Sarah Palin’s Newest Strategy:
Make ‘Em Weak At the Knees.

Ooh la la!

Gentlemen: If the gauzy melodies of Steve Arrington’s Hall of Fame’s classic 1983 hit plays in the back of your mind while you gaze at Sarah Palin’s seemingly endless tresses, above (in a photo taken not ten days ago, yet!), you’ve fallen to the cursed infirmity that undoes all men!

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Actually, McCain, the Worst Chapter in American History Was Slavery.

“Thumbs up on slavery!”

Have you noticed not a single media outlet has yet raised a question about John McCain’s characterization of segregation as “the worst chapter in American history”?

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Another Time’s President.

“I can’t live with myself.”

The Huffington Post’s Michael Seitzman wrote about last night’s debate, but by avoiding its specific proposals or content, and, instead, focusing on the manner by which it was conducted, he created something near poetry.

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A Board Game to Bore You When You’re Not Yet Truly Bored.

This stuff never gets tired!

When Ray Winbush forwarded over the link for Pimps and Ho’s, above, my first response was, “Haven’t I seen this game a thousand times already?”

I mean, in seems like every three years somebody comes out with some “ghetto” board game, designed to sell solely based on offensiveness, as the makers have no marketing budget. (“The Craziest Board Game Ever Made!”, P&H’s cover art boasts. Really? Crazier than, say, Go?)

I couldn’t even mount outrage. I was going to send it to Racialicious, and even checked to see if they’d covered it, though I hadn’t even really looked exhaustively, when I said, “Ah, Carmen’s got better stuff to cover than this.”

Yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn.

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Stating What’s Obvious to All.

“You’ll be hypnotized in a minute.”

One of the reasons my wife, Zakiya, and I can’t watch television together has to do with my refusal to stop talking to the TV. I’m always critiquing inconsistencies in the storyline, yakking about subtext, or adding stupid voices.

Z usually yells at me or leaves the room, but, in fact, I love trying to crash the fourth wall, and adore media that’s self-referential in that way, whether it’s Mystery Science Theater 3000, or rudely scribbled penises and word balloons on subway ads.

So, you knew I was gonna dig this: DustoMcNeato’s “Take On Me: Literal Video Version.” Here, the original lyrics, vocals, and even the tracks on Norwegian power trio a-ha’s 1985 hit have been scrapped for a hilarious, subtitled imitation that blasts the once vanguard video’s now cheesy “plot.” Oh, it’s funnier than that sounds.

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“Move” Somethin’.

“Get *down*.”

Nothing like an artist disappearing over the horizon, only to return with both jets dripping nitro. That oppressive fuel smell is Q-Tip’s “Move,” from his upcoming album, The Renaissance.

I don’t know if I’m most jolted by the public access grittiness of director Rik Cordero’s aggressively underproduced visuals, above; the brisk, stringy timbre of Q-Tip’s inimitable vocals; or the Michael Jackson-getting-stuffed-in-a-bag disassembly of the Jackson 5’s “Dancing Machine”—fashioned by the late, great Jay Dilla. I just know Q-dog’s bringin’ fire, and my eyebrows just got singed.

[via SpineMagazine.com]

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Who’s That…Girl?

Groucho

Hey, kids: See if you can guess the identity of the fashion-forward, trendsetting celebrity who recently attended the opening of a film she directed, apparently without first opening a container of depilatory cream. (That ain’t no milk mustache!) Answer, below, after the jump!

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The Force is Strong with This One.

Jedi mind trick?

So: If Obama is Luke Skywalker, is McCain the evil Emperor? (Hey: Let’s just hope, if McCain is the Evil Emperor, that, despite the resemblance, Obama isn’t Mace Windu.)

Made of 100% cotton in optimistic sky blue. S-3XL, $16.95 – $18.45, from SnorgTees.com. Watch this while you wear the shirt.

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Dig Somewhere Else.

Get lost.
Thanks for the warning: Gold digger in “I’m Keepin’ It
Real” mode

Given the leanness of the times, one could say that wikiHow: The How-To Manual That You Can Edit is performing a public service by releasing this among their latest sets of instructions: A nine-point list detailing “How to Spot a Gold Digger.” Sound like anybody you know?

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Mamma Mia.

Ain’t none badder….

What you see, above—an Italian 4-fogli, or four-sheet, for the 1973 film, Coffy—is, for its subject, size, and graphical power, to me, the single most desirable ephemeral object in all of Black film, and possibly connected to any movie.

Why?

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