Pasties on pasties
March 18, 2011 § 2 Comments
So let’s put under erasure my most recent pathetic post (and PS, can anyone explain Derrida to me? I read the shit out of him and all I got was the concept of erasure, and even still I can’t think about it without also humming “Chains of Love”). I shouldn’t be near any sort of communicatin’ device when morbidly sad. Lesson learned, on to the haps –
We need to start a burlesque troupe. According to DS, a particularly judgmental douchebag on Yelp, one local troupe’s “entire show was made up of akward, unsexy women with poorly done makeup and unfortunate amount of cellulite making odd coquetish faces, and one of them partially lost her pastie (it managed to hang on to her nipple by an errant sticky tassle thread) during her routine. The music was stale and boring, the moves were lethargic and poorly executed.”
Guys, we can do that! We are hella “akward”, if we ever applied makeup you know it would be poorly done (except for you, Jamie, you’ve got that girl power), and good lord – odd “coquetish” faces? Lost pasties? Lethargic and poorly executed dancing? Like looking in a fucking mirror…
Let’s move on that, pre-immediately.