The Lo Zone

A groovy place in cyberspace run by author Lolita Files. Come on in. Bring some Pepsi.

 
Lo Fun Fact #1
"Lolita Files" is my real name. It is not a pen name, as incredible as that may seem. There are plenty of Files family members and people who have known me for years capable of validating this. As for the "Lolita" part, my mother named me after the movie based on Nabokov's book, although she saw or read neither. To this day, she has no idea what a "Lolita" is.
Lo Fun Fact #2
I love fried chicken and fabulous shoes. If you ever want to get on my good side, send Popeye's or Mr. Chicken (my favorite spot in Cleveland) and a pair of Christian Louboutins.
Lo Fun Fact #3
Never show up unannounced or without a Pepsi (preferably Pepsi Jazz Caramel Cream). Better yet, how about not show up at all?
Lo Fun Fact #4
I hate the telephone. Don't get mad if I don't call you. I don't call anyone. Don't call me asking why I don't call. Just don't call, okay?
Lo Fun Fact #5
I love the internet!!! I love communicating through the internet!!! You can e-mail me and odds are I'll e-mail you right back (if I'm not in the middle of a major project). Makes up for my hangup about the phone, doesn't it? See, I'm not so bad after all!!!
Lo Fun Fact #6
I can't stand IMing. Please don't IM me. You will get the cold shoulder. I don't like giving people the cold shoulder, so please don't put me in that position.
Lo Fun Fact #7
I have four five wonderful, slap-happy dogs and a bird (some kind of dove/pigeon mix), all of whom I love to pieces. If you meet me and ask me about my dogs and bird, we'll be instant friends. If you meet me and ask me why the f*ck I have four five dogs and a bird, see the above fun fact for how I will respond.
Thanks For The Mammaries Memories!!!!!
Friday, December 29, 2006
From your favorite tata-flashing cyber-host...

...HoZone...

...and the rest of the gang, including...

...LoZone...


...The Poopers, and...

Lolita Files' Press Photo

...Lo, er, me...

...thanks for making this a fast-moving, fabulous year of fun, fun, fun!!! Thanks to all the Lo Zoner regulars who keep it real---Juan G., LBoogie, Anonymous, Lance, Rich in the STL, Saadia, Anonymous, Melicious, Sheletha, Anonymous, CortneyGee, Matt, Anonymous, Lil' Pools, Denea and Indigo, Anonymous, Alex in the City, Shelia Goss, Dawnya, Anonymous, Willie D., The Man With Balls (who ARE you????), The Invisibles (y'all know who you are), and anyone and everyone else, if I failed to mention your name, please forgive...it's been a very busy past few weeks. Thanks for the love, the laughs, the honesty, and all the freakin' kumbaya we have on the regular up in this piece.

Let's rock it even harder in the '07!!!

How 'bout we take this thing out Jigga-style...

...'cause, well, I'm feelin' a little pimpy right now. What??? LADIES IS PIMPS TOO!!! So I'ma just pimp on into the sunset while I let my man show you how it's done. (*Warning*: N-word alert. Don't trip. It ain't like you ain't never heard it before. And if you seriously think you'll never hear it again...N!@@a please. But that's another conversation. We'll save that one for a post in the '07.)


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Happy New Year, y'all!!!!


posted by Lo @ 10:50 AM   8 comments
Best Of The Zone, Part 3.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Because end-of-the-year recaps are fun (and I'm too exhausted to write an original blog post), here's yet another post from The Lo Zone's first year. This one, which I wrote while on book tour, was one of my favorites.


Planes, Trains, And Automobiles Assholes

I figured I'd start with our train ride to D.C. first, and then work my way backwards from that.

Silena and I left the Big Apple today, off on our next adventure. Don't worry, the posts for the New York event will follow this one. But first, I must tell you about this train ride.

We were so excited by what we just knew would be a lovely, picturesque trip to the nation's capital. I had my laptop out and was happily working. My video iPod was at the ready for when I planned to put away the laptop and relax even more.

Silena was chilling, reading a celebrity magazine that was on the table at our seats.

She was really enjoying herself, y'all. And she deserved to rest. She's been doing a bang-up job.

Doesn't she look chill in this picture? Right after that, she put the magazine away, put on her glasses, and settled in for a nice, long nap.

Unfortunately, 'long' and 'nap' weren't on the horizon for either of us, as things quickly took a terrible, terrible turn. Our lovely little ride suddenly went from smooth sailing to a nightmarish exercise in self-absorbed cellular mania. Why?

