Hollywood, California, is my spiritual hometown. I actually grew up in three other communities in California, but it hardly seems to matter which three. How could my heart take root anywhere under the tyranny of American public schooling?
I don’t have to work for a living. After my father died in December 1997, my family and I won a legal settlement.
The Blog About
Nothing: Sudheer of Hyderabad, India, is a big fan of Playboy and an
even bigger fan of Seinfeld. In this blog, he composes humorous
dialogues for the show’s characters.
Hit & Run: the official
blog of my other favorite magazine, Reason: Free Minds and Free
Markets; winner
of the 2005 Weblog Award for Best Group Blog; “the best
libertarian blog” according to the October 2005 issue of
Playboy.
Scoobie Davis Online: a self-described “filmmaker, surfer, and party crasher” in southern California. He’s also a Playboy fan, a left-leaning political gadfly, and a connoisseur of Jack T. Chick religious tracts.
The Search for
Health in Decadence: poetry and philosophical writings of Will, who has
engaged me in lengthy, good-natured debate through comments on my
blog.
The Blank Slate: The Modern Denial of Human Nature by Steven
Pinker. With stylistic flair, a Harvard cognitive scientist
refutes myths about human nature underlying a multitude of political
beliefs—including many of those that would either favor or
oppose the sexual revolution.
God in Popular Culture by Andrew M. Greeley. A liberal Catholic
priest sees quasi-Christian messages of grace abounding in the
allegedly soulless realm of commercial pop culture. For all I know,
Greeley is not necessarily a Playboy fan. But his
interpretation of Madonna’s song “Like a Virgin” has
influenced my impression of Playboy. (In case anyone wonders, my religious heritage is Lutheran on my father’s side and secularist on my mother’s.)
What makes YouTube.com’s amateur video star Brooke “Brookers” Brodack so strikingly adorable? I don’t remember how I stumbled on her lip-sync to the “Cell Block Tango” from Chicago the other day. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the performance. With body language, facial expressions, and only a few simple props, the suburban blonde in the Coca-Cola T-shirt, 19 at the time, captures all of the song’s considerable sex appeal.
Brookers doesn’t need to play it sexy to hold my attention, though. Lip-syncing “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” she’s just plain cute (if you’ll pardon the oxymoron). Impersonating a she-dork or a paste-eating child, she shows comedic talent. With a few years of practice, she could be the next Carol Burnett. She’s already good enough to have signed a contract with Carson Daly. Go, baby!
I admit I have partly superstitious reasons for posting about Brookers. Some of her good luck could rub off on me. But since my blog frequently explores the mysteries of female charm, I’m not wandering too far off topic after all. How did this young lady so distract me from my self-imposed publishing deadlines? Perhaps a guy can’t help admiring a face he has seen used as such a precision instrument. Sigh.
Update, November 6, 2007: I was reluctant to link to it in July 2006, because there was a completely unjustified adult-content warning on it then, but Brookers also does a very good impression of all the scare stories on the news. And, of course, it will always be fascinating to watch pretty girls with their pets.
Update, November 13, 2007, 12:24 p.m.: Finally, I’ll make the title of this post a shade less creepy by, um, embedding this particular YouTube of hers:
In all fairness, I should also embed this one, which may contain a kind of subtle revenge, although I can’t be sure:
Leon left this comment at July 10, 2006 3:29 PM
well unfortunately i havent ever gotten my hands on an playboy copy :( and i wud really love to but this is one great idea for a blog CHEERS !!!!
Queen of Spain left this comment at July 8, 2006 11:28 AM
Leon left this comment at July 10, 2006 3:29 PM