Thursday, March 27, 2008
...and don't tell my mom.
(Mr. Art Critic huh?, does anybody know when this is coming to dvd?)
"We're making some changes that will affect one of your Yahoo!
profiles. After April 9, 2008, mature content will not be
permitted within Yahoo! Profiles.
In accordance with this new policy, users will no longer be able to
designate an "adult profile," and mature content will be removed.
The profile for the Yahoo! ID loolablue is marked "adult."
The picture associated with this profile will be removed and
deleted on April 9, 2008."
This is my profile picture, Soft Watch at the Moment of First Explosion by Salvador Dali.
It's not like I put up this one (which probably says more about me than I should share)... This, coupled with the super-fast dismissal of Penn Jillette from that piece of Disney crap Dancing with the Stars, confirms the continued fear of non-conformist thinking by middle America and the Bush-worshipping corporations in control of the media. I'm not saying that I'm some great innovator, but for Christ's sake, IT'S A PAINTING, THERE'S NOTHING REMOTELY SEXUAL ABOUT IT, YET IT'S CONSIDERED "ADULT???!!!" I may have to protest this on the basis of logic. I have some calls to make (as soon as I find the customer service number Yahoo likes to hide).
I've loved Penn and Teller since I saw them at the tender age of 13, I believe my first Broadway show. I marvel at how taste and perception changes with age, because both of them have a special place in my heart. Penn's radio show kept me company, and I was seriously bummed when it got the ax. That said, I also was keenly aware that he is definitely an acquired taste. Loud, honest, openly atheist and freakishly tall, I knew he would terrify middle America. This theory first struck me long before with the even shorter-lived NBC game show Identity. I'm surprised he made it as far as he did, because he spoke his mind, talked back to the judges, looked great and had a blast, totally unaffected and just himself - I voted via phone and email til I reached my limit, but deep down I knew it was for naught. The guy is just too intense... and the tie gag (though sexy and cute), probably didn't help. Oh well, fuck 'em Penn, I've loved you for twenty years, YOU WERE GREAT AND I DID (and still) CARE!!
Individuality, free thought and a quarter will get you a bag of cheese doodles.
UPDATE: for queries about your account, those Yahoo pussies will only talk to you via email!