Yesterday, I alluded to a tragic death, sexual assault accusations, the future of literature, and the inadequacy of the Ivy League, perhaps not doing any of those topics justice in the space of about a thousand words.
Perhaps more important, though, I mentioned my new bookcase, and one person who’d been urging me to get new shelves for years is Diana Fleischman, an evolutionary psychology expert who also notes this recent New York Times article on polyamory, the practice of open, principled, and relatively stable non-monogamous relationships (in the case of the Times article, involving a Brooklyn neuroscientist named Ed Vessel, which seems about right, somehow).
Polyamory may be a necessary and useful bit of social evolution in this increasingly fluid modern world — but isn’t it even more exciting, somehow (and slightly more fitting for the Month of Horror, since the Month of Sex was last month), to hear that Transformers babe Megan Fox was so devoted to her boyfriend Brian Austin Green that she tattooed the name BRIAN on her lower front torso (between stomach and thigh, I believe)?
As if it weren’t impressive enough that former 90210 halfpint Green is now a buff resistance fighter from the future who kills cyborgs in the Terminator TV series, his first name is tattooed on a hot chick who fights the Decepticons.
I can’t decide which should frighten and awe the robots more.
I can’t decide which I care about more.
I…I…1…1010101 010010 01 0010101010100 0101010 10010 1 010010100101 010100101001001 Brian Austin Green is on your torso, fighting your robots 0101
Pardon me. Since this blog has some glitch, I’ll just quote the Wikipedia entry about Megan Fox for a moment:
Fox has been outspoken in her self-identification as a bisexual. In a frank interview with GQ Magazine, Fox said that she fell in love with a female stripper when she was 18 and used the experience to illustrate her belief that “all humans are born with the ability to be attracted to both sexes”…
Fox has nine tattoos, including a poem on her ribcage, a symbol for strength on her neck, Green’s name on her hip, a bull’s eye on her lower back, a pink flamingo on her upper thigh, and a picture of Marilyn Monroe’s face on her right arm. She also has one on her right shoulder that says “We will all laugh at gilded butterflies,” a line from Shakespeare’s play King Lear.
Three other interesting tidbits from the rest of her Wiki entry: her ancestry is Irish, French, and Native American; her real name is Megan Foxx (the same except for the additional x, which amuses me); and for next year’s Transformers sequel, director Michael Bay told her to gain ten pounds because “I don’t like skinny girls.”
Despite Michael “Awesome” Bay being mocked for Pearl Harbor in that song from Team America, I am beginning to admire him. I still don’t want to see another Transformers movie, though. Nor next year’s G.I. Joe movie. Gotta draw the line somewhere. January’s Underworld: Rise of the Lycans, on the other hand…
1 comment:
Yay! you got a bookcase!
I don’t think that polyamory is ever really stable but good definition anyway.
Nobody should have another person’s name tattooed on their body unless they are genetically related. Some tattoo artists will refuse to tattoo a name of a boyfriend/girlfriend on anyone.
I guess if her name was still Megan Foxx she had to decide to remove an x and be an actress or add an x and be a porn star.
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