Because of this guy...
*dun-dun-dunnnnnnnnnn...*

THE ASSHOLE.

The Asshole boarded a few minutes into our ride and plopped down next to Silena, already in full-blown loud-talking blast on his celly. He immediately alienated everyone around him (not just us), but did he care?

Nope.

The Asshole just kept talking...

...and talking...

...and talking...

At one point, The Asshole turned to this guy...

...and asked if he was talking too loudly. The Asshole laughingly said his wife always tells him he talks too loudly. The Asshole, however, was sitting with US. And he never bothered to ask us how we felt about his bombastic bullshit.

The Asshole opened up his bag of food and popped the cap on his pop and began EATING AND DRINKING AND TALKING ON THE PHONE, a freaking sideshow right before all of our pissed-off eyes.

Yapping...

...and yapping...

...and eating and yapping...

Silena tried to sleep through it...
...but c'mon. Please. How can you sleep through something like this?

At one point, I thought he was finally finished.
But no. He was just getting his second wind.

Because ASSHOLES don't know how to shut the fuck up. They just regroup themselves...

...and dial somebody else.

And when that call is finished, they dial somebody else.

And then, guess what? They dial somebody else.

This bloated co-dependent bastard got on in Newark and yammered and gestured nonstop all the way to Baltimore.

Just how much of a self-sucking asshole was he? Well, I'm sitting right in front of Silena in the same seat section. There are four seats and a table. That's my laptop you see there on the table. That's my hand on the bottled water.

Yeah, I'm right up on this bitch. I aimed my cameraphone RIGHT IN HIS FACE as I took these pics and the fucker didn't even notice. Okay?

In order to avoid going postal on this idiot, I jammed the earphones of my iPod into my head and began watching the copy of Lil' Pimp good friend and loyal Lo Zone reader Lance gave me when we got together for lunch yesterday. I'd ripped it onto my laptop and imported it into my iPod. (Thank you, Lance. You probably saved this mofo's life.) Shortly after, I saw Silena putting on the earphones to her iPod. Thank goodness for Steve Jobs. If it weren't for him and all of Apple's amazing innovations, there'd probably be a lot more beatdowns going on in the world than there are right now. Music and movies do, indeed, tame the savage breast.

The Asshole got so caught up in his phone calls, he had to take his jacket off to allow himself to really get into it. (Look at how Silena's looking at him, y'all.)

Her face sums up my sentiments exactly. I just wish I could have kicked this jerk a swift one in the mouth, just for good measure. How one person could be so oblivious to the discomfort he was causing everyone around him is beyond me.

posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   9 comments
Best Of The Zone, Part 2.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
I was particularly fond of this piece, first published on January 23, 2006. This little fella ended up making several more cameos after being dubbed "The Notorious P.R.I.."

To Live And (Almost) Die In L.A.


In a classic case of "what the fuck happened here?" that should no longer surprise me (but still somehow does), I saw the following as I sat at a traffic light on Ventura Boulevard in Encino this past Friday afternoon.

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Just in case you still don't get the gist of this, here's another half-shot of the car:

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Yup, folks...them there's bulletholes. Seven, to be exact. We happened to have a camera in the car and commenced to snapping before the light changed and I had to pull off. Still, being the writer that I am---a fiction writer---ever since I drove away, I found myself pondering the possibilities of what must have happened.

Scenarios I've come up with so far:
1. A slaphappy environmentalist is driving on the 405 in his cute little Prius on his way to a Greenpeace meeting. He cuts off a rapper in a gas-guzzling H2. Said rapper is exhausted (and blazed) after an all-nighter in the studio and has no time for such fuckery. Chaos and bulletholes ensue...

2. A slaphappy PETA member is driving on the 134 in her cute little Prius on her way to work at NBC and cuts off a big-shot film director in a gas-guzzling Aston Martin. The director's date is wearing a mink. The slaphappy PETA member gives both the finger. The director's just been pulled off his current film for going way overbudget and has no time for such bird-flipping fuckery. Chaos and bulletholes ensue...

3. A grim-faced-but-environmentally-conscious Crip passes an equally grim-faced-but-environment- loving Blood on the 101. Both are in Priuses of the same color and, for a fleeting moment, realize they share a common bond. The bangers smile and nod at each other, then suddenly remember their respective roles, frown, and pull out matching weaponry. Chaos, bulletholes, and identical shot-up Priuses ensue...

4. An elderly woman is inside the bank where the car is parked and has no idea the cute little Prius her sitcom-starring son gave her has been randomly shot up by bored, rowdy rich kids during the ten minutes that have lapsed since she's been inside. Chaos and coronaries ensue...

5. The world's most aggressive team of repo men attempt to recover the car from the sitcom-starring son after his show is abruptly cancelled. Chaos and lies to his elderly mother about his new job (moonlighting in soft porn) ensue...

6. The car, purchased at a police auction, is spotted by its former owner (an egomaniacal studio exec arrested for soliciting sex from minors on the internet) moments after he's just been released from jail. Chaos and recidivism ensue...
Help me out here, people. I could do this all day.

posted by Lo @ 10:11 AM   16 comments
Best Of The Zone, Part 1.
I figured since The Lo Zone is officially a year old this month, we could have some fun by doing a flashback of some past blog posts. Might as well start with a bang. This first appeared on February 3, 2006:

Introducing...Improbable Friendships (Part 1)

Whereupon we ponder with how-da-fuck awe the unusually matched friendships between high-profile people and speculate on what the hell they could possibly have to talk about.

In today's Page Six, under the heading Sightings, there's a report of someone seeing veteran newsman Dan Rather...


and rapper The Game ...

...sitting together in first class on a New York to L.A. flight, "chatting away like old friends."

Wonder how that conversation went...
Game: So I was like, "Yo, nigga, fuck that. I know my man Dan is cool. He wouldn'ta been caught up in no bullshit 'less he knew it went down for real."

Dan Rather: Why, thank you, The Game. Uh...is that...is that...is 'The Game' what you prefer being called, or should I drop the article and just, uh, call you 'Game'?

Game: What article? You wrote a article about me? What, it was sum'n bad, but now that you talkin' to me and you know I'm cool, you gon' drop it?

Dan Rather: No, no, no. I didn't write an article about you. I was talking about the article 'the.'



Game:
(stares blankly)


Dan Rather: (nervous) You know, like, um, uh, like a preposition or a conjunction. 'The' is an article, and I wasn't sure if you preferred the use of it or not when being addressed.


Game:
So you gon' mail it to me?



Dan Rather:
(confused) Mail what to you?



Game:
The article. You said you wasn't sure how I want the letter addressed.

Dan Rather: Nooooo, I didn't say anything about a letter. I meant the "The" in front of "Game." Should I keep the "The," or should I drop it altogether?

Game: (laughing) Nigga, you crazy!! You a funny muhfucka. All that time I been seein' you on tv since I was a kid, I'an know you had jokes. You alright, nigga!! (holds out fist to Dan for a pound)


Dan Rather: (blinking rapidly at both the N word and the extended fist)



Game:
Yo, nigga...gi' it to me!! (extends fist closer to Dan)


Dan Rather: (stares at the fist. bumps it with his own, front-to-front, like a battering ram, instead of on top. nervously awaits response. Game smiles. Dan breaks into a wide grin.)


Game:
That's what I'm sayin'!!


Dan Rather: What? What did you say? Did I miss something?



Game: (laughing) Nigga, you crazy!! You cool as hell. (leans in, whispering) Yo, you ever smoke dro'?



Dan Rather: (blinks rapidly)


Game pulls a packet of something from his pocket, glances around, then shows it to Rather. Dan---acutely aware of not just federal law regarding possible illegal substances, but also the need to tread lightly so as not to give the current administration an excuse to send his tried-to-take-Bush-down ass off to Gitmo---quickly stuffs the packet inside his jacket. A passing flight attendant notices the exchange and alerts the pilot. Hilarity ensues.

New York Post: Page Six: Sightings
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   3 comments
Now Ain't This A B*tch?
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Say it loud, "I'm black and I'm...too proud to work for your black ass."

As more blacks move up the economic ladder, one fixture — some would say necessity — of the upper-middle-class income bracket often eludes them. Like hailing a cab in Midtown Manhattan, searching for a nanny can be an exasperating, humiliating exercise for many blacks, the kind of ordeal that makes them wonder aloud what year it is.

“We’ve attained whatever level society says is successful, we’re included at work, but when we need the support for our children and we can afford it, why do we get treated this way?” asked Tanisha Jackson, an African-American mother of three in a Washington suburb, who searched on and off for five years before hiring a nanny. “It’s a slap in the face.”

Numerous black parents successfully employ nannies, and many sitters say they pay no regard to race. But interviews with dozens of nannies and agencies that employ them in Atlanta, Chicago, New York and Houston turned up many nannies — often of African-American or Caribbean descent themselves — who avoid working for families of those backgrounds. Their reasons included accusations of low pay and extra work, fears that employers would look down at them, and suspicion that any neighborhood inhabited by blacks had to be unsafe.

The result is that many black parents do not have the same child care options as their colleagues and neighbors. They must settle for illegal immigrants or non-English speakers instead of more experienced or credentialed nannies, rely on day care or scale back their professional aspirations to spend more time at home.
Damn. Now that's some shit fo' ya.

Whatever happened to the good ol' days when black folks could hire black help like Florence?

Sure, she was liable to shoot off at the mouth and had a bit of an attitude, but at least she showed up for work every day and didn't seem to mind that her bosses were black like her.

Or maybe she was just a TV myth. Maybe she had all that attitude because she was pissed about having to work for other blacks.

NYTimes.com: Nanny Hunt Can Be a ‘Slap in the Face’ for Blacks
posted by Lo @ 11:50 AM   5 comments
In The War Against Common Sense...Man, 0: Satnav, 1
In an age of laziness, where we'd prefer to let someone (or something) else be in charge, it seems technology is having the last laugh...

Drivers obeying directions given by a sultry satnav [satellite navigation] voice have crashed into rivers, construction sites and roadside toilets in Germany, and had similar accidents in Britain.

"It's hard to understand how these things can happen," said Maximilian Maurer, spokesman for the German motoring club ADAC.

"It's not as if people are driving in a tank with only a small slit to see out. You'd think they have their own eyes and brains engaged to make decisions and not rely on the satnav. I used to think satnavs were 'idiot-proof', but perhaps not."

In October a 53-year-old German, obeying his satnav's command "Turn right now!" jerked the wheel over and crashed into a roadside toilet hut 30 metres (yards) before the crossing he was meant to take, causing 2,000 euros ($2,600) damage.

A few weeks earlier, an 80-year-old motorist also followed his satnav instead of common sense and ignored a "closed for construction" sign on a Hamburg motorway. He hit a pile of sand at high speed but was not hurt.

"I just thought the navigation system knew a shortcut," Volker Heinemann was quoted as telling a local newspaper. His car had to be towed away.

[...]

An ambulance driver with a faulty satnav drove more than 600 km while transferring a patient from one hospital in Ilford east of London to another in Brentwood -- 13 km away. He was near Manchester, northern England, before realizing his error.

Experts say that as cars get smarter, some people seem to get dumber, and the problem increases as more vehicles are equipped with the devices.

[...]

Joachim Siedler, spokesman for market leader Blaupunkt, said it was absurd to blame the gadgets for human errors and noted motorists are clearly warned the devices are there to help, not to take decisions.

"If a traffic light is red it's obvious you have to stop even if the satnav says 'drive straight on'," he said. "People who drive into rivers and then blame their satnav are just too humiliated to accept blame themselves."

How many of us will admit to doing this? Do you turn your brain off when you're behind the wheel and let "the voice" guide the way?

Wish I could program one to find the best fried chicken joints in whatever area I happen to be passing through. A satnav like that would be worth its weight in gold.

Reuters: Motorists switch satnav on, brain off
posted by Lo @ 10:36 AM   3 comments
R.I.P. James Brown.
This man's music was a major part of my childhood...


...sparked a fire in my five-year-old spirit and unleashed a sense of cultural pride that made me proud to rock my afros and braids and raise my little fist in the air and shout, "Ungawa!!!" (even though I had no clue about exactly what it meant). He didn't just create music, he helped spur on an entire movement, giving black folks the ultimate mantra of self-worth.

Seems like all the giants of my youth are dying off, but the legacies they leave behind have made us the people we are today. The Godfather of Soul inspired us all.

He is one of music's greatest icons.


America wouldn't have been America without James Brown.


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AP: 'Godfather of Soul' James Brown dies
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
Meet Dumb's Dumber.
Friday, December 22, 2006
This loon didn't just drink the Kool-Aid, she's stirring the pitcher, helping them make more:


Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice told The Associated Press on Thursday that Iraq is "worth the investment" in American lives and dollars and said the U.S. can still win a conflict that has been more difficult than she expected.

In an interview at the State Department, the nation's highest-ranking black government official also said the United States is ready to elect a black president.

Rice was asked whether an additional $100 billion the Pentagon wants for the Iraq and Afghan wars might amount to throwing good money after bad in Iraq. President Bush and Congress have already provided more than $500 billion for the two conflicts and worldwide efforts against terrorism, including more than $350 billion for Iraq.

"I don't think it's a matter of money," Rice said. "Along the way there have been plenty of markers that show that this is a country that is worth the investment, because once it emerges as a country that is a stabilizing factor you will have a very different kind of Middle East."

This is just pathetic. The tragedy is that you just know she believes every word she's saying and everything he tells her.

Sheesh. What a maroon.

posted by Lo @ 11:37 AM   0 comments
People Who Should Have Been Neutered At Birth, Part 1.
This man...

...(allegedly) killed his 3-year old son...

...as a result of extraordinarily cruel measures in an attempt to make him learn.
An Alameda County jury today convicted an Oakland man of assault causing death and child abuse in connection with the 2003 death of his 3-year-old son, but have not yet reached a verdict on a charge of murder.

The panel convicted Chazarus Hill Sr., 27, of assaulting and abusing Chazarus "Cha Cha" Hill by repeatedly used a belt, his fists and switches whenever the boy wet the bed or misidentified numbers and letters on flash cards.

[...]

During closing arguments Monday, [Deputy District Attorney Darryl] Stallworth whipped the air with a switch and slapped his own palm with a belt as he described how Hill allegedly beat his son during the last month of his life.

Instead of putting the 40-pound toddler to bed at night, "the defendant put him in a casket," Stallworth told jurors, urging them to return a verdict of first-degree murder.

The boy died Sept. 20, 2003, of multiple injuries, including a blood clot in the brain.

[...]

The defense attorney questioned whether some of the injuries could have been inflicted by Kymberly Ford, Cha Cha's stepmother, when Ford was alone with the boy.

Ford, who also testified in the trial, was released from prison more than a month ago after serving part of a four-year sentence on a child-abuse charge for allowing the assaults to occur.

I'll never understand people who beat an education into their children. Don't they understand the negative association the child will have with the learning experience? It'll always be something they associate with pain and torment. The good thing about all this is that people who harm children are the most loathed in prison. This cat should expect a royal welcome by The Sisters the moment he hits Gen Pop.

On another note, and I don't mean this in an insensitive way, is 40 pounds the standard weight for a three-year old? It seems a little heavy. I'm not sure, so I figured I'd ask.


SFGate.com: Oakland man convicted in 3-year-old son's death
Jury undecided on murder charge
posted by Lo @ 10:11 AM   6 comments
Selective Morality Is The New Black (Or, "I Was A Teenage Ho, But I'm Clean Now").
Talk about sending mixed messages. The Donald lets one skank keep her title...

...yet fires another for doing basically the same thing.

Miss Nevada USA was stripped of her title Thursday after racy photos of her appeared on the Internet, pageant officials said.

Some of the photos show Katie Rees, 22, kissing other young women, exposing one of her breasts and pulling down her pants to show her thong underwear at a party in Tampa, Fla.

"Katie Rees has been relieved of her duties as Miss Nevada USA 2007," said Paula M. Shugart, president of the Miss Universe Organization, which owns the Miss USA pageant and others.

Rees' dismissal comes two days after Miss USA Tara Conner was allowed to keep her tiara when she admitted underage drinking at New York bars and agreed to go into rehab and undergo drug testing.

Both titleholders were some nasty-ass skanks, but unfortunately for Miss Nevada, she was silly enough to have pictures floating about. To wit (that's her in the red):

Lovely, no?

So wholesome and All-American.

Her parents must be bursting with pride.

"Katie wants the public to know she was 17 and had a lapse in judgment. This was an isolated incident that occurred more than five years ago when she was a minor."

The above photos don't look isolated to me. In fact, she seems to be the most aggressive in the bunch, which leads me to believe she's quite comfortable with what she's doing.

I guess Trump can handle knowing these girls are buckwild as long as he doesn't have to see it. Too late. TMZ.com has more pics HERE.

New York Daily News - Breaking News - Miss Nevada USA fired over naughty Internet pictures
TMZ.com: Naughty Miss Nevada Stripped of Her Title
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
Life Is Like A Box Of Bullets.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Stories like this always astonish me.

A makeup artist nominated for an Oscar for her work in "Forrest Gump" shot her husband and killed herself in their home, authorities said Wednesday.

Hallie D'Amore, 64, and her 65-year-old photographer husband, Richard, were found dead Friday by co-workers who were concerned when she failed to show up for work, police Detective Mike DePