in that Storm. That Large Storm is really blowing her back...Oh, why do I love bad puns so much? I'll probably never know. Storm is doing her best mime of being blown away in a Tornado of Bad Fashion this week in her boyfriend's old white, carpenter jeans and her trashy cuz's wifebeater. I think Storm likes bad, cheap fashion taste as much as I like to make an ass of myself telling bad jokes. Storm, you and your naturally humorous name deserve better. It's just a shame that our blog isn't read by the likes of reality show contestants...or many other people.

GINA: Awww, Storm....Storm, you have no idea what you are doing. I love you, you are the only person that I thought was super-talented and awesome. (y'know versus Zayra, who was mostly just awesome with occasional two-second glimpes of talent) But darling, you look like you're calling over the Beer Man while watching the drag races at the Gateway International Raceway. That's not a compliment.


Patrice


Crystal: Is it the photographer telling everyone to make a stupid face and pose with some old, lame ass gesture or are the rockers just coming into themselves? I vote the latter. The peace making machine that is Patrice has decided that prepubescent ponytails are the way to go this week so she can finally obtain the vote from the constinuency of the last of the desperate hussy's...pedophiles. Unfortunatly for Gina and myself, and anyone else as sick of this old lady as we are, it's probably those votes that kept her in the competition for so long. This outfit is not so bad, I guess, for her, but the scarf is stupid. When I am Queen I am going to make the law that scarfs are only to be worn when it's cold outside or if someone cute wants to wear one (See: Karl Pilkington. He's the one in the background with the "perfectly round head.")

GINA: I like how it looks like they poured wax all over her face to mask the wrinkles. You aren't fooling anyone, you over the hill, desperate, clinging to your youth, whining, phony, worthless, lying, laughable hag. Yup, looks like I still fucking hate her. It's nice to have a constant in your life.


Toby


Crystal: Suspender's again? Is this his "peacock" or "peacocking" or whatever the fuck that cock Dave Nevarro called it last season? Do we have to keep putting up with all that...because I don't believe for one minute that Toby has ever worn suspenders the correct way and therefore makes me believe that he's lying about other things...like having any talent.
And! You know what I just realized suspenders not worn correctly remind me of? Skinheads. All that's missing in this pic is a shaved head and one big sieg heil.

GINA: And to add to your skinhead vibe, I might add that his suspenders are red. If he starts sporting combat boots with red laces in them, we might be in store for the reailty television version of Romper Stomper. That means that the SuperAssholes would talk less, right? I'm okay with Neo Nazis and kicking ethnic ass if it means I get to spend one less second listening to the soul sucking void that is Tommy Lee's voice. I liked Toby a lot better when he looked like a drug dealer.

CRYSTAL: Here. Here. Drug dealer is a lot better than racist. I should know. I work with criminals daily.



Jill






























Crystal: Girl you know it's true. Oh Oh Oh I loathe you! Oh, and Jill, you look like Milli Vanilli. And you even dance like Milli Vanilli! How did you remember that routine from so long ago? All that's missing was Fab. Or Rob. Alright, it doesn't matter. Jill, you look like a recycled, bike shorts wearing, zero talented dimwit. It was my pleasure that this was your last worthless performance. You certainly went out with a great big smile on my face. You can blame it on the rain if you want, but after this show I hope you realize the truth. It's you.

GINA: I've spent the last fifteen minutes or so trying to get ahold of Jill's logic for wearing BIKE SHORTS on television. The best I can do is that she's noticed the god foresaken trend of reviving the early 90's in fashion as of late. (Guys, let's all remember that 80% of the fun of 90210 re-runs is making fun of the clothes) It's like she made this jump from leggins being acceptable (which, NO....it's not....they will never learn if people keep on wearing them) to bike shorts, because that'd be real cutting edge and shit. Instead she looks like Whorish Kimmy Gibbler, like if she dyed her hair blonde and got big, fake, tits, and was tired of living in DJ Tanner's shadow, and she moved to LA and one day someone took a picture of a nasty, homeless looking stranger sucking on her tit at a Wendy's. Oh wait, that last part was Courtney Love, but we all know Jill wants to be her, so it fits.



Dilana


Crystal: One of the funniest quotes I heard was on the Internet Reality Show after Dilana ran around the pool naked. Being at my utmost laziest I am not going back to see who said it and what was spoken verbatim. I think it was Toby who said she looked like a "twelve year old boy with a wig." He was talking about Dilana's figure and truer words were never spoken. She has some sort of abhorant gift of dressing herself in the least womanly way and instead transpires into a midget with a dirty complection and a voice coated in tar. Not only the figure but Dilana is unattractive in the way that a horse is when rode hard and put away wet. Lady better start moisturizing or something...can you imagine what she's gonna look like at 60? Eww.

GINA: You'll have to forgive me, I'm having a bit of a sympathetic moment for Dilana. You had this thing wrapped up, and I don't know what came over you, be it some subconcious need to sabatoge yourself, or a prematurely inflated ego, but you were your worst competition and you choked. I do feel like you were robbed, but mostly I just wanted anyone but Lukas to win. You've not only disappointed your real fans, but you've disappointed me. I think we both know which one is more important.

CRYSTAL: Since I began to hate Dilana for her desperation and fake ploy to gain sympathy votes with the whole "ouch, I pulled something in my leg that is literally only 9 inches long. Now what can I do with this strand of fake flowers and this crutch to show I'm still a contender?" I couldn't have cared less that she lost out. Dil, once you've gone against me, it takes a miracle of John Travolta's second coming to get back in my good graces.

Magni



Crystal: I know. I know people like this man. I realize he's a likable guy and people like his singing and sensitivity and blah. I'm just uber bored with him. I do not enjoy his style of music/singing/clothing/soul patch/iclandicness and frankly I hope that he IS chosen as the new lead singer because, really, I could use another excuse to never pay this "band" any attention again once this blog is over and done. Good Lord, when will it be over and done?

GINA: At this rate, roughly when Rock Star 3 airs. I do wonder if people even read this anymore, because I know that I can't be bothered with anything about this show outside of suffering through the broadcast. (besides Leperpop, of course) The worst part is that by procrastinating, we have only forced ourselves to linger in this Rock Star black hole even longer than the rest of the general population. So, yeah, gonna agree with Crystal that Magni is boring, because I literally couldn't think of anything to say about him other than that he looks like he would be...like...my cousin's husband, not that he looks like any of my cousins' husbands, but he just has this general familiar blandness about him. To quote Toby, EVS.

CRYSTAL: Holy shit. I just did a calculation of how long this is going to take to finish this blog at the rate we're going to how many more weeks we have to go...and...I'm gonna go buy a shotgun. Gina, I'll take you out first for the humanity. That's the kind of friend I am.

GINA: I am so glad that we became friends despite the fact that when we met my dorky friends and your dorky friends hated each other. I don't know what I'd do without you.

Josh


Crystal: Leave it to Josh to finally start acting cool on this show once he gets the boot. I found him utterly endearing when he turned to the band after he was ousted and asked "Does this mean I can't go to Vegas?" Aww. Josh, man, you're one of those guys where in real life I wouldn't like anything about you but couldn't help myself to get excited when you stopped by my table at the bar to say "hi."

By the way, I really like his pose here. I'll give you an insider's hint. The thought bubble would read, "Fuck it, FashionTragedy. I'm going home ANYWAY."

GINA: Jesus, Josh, was that so fucking hard? Was that worth five weeks of mockery? Or was this all part of your clever plan so that we wouldn't make fun of your half tucked shirt and craft fair necklaces? If I saw this guy in a bar, I would hate him instantly, but as it stands, it's Josh, and he looks pretty decent and like he's living in 2006 and he's gone after this week, anyway.



Zayra


Crystal: If there was any ever doubt that Zayra is carrying around a pair of solid brass balls under that sunfire gold bodysuit, you have to be delusional. In fact, what Zayra lacks in talent, she makes up with those balls tenfold. As if I couldn't have any more awe for this woman she emerges on the stage this week to sing one of my all time favorite songs in nothing more than gold body paint and owns the motherloving stage. Mott the Hoople, people, the girl sang Mott the Hoople. Even with our disagreements...you have to give me that.

GINA: I hated this outfit on the show, she made me regret all the nice things I said about her. If your name isn't Slash, don't wear a top hat. End of story. Now for the big, fat, HOWEVER. If there was one way that this ensemble was going to work, it is with that pose she is doing right now for the picture. I like how many of our rockers went for cutesy, "cool", tough poses this week and Zayra is the only one to pull it off. Kudos to you, you ballsy, utterly cool, broad.



Lukas


Crystal: Lukas' jackets are getting more perverse and the material is looking a little too much like a Kayne creation from Project Runway. For those of you unfamiliar with the third season contestants of Project Runway (for shame!) that's an insult. Kayne, a beauty pagent gown designer, has a weakness for all that is tacky. And what's with Mrs. Ritchie's Lucky Star glove? Lukas, dude, you're not that cool. You can not get away with just anything. You're still from Canada afterall (shout out to all our Canadian readers!) and you have that indistinguishable accent. Which is really just annoying. To Americans.

GINA: Awww, don't dis on Kayne! He's better that fucking Jeffery, who reminds me of my favorite contestant, MC Cocksucker. Who looks really good this week. I like his jacket and even his stupid Madonna glove. I guess we're not going to pretend like we don't know he won. CAN YOU BELIEVE HE WON? This summer has been the betrayal of all I knew and loved about Rock Star. On the upside, I never have to hear his crappy orginal song ever again for as long as I live. I watch Rock Star while on the treadmill, watching the little TV attached to it at the gym. For the past two weeks, I've unplugged my headphones during MC Cocksucker's performances and instead listened to the music the gym pipes in. I found that I would rather listen to these songs rather than Lukas:

1. The "You Gotta Be" song that was featured heavily in Magnolia
2. Breathe by Faith Hill
3. Desperado by the FUCKING EAGLES (which if you knew me at all, is like, almost unthinkable, if it were Hotel California, I probably would have put the headphones back in)
4. Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith
5. That really awful "Come my lady, come, come, my lady" ditty by that band with the rapper dude that had really shitty tattoos and bad spiked hair.

If that's not hate, then I don't know what is. Now I know how all those JD haters felt last year. It's icky.

Ryan


Crystal: Ahem. Okay, Gina, here's The Hoodie. Here's the prob with this whole brainstorm Ryan came up with this week. Firstly, Brooke introduced him by saying, "Ryan is somewhere in this room..." Then we magically found him onstage (as there might have been some doubt as to whether he could pull off the performance while in the john) and he sang "Paint it Black" and decided to make a friggin' goth girl fantasy out of it. "Paint it Black" is a very descriptive song with very potent imagery. Ryan, it doesn't need to be acted out. I was so embarassed during his performance (complete with painted black eyes) that I almost found him unattractive. Thankfully, the song is not that long...I can forget a lot when things only last three minutes. Like, I pretty much already forgot what I was talking about here...ahh Ryan, try to stop disappointing me.

GINA: AHAHAHAHAHA....if you'll excuse me for a minute, but, what a fucking FRUIT. Who the hell told him that this was a good idea? Crystal, I admire your tenacity, because I would never admit to being attracted to him ever again after this. I remember this performance clearly, as I started to laugh right away, and then he pulled his hoodie down and revealed his blackface, I had tears rolling down my own yellowface. Then, somewhere in between the reveal and the end, I started to feel really embarassed for him and couldn't even look at the television anymore. I don't like it when people make me feel guilty over their own oblivious retardation. Reminding me that I'm small and cruel only makes me more vicious.

CRYSTAL: Can we start calling me Tenacious C?? I think a nickname is long overdue. Look. Ryan has his good points. For instance, he is unbelievable hot. My personality pool is shallow enough that many times, it's all I need in a man.

GINA: Consider it done.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Week Five-Jesus, God in Heaven, How is This Shit Not Cancelled Yet?

Hey guys, Gina here, trying to muster up enough energy to care about writing one word about these rockers for another week. Actually, I place the blame erroneously, this isn’t the rockers’ fault. The blame lies entirely with the respectively be-wigged, gaunt, and in love with the sound of his own voice douchebaggery of SuperNOOOOOva. Just to be clear.

As you all know, Crystal and I feel that RSFT is the center of the Rock Star Universe. So imagine my non-surprise when I clicked on the week five photo sets. They are trying to distract us from the clothes with really crappy lighting. It won’t work, you silly, simple, fools. I printed that shit out and there it was in all its wrinkled glory (seriously, dudes, rock stars bust out the iron every once in a while, too) highly detailed and still wet with stolen toner from my place of employment.

You have to forgive us, guys, for being slow and not as funny. This shits is hard. I am not as talented as some, like those boys over at Leperpop, Sid F’er and Moist Rub who manage to crank it out with no issues and have it be just as good as their previous stuff. Those fuckers. We kid, we kid. If RSFT were getting married, we’d want Leperpop to be our Maid of Honor.

So, in closing, Who knew that whatever small personal charm the boys of INXS possessed was what made the show good? That’s so fucked up.



WEEK FIVE



DANA

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GINA: Dana gets my vote for Most Improved Rocker. Rarely is it on this show, that someone winds up looking a lot cooler coming out that they did going in. In fact, this may be a singular phenomena. I’m not a fan of the horns, as I’ve discussed here before, but Dana’s all naïve and shit, so I can forgive her because she truly probably didn’t know any better. She was just like “Rocker?” and that was the first thing she thought of. Dana grew on me over the weeks, with her wide eyed buffoonery. Am I the only one that thinks it was a sin that she went home before the Evil Overlord of toothy, middle aged women, Patrice?

CRYSTAL: It's been so long since I've written anything for this post I had completely forgotten about Dana. I'm trying right now to rack my brain and remember that she had improved because this picture is reminiscent of some kind of secondary actress in the cast of My Name is Earl. I'm not trying to be the world's BIGGEST bitch, but Dana really represents the idea that all American's are genetic mutts...and some of us get the shit end of that stick. She looks like she is straight out of Kid Rock's family line where you can't escape your mother's womb without a penchant for throwing horns and going barefoot. Let's just wrap this up by saying its not the most flattering picture of Dana...that's what I was getting at.




DILANA
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GINA: Knowing her like I do, I am surprised that the transparent cut outs in her pants were not placed on her inner thigh, rather than the outer. I don’t think for one second that Dilana would have any sort of problem with exposing her womanly parts to an international audience. You know, honestly, I think these may have worked if they didn’t make her look so short and stumpy. I think we all learned from Zayra that you can work almost anything if you have enough confidence, which I think Dil has. But they fit weird and make her look like she doesn’t have knees and are giving the impression that she is a much meatier girl that she actually is.

CRYSTAL: I don't have anything against a man-hating lesbian fronting a band full of misgonistic, sexist, whore purchasing, dirty, hairy, over the hill men but does Dilana have to wear clothes that were once pieces of SuperOsteoporosis' motorcycle saddle bags? If I were in a bar and this scarehard was walking towards me I would quickly tell my nearest friend that she was going to be my girlfriend for the night so I wouldn't get hit on by the big 'ol lesbo who thinks she's doing ads for Harley Davidson.



JILL
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GINA: Jill looks evermore like a stripper this week. Whereas before she seemed like the kind that thought she was too good for all of it, this week she looks like she’ll give you a handjob in the Fantasy Room for 15 extra bucks. I think what bothers me most about Jill is that she is basically worthless beyond her huge, fake, tits and bleached blonde hair. If it were not for those two things, she would not be here. And yet, she thinks she is the awesomest bitch to ever awesome. It’s enough to make you want to strangle her. ALL YOU ARE IS HAIR AND TITS, JILL. LEARN TO DEAL WITH IT.

CRYSTAL: You know the best part about my Favorite Rawker of all time is that not only are those fake tits but all that hair isn't her's either. For our Next Enstallment: So lets remember far, far back to her performance this night. She tortured the Simple Minds song "Don't You Forget About Me." A classic from the soundtrack of an Institution movie. What exactly made it so bad, you may ask? Well, first off, Jill was singing. Not only was she singing, but she decided to scream out most of the song in what she thought was real RAWK star style. She also pranced around the stage like she was Madonna fucking Ciccone on hip-hop steroids. She made a huge giant 'hole of herself and ruined parts of every redblooded 80s junkie's childhood memories. In one fell swoop Jill has caused so much pain and suffering...why should one tiny woman have that much power? Who the hell does she think she is?



TOBY
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GINA: I remember in high school, when some of my friends were going through a self described “punk phase” they would wear suspenders in the same manner that Toby does here. Then the other group of upper middle class, suburban, white, “punks” got mad at my friends for aping their style. It soon devolved into some sort of privileged, pubescent, “punk rock” war. Over some ugly, dumb looking suspenders. Why I didn’t kill myself then, I don’t know. I guess because I justified it by saying, “Well, I’m not wearing any stupid fucking suspenders, so this doesn’t affect me”. So yeah, suspenders always bring back painful adolescent memories of uttering phrases like, “He thinks he’s so punk.” And “Guttermouth is the best band ever!”

Oh my, that’s embarrassing.


CRYSTAL: Hold the phone. We had wars of this caliber in highschool? Where WAS I for four years? Was there a desperate search for WMDs and did we have UN backing? Did we have a French backlash and have to start buying freedom fries and americana burgers in the cafeteria? Tell me! I need to know! I missed so much watching televsion.

Gina, can I just say, that as pure solid gold dork as my friends were in highschool, I'm very thankful for all of them right now.
Toby, you look fine. I don't like the suspenders, but, we already know you're "so punk."



PATRICE
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GINA: Oh man, with her all bent over like that, showing off her “I fucked Coolio and stole his haircut” Mohawk, I wish for nothing more than to be there right at the moment they snapped this pic, purely so that I could kick her in the face as hard as I could. I’m pretty short, which is why she’d have to be bent over. I can’t think of anything in this world that would be more satisfying for me. No wait, take that back. I wish that Patrice would win the show and I could somehow lure them to my house, where I would lock them in a room and observe them as I slowly starved them to death. I picked starvation so that it would be assured that Tommy died first. Who said I wasn’t smart?

God, I hate this bitch. Hate her so much.

PATRICE: Fuck you, Patrice.
You and your WWF pose can suck it.
STOP FRONTING! YOU'RE NOT A HARD ASS!
I can't look at this photo and critique folks, I just, I wish she would find herself in the St. Louis County Jail stat. Those bitches would put her in her place.



MAGNI
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GINA: Either he is wearing a shirt made of leather (which, it is this show, so that might not be wrong) or Magni needs to acquaint himself with an iron, because this shirt as is just makes him look like he has all kinds of extra folds of skin, like a Pug, or Jabba the Hutt, or of course, alternately, like Star Jones Reynolds. That aside, he looks like a meek boy here, all too long sleeves and giant jug ears. Where’s the swagger, Magni? Or maybe a little confidence?

CRYSTAL: I know Magni isn't gay so why is he wearing Teflon? He doesn't need the wipeable clothing, does he? ...of course, he is around so many middle aged women wearing enough makeup to make them think they look about 17 badass years old...hmmm...he could possibly wear this handy material clothing in case he happens to rub up against the likes of Jill or Patrice or Dilana, or, you know, Lukas.


RYAN
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GINA: So…yeah…Ryan looks intense and is wearing all black. Yawn. You know what Crystal, I take it back again, you can have him. I’m with Mel. Ryan is nothing but an evil, war mongering, son of Zion. I mean, his hoodie says it all. Nothing says “I love starting wars” like the Mohawk hoodie, which is, unfortunately, not shown here. I like how Ryan maybe knew that the hoodie was dumb, because he doesn’t feature it in the pic, but that totally didn’t stop him from wearing it in front of millions of people on television. Yeah, nice decision, genius.

CRYSTAL: Gina, are you sure this was the episode where he wore the Mohawk hoodie? This was the week you first fell in love with him as he tapped on the keyboards to your heart. Wouldn't it be wonderful is Ryan was a deaf/mute? He could just sign how much love he has for me and he could play piano by himself in a dark room where I can pretend I hear it but really I've got Flava of Love up pretty loud on the TV. Then I wouldn't have to hear how generic he sings or how much he hates Patrice and I could bitch about her myself to a truely captive audience. Oh my god, now I know what I need in a boyfriend! I love breakthroughs. STL School for the Hearing Impaired here I come.


ZAYRA
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GINA: So this is where she begins to get a little bit too ambitious for her own good, but…and hate me if you must, bitch is barely doing it, but she is making it work. She looks like the most popular girl in a superhero’s whorehouse, but I can’t hate on her confident stance and knowing smirk. I mean, she even wore gloves. How can you not respect that a little? I know I can’t.

CRYSTAL: Was Zayra in Sin City and I totally missed her? Seriously all, she needs her own Cabaret show, like, immediately. She could kick so much ass dancing and singing with over the top, over exposed, gay men and their tranny boyfriends. Rockstar: SuperGerentologyWard is just all wrong for her...she has way too much style for a rockband.


LUKAS
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GINA: So you remember on the Fresh Prince of Bel Aire and Will would turn his prep school jacket inside out because he was a loveable non-conformist from the ‘hood? I don’t know if any of you knew this, but Lukas obsessively collects Will Smith memorabilia, and this jacket is the actual jacket used in episode 3-22-A/N. That’s not the only throwback to the early 90’s in his attire. He is also rocking the gold chain clasp on said jacket, much in the manner of iconic rapper, M.C. Hammer. Actually, I kind of like that, from here on out, I will be referring to Lukas only as M.C. Cocksucker.

CRYSTAL: I like the idea that Lukas considers himself so cool he can "hang with the black folk" but choses to idolize the whitest black man ever (Will Smith). Because we all know real black guys would be completely apathetic to Lukas to his face, maybe even knocking knuckles, but when Lukas was gone there would be many a "that little white dude is fucked up," "yo, you sure he's white? he looks a little more keebler elf than white, man." "Straight. I could go fo some cookies right about now..." I could go for some cookies too, actually.


JOSH
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GINA: Josh still looks like he had a record contract circa 1998 and had maybe a couple of minor radio hits and was unceremoniously dropped by his label a few years ago. He's still wearing the "rocker-lite" uniform of the era in a vain attempt to get pussy.

CRYSTAL: I just found out that Josh is from New Hampshire. No wonder he's so lame. No offense, Hampshirionians, but I think you guys only started using indoor plumbing some 20 years ago, right? I think I read that somewhere.


STORM
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GINA: Storm is having her usual problem again, with her pants being a bit too short. This is what I mean about Storm and clothes. She should, God help me, be listening to the stylist more. He maybe would have told her that flat shoes would solve her problems. When Marty ran into the same problem last year, he rocked some striped socks and worked it like the King Bitch of fashion that he is. Storm is like the pot scubber on the King's estate. She's got a long way to go. Thankfully, she's awesome as a person and I am able to overlook her lack of asethetic ability. All in all, this esemble isn't so bad, considering that it's Storm.

CRYSTAL: The worst part is that Storm would look so kick ass is a well tailored black suit. That would be the absolute PERFECT look for her but what we end up with here is a cheap looking, whispy, too short, KMart failure. Storm! Email me! Remember it is rsfashiontragedy@yahoo.com. I will respond IMMEDIATLEY. I am always available for consultations.


Now, I know this post came in only a shade under a month from the last one...what??...so I'll provide my favorite people with this closing bit of hilarity.

Review from the latest issue of Rolling Stone Magazine:

The Band? The Panic Channel
The Star Count? 1 1/2 stars
The Review? The Debut disc from Dave Navarro's new band sounds a lot like a collection of rejected Foo Fighters tunes. Lead singer Steve Isaacs-best known from his days in the touring production of "Tommy"- sings every trite, earnest lyric in a faux Chris Cornell wail over ultra generico Navarro hard rock riffs. Sample line from the sappy power ballad "Why Cry": "I let you lie to me/ Plant seeds inside to see them grow/Only to leave them to die." Andy Greene.


"Ultra Generico" wah hah. Mr. Greene, the royal we, are pleased.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Week Four- Blue Suits Rock My Sad, Little World

In a desperate attempt to keep the readers we have and perhaps have some of the new ones come back, I decided to stop punking around and do the next post.

So, Welcome Back!

I skimmed through an article by the new fashion stylist of Rockstar a couple weeks back. This man, who is not important enough to have his own little bio like our favorite fashion mavin, Ellie Mae, wrote that he is the one helping the rockers overcome styling obsticals such as 1. how many bracelets is deemed "too much?" Answer: no such thing. Or 2. can a faux hawk make my face skinnier? Answer: Always! The most interesting part of the article was the statement that, and this is not verbatim because I can't find the article again, said that he helps the rockers pick and chose the look that suits them best, but since they are Rawkers, they can tell him to shove it. It's hard here to tell who's look we're witnessing it is.

So we'll let you guys decide. Do you think these looks are the stylist's makings? or did the rockers tell him to shove it?



ZAYRA
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CRYSTAL: Look at this bitch WORKING that spacey blue catsuit! How many people in the world have the confidence and eligance to wear this costume with success? I'm gonna say two and only because I am too lazy to think outside of that. Although Zayra committed a Cardinal Sin this week of singing a Blondie song and NOT ripping it to shreads, I am still feeling the vibe of a total Hot Ass Girl. This is the kind of confidence that I had wished so much for Jordis last season. The sad thing here is that if Jordis and Zayra were both up for the same recording contract, but it could only be given to one, I think most record execs would chose Zayra even though she sings like my obliviously tone deaf mother (who sings to bacon in grocery stores, umm, no joke). That's what a little confidence does, guys, it gets us all recording contracts.

GINA: Mark this under another Rock Star: Lesson Learned. The next time I accidentially watch MTV and I see some no talent asshole dancing it up on the big screen, and I think to myself, How the fuck did this happen? and contemplate suicide, I won't even bother with the getting a knife and sobbing for twenty minutes. I now know. It is caused by shallow people, easily hooked by a confident demeanor, much like Crystal and myself, in positions of authority. Because, and I swear this to you, if I were a record exec, I'd be on the phone with her people yesterday. It doesn't matter if you can't sing. Allow me to prove it to you. Crystal said that only two people could look good in this spacesuit. The other person is Madonna. Who is really good a lot of things like being cool and dancing. But we all know she can't sing. See? I can only echo Crystal when I say, Seriously, guys. Look at that bitch WORK IT.


TOBY
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CRYSTAL: Toby's face is priceless. I have never seen anyone look more scared to have his picture taken. He probably heard from one of those aboriginals they have Down Under that a camera steals your soul and he got all paranoid with all the weed and 'ludes he's been taking. Toby's awesome...I'll bet he is so much fun to fuck with. Hey, he may be the answer to a male version of Suzie McCrybaby.

GINA: Crystal and I were discussing how much better we like it when the rockers pose for the photos, rather than it being shots of the performance show. At first I thought it was because you could see the whole outfit in all it's badness. But after seeing this, I am convinced it's because this whole photo shoot thing makes some of the rockers really uncomfortable and helps us to shape their fake personalities. On this day, for instance, Phil came up to him right before the shoot and was like, "Dude, I've got kind buds and a bong, let's get ripping". So they did, and right when they took that picture Phil was telling him all kinds of science shit and Toby's mind is, like, blown.


PATRICE
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CRYSTAL: According to whichever mentally challenged person, who is apparently as blind as he is retarded, is writing the dead on blurbs by the rocker's pics Patrice is described as "making a statement." I think Patrice's needs to forget about making a statement and concentrate on the fact that she should consider herself lucky that someone so unimaginably lame has made it on television for the fourth week in a row. I think its time to head it on home and get a new tatoo to mark the event that "like, totally, changed my life and really made me who I am as an artist and a person." The tat will probably be something inspirational like a microphone with a rose around it. So, lets look at this debacle she's wearing. The fact that she shoplifted those pants and boots in the juniors section of Macy's, where everyday is a Rock 'n Roll day, pales in comparision to my opinion that she skinned an Ewok to get that jacket. And those little guys are probably endangered animals as it is...not cool, Patrice.

GINA: Hey, look everybody, It's Amelia Dorkhart! Patrice must be so secretly bitchy because people made fun of her clothes when she was growing up. This disaster of a woman has no fashion sense whatsoever. I know I've said that before, but I really mean it this time. This reminds me of Jenny Jones and how she would have those makeover shows and they'd have the person who brought the bad dresser on the show get a reverse makeover to show the other person how dumb or slutty they looked? Patrice is totally that Mom. She just wants her little girl to wipe that black crap off her face and start wearing cute things and be a normal girl, dammit.


LUKAS
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CRYSTAL: Lukas looks like a rooster in this picture with his hair sticking up and chest jutting out and his feet far behind his body. He was probably trying to intimidate the other rockers showing them that he is the Cock of this Roost and it is he who is going to scare all the other boys away. He hasn't strayed from the old standard of black pants and white jacket, knowing oh so well, that it works for him. I'm sick of those rosaries though. Lukas, when the nun hands them to you, she wants you to say your Hail Mary's not wear them while singing about White Weddings and getting laid. Where's your mother to smack the back of your head?

GINA: I hate Lukas, everyone who will listen knows that, but I am going to give props to the modern-day dandy look that he wears so well. I would also take the rosariers and force them down his mugging, snotty, piehole, but it's not as annoying as it could be. You know, this season of the show is so horrible that I can't even get worked up about the people I hate. That's when you know you just don't care at all.


JOSH
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CRYSTAL: Josh in his old standby of pajama bottoms, mismatched shirts, and big assed goofy smile make me want to put a pipe bomb under his pillow at night...just so I can sleep. Josh looks like someone poked him in the stomach Pillbury Dough Boy style and he just couldn't stop giggling. What rocker do you know who is worth their salt smiles this much? Do you think Pete Daughtery is smiling like that, Josh? No. He's worried about where he's going to get his next hit of smack. He can't be worried about smiling as well. You need to be cut a little deeper and hurt a little more otherwise you're gonna come off as the rocker that every woman wants to take home to mom. And that rocker? He sucks.

GINA: Dude, they put an implant in Pete, where, like, even if he does junk, it neutralizes in his system and won't get him high. I don't know what their doing about the crack, but they've cut him off at the knees, heroin-wise. Josh reminds me of a very specific breed of nerd. It's hard to explain, but it's like the weird dude that wears, like, bolero ties and big, baggy, black button ups with like a dragon silkscreened on it? And then a cheap, metal, ying yang on a piece of black string? And he overenunciates and speaks in this very clipped, precise, condescending manner? He really enjoys the works of Piers Anthony and Clive Barker? He was definitely in drama club, was probably the like, lighting guy or something? I guess I'm trying to say he looks like a pencil necked fantasy dork, but like, not in the "awww, that's almost sort of cute" way. More in the "shut up, annyoing fuck" way. Like I said, it's hard to explain if you've never encountered it.


STORM
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CRYSTAL: Storm needs me as a personal assistant in a most dire way. I truely believe there is no other job for a 7 foot, beautiful, well singing woman to be than on the stage...but her attire?...it has gots to go. Being tall has as many disadvantages as it does assets. Sure every man wants to fuck you to "see what its like," but all your clothes can look like you can't find anything in your own size if you're not careful. That's the problem we have here tonight. It looks like she scammed that outfit off of Jill and Jill is no one to mess with...she's Italian after all. She probably has family in the mafia, 'cause all Italians do. I think its next week that Storm wears that black suit, so I'm gonna cut her some slack here. Plus, I like her, and I'm very very hypocritical.

GINA: I am really enjoying this picture. She looks like a fucking warrior. Like she's actually Amazonian, and these were the biggest clothes they could find, and if you keep on staring at her she will crush you with her thighs. I like Storm a lot, and while I don't think she's the biggest fashion distaster on this show (you heard me, Dilana), she could use some help. She's probably too busy being not annoying and decent to be bothered by things like clothes. Or she had a hard time finding stuff to wear growing up, because of the tall, leggy, factor. Clothes look uncomfortable on her, there's always a strangeness to the fit that doesn't work quite right.


DILANA
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CRYSTAL: Alight, look. I know that the new Marie Antoinette movie is coming out soon but Dil-hole has gone way too far. I am going to have to forever ban pink from her wardrobe because she has abused it. I don't know where she got this ridiculous, over the top, lacy, bizarro ballerina costume but nothing will take the attention off the singer and put it on the clothes like dressing up as Little Bo Peep who has a fetish for getting spanked with her staff. Dilana, I'm ready for you to stop acting out your fantasies in front of all us good, conservative people. I'm getting all sick to my stomach.

GINA: This is a new nursery rhyme I've come up with. Feel free to share it with your children.

Little Ho Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them.
She'll be Baryshnikov's whore, forever more
Or until she's told she looks stupid.



PHIL
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CRYSTAL: Phil looks pissed this week. I think someone must have just told him that the top he's wearing was from last season's Victoria's Secret catalog. Phil hates anything last season. At least he has mercifully covered up his stretched putty arms and might be standing up
straight (??). I'm glad Phil left this week. He's tired, downtrotted and he's gotta get back to New Jersey so he can wobble around in the next Wedding reception his manager signed him up for in case this whole "supernover" thing didn't work out.

GINA: Awwww, Phil looks like Shaggy, right down to the spindly arms and stoner glare. I don't know quite what he was going for, be it tough guy or more of his patented, "I'm only here cause they told me I'd be getting three square meals a day. That was such bullshit" languidness. Phil looks like I feel about this desecration of all that was awesome about summer 2005.


JILL
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CRYSTAL: In the Book of Isaiah, God says to the people of Jerusalem "speak tenderly to Jerusalem and cry to her that she has served her term, that her penalty is paid, that she has received from the Lord's hand double for all her sins." In the Book of Crystal, Jill doesn't get off as easily as Jerusalem. Jill hasn't paid for her sins enough. We need to hammer a few more chunks of her ego away first. In this, another installment of Why I Hate People Like Jill, I will research Webisode #4.
2. Oh! What a surprise, Jill's a crybaby. In this webisode, the group is divided up into three groups to write lyrics to a shitty song track by the Superholes. Jill, who is as talented as she is tall, wasn't being heard by the other members of her group...especially Magni who wasn't gonna take any of her Italian sausage shit. So what does she do? Ah, she walks out in a regal manner of any center of attention Drama Queen and waits until someone comes to her to soothe the ruffled feathers of her fake blonde hair. So, yeah, still hate her. No one who acts like a spoiled child should be a show with people who are seemingly, honestly cool. She's gonna taint people. I hate taint.

GINA: I hate Jill mostly because looks like an uppity stripper in all of her pictures. Like she's always down on the other girls and the club, because she can sing and dance. She's just doing it to make some money before she's a big star, and that makes her better than the rest of you bitches who are just dirty sluts. I don't know about you guys, but I like my strippers down-to-earth and without prejudice. Maybe that's just me.

DANA
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CRYSTAL: Wow, who is this girl? If I didn't know that was Dana, I would never have recognized her. It's like she went to sleep and woke up cool. How does that happen? I'm going to have to get in touch with her and ask how she did that. If we could bottle the secret we could make a fortune. The first customers would be the three old-timers in the thrones to the back of the audience.

GINA: I feel like a proud mother. I know I didn't have anything at all to do with her transformation, but I'm taking credit anyway. I don't really know what happened either. While the new stylists has proved himself to be not quite so bad as our dearly detested Ellie Mae, he's no God of fashion, either. I'm giving most of the credit to Crystal and myself, with a little for Dana. Maybe she saw the pictures they were taking of her and she was like, "Uh, I'm way prettier than that."


RYAN
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CRYSTAL: This week Ryan is a traveling businessman who circles the world organizing and funding orphanages for children who have lost everything to mad cow disease and the west nile virus all through the third world countries of Earth (you know, in his spare time from being a businessman.). He dresses down in the third world countries because, as other people have told me, there is nothing worse than a showoff.

GINA: Ryan is starting to bore me. Everything is all black; black like his soul. If Ryan is still clinging to this brooding, wounded, and angry persona at this age, I can't even imagine what he was like as a teenager. He probably went to school in blackface and wasn't sure why everyone was giving him dirty looks. He's sad, you guys, not racist!


MAGNI
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CRYSTAL: In my opinion, anyone who does the Scott Stapp Arms Wide Open gesture, uh ever, should be shot to death on site. No judge. No jury. Just execution. How embarassing is it for us to have to watch a foreigner, who is perhaps unawares at the infinite toolness of S. Stapp, to do the gesture that made an entire country hate him for his total lack of shame? How much does it cost to get Vh1 in Iceland? He may want to invest in it so that he can avoid this sort of public humiliation next time 'round.

GINA: Alright, Magni. I'm sorry. But you are officially not sort of hot anymore. I like to think that no one has as crappy taste as America and that Creed was never popular anywhere else, but I doubt it. Didn't Josh sing a Creed song on the show? There are no excuses. Where I come from any reference to Creed is swiftly followed by the Messiah pose, I can only assume that this is a widespread phenomena. He knew. And he did it anyway.

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