And what is going on in 2012? Our Sexiest Man is white. Straight. Ginormous. Frequently goateed. Wearing a white tank top in his cover photo. Yes, he can dance. But as a nation, we must ask: What is left of Channing Tatum’s sex appeal after the final strains of Ginuwine’s “Pony” recede? Buzzfeed has described Tatum as “a thumb” and “a gyrating human potato.” His sexy is bland. Traditional. Republican in a Democratic year.
It’s People magazine we’re talking about here. Traditional & bland is what it does. It can neither be right nor wrong; all it needs to do with its choices are move copies off the newsstand. Hess is simply feeding the beast of reaction to the magazine’s choice, which is the whole darn point.
I only really care about this for one reason: considering the cost of everything else in said picture, it’s kind of weird that Ms. Lohan opts to smoke my cheap smoke of choice, Parliament Lights (better known as P-Funks.)
Seriously, Lindsay, if you’re gonna tweet all your expensive stuff, at least cough up for a pack of American Spirits.
It’s worth investigating why Black is famous and casting a critical eye on it, but I worry that doing so is ultimately fruitless — because every piece of evidence we have so far suggests her 15 is almost up. The folks who noticed the “Friday” video and put it all over our TV screens don’t have anything else to hang a hat on with Black, and given her “not that really into music” thing, why should they?
(also, if you follow B Michael, he had a really good take on this that involved citing David Foster Wallace’s “E Unibus Pluram: Television and U.S. Fiction.”)
Addiction is a serious disease; it will end with jail, mental institutions or death. I was 27 years old when through the friendship and help of Chip Somers of the treatment centre Focus 12 I found recovery. Through Focus I was introduced to support fellowships for alcoholics and drug addicts that are very easy to find and open to anybody with a desire to stop drinking and without which I would not be alive.
Now Amy Winehouse is dead, like many others whose unnecessary deaths have been retrospectively romanticised, at 27 years old. Whether this tragedy was preventable or not is now irrelevant. It is not preventable today. We have lost a beautiful and talented woman to this disease. Not all addicts have Amy’s incredible talent. Or Kurt’s or Jimi’s or Janis’s. Some people just get the affliction. All we can do is adapt the way we view this condition, not as a crime or a romantic affectation but as a disease that will kill.
We need to review the way society treats addicts, not as criminals but as sick people in need of care. We need to look at the way our government funds rehabilitation. It is cheaper to rehabilitate an addict than to send them to prison, so criminalisation doesn’t even make economic sense. Not all of us know someone with the incredible talent that Amy had but we all know drunks and junkies and they all need help and the help is out there. All they have to do is pick up the phone and make the call. Or not. Either way, there will be a phone call.
Cosigned. I have known and loved many addicts and it is a bastard of a disease. Those who have beaten it should be proud; those who can’t beat it deserve love, help and encouragement, not pity, scorn or jail.