The New LJ Layout Sucks Big Cow Balls

That's right, I've decided I hate the new layout. It's too bright, too happy, too baby blue :-p. Not only that but it's harder to navigate. I liked it better when all the commands were right there on the left hand side of the screen. I don't like having to search for the link I need.

I meant to write last night but just wasn't feeling motivated enough. Yesterday I went for a nice long walk in the rain. Trudged down to the Barnes and Noble on 64th street hoping to find a Sims Deluxe Edition or Livin Large strategy guide, but to no avail. Wound up buying the regular Sims strategy guide.

Was a nice walk though. I didn't bring an umberella because it wasn't really raining, just misting. Still, after walking a mile to and fro in the mist, I was quite wet when I got home.

A cute bot smiled at me in the street yesterday. He, like myself, was not carrying an umberella. He was tall. I like tall. He had long dark brown hair. I like long dark brown hair. He had glasses. I think glasses make people look smart. He was hot. And he smiled at me. I of course smiled a little and looked away because I can't maintain eye contact with strangers who show interest in me. But it was nice to know that I'm not invisible to EVERY attractive guy on the planet.

And I'm still pissed at my Mom. I thought I had come up with the perfect compromise. I suggested that she and I, or she, dad, and I split the cost of my wisdom tooth removal. That way none of us would be hit terribly hard by the expense. Great idea, no? Well Mom wouldn't even discuss it with me. She just said "We'll see," her patented motherly euphemisms for "NO!" I was shocked. I explained the logic of it to her, and she was just like "Well I don't know how much it will cost so I can't make a dicision." And I'm thinking, no matter how much it costs my plan enables everyone to emerge a winner! Just say yes, and let me call the doc and make a god damn appointment!!!! I know SHE won't do it!!! I can't stand her, she doesn't want me to call, but she won't do it, and then if I keep bitching about it she'll be all like "Well why don't you get off your ass and call?!" I hate her she is such a hypocrite! This is the kind of fucked up mixed messaging that has shaped me into the completely confused, mentally paralyzed, insecure person I am!!! If I call she'll yell at me, if I don't call and I keep nagging her about it, she'll yell at me. THe only option that saves me from her is totally giving up the idea of getting my tooth out which I'm not going to do.

God I hate typing about her. I never mean to go on about her as long as Iusually do. But once I get started I just can't stop. I don't get to vent to anyone about what it's like to live with her. I'm constantly on my toes, I never know when she's gonna find something new to blame on me, or raz me about. So i just write it all out here, and I get so angry as I'm doing it that by the time I finish an entry I feel like I'm about to have an anuerysm.

Better quit before my head explodes.

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Culting the Club Kids

So tonight I watched the 20/20 interview with Mac Culkin about his latest film, the Michael Alig bio-pic "Party Monster." I've been waiting for years for this movie to be released. I've been fascinated with the Michael Alig case since I first heard about it. I remember when the Mike Musto articles about Alig were being run in the Voice back when I was in high school. The whole thing hit kinda close to home because clubbing was such a big thing when I was in high school. It was the preferred form of Friday night entertainment for most of the people I went to high school with. Hell, the Limelight was one block away from my high school. Spent half of my teen years wishing I could be as cool and extravagant as club kids were.

What interests me most is how, ten years later, the media is portraying the culture in which the Angel Menendez murder took place, and the portrayal of Michael Alig. I've watched countless documentaries about the murder, and in each and every one of them they hail Michael Alig as "the leader of the club kids, a group of outrageous misfits who roamed the city streets in the early to mid 90's."

That characterization pisses me off for several reasons:

1) They make it sound as though "The Club Kids" were a unified group like the Crips or the Bloods. Club kids are not (note my use of the PRESENT tense,) a cohesive group. The term club kid refers to young people who frequent dance clubs in NYC. THere are as many different types of club kid as there are types of dance clubs. There are MILLIONS of clubbers in the tri state area. They do not all identify with one another. Lumping them all tongether into a single group is like claiming there is a nation wide group called "The College Kids."

2) Since club kids are not a unified group, by definition they can't have a leader. Michael Alig heavily participated in the scene and he was very popular in his particular group. Not every club kid knew him, nor had all of them heard of him. He was a popular guy, he was not the leader of a youth oriented criminal underground.

3) They always refer to clubbing as a specific trend of a particular era. "The Club Kids reigned in the early to mid 90's." Last time I checked, clubbing hadn't gone out of vogue. Poeple still club, the culture is still very alive, and it is completely incorrect to make it seem as though the activity died when Michael Alig was locked up. Because after all thats what clubbing is AN ACTIVITY, not a Club unto itself.

This misunderstanding of club culture gives outsiders a very skewed and incorrect sense of what clubbing really is, and since I know club kids, and still somewhat admire club culture, that aggrivates me.

Hope that didn't come off too garbbled and incoherent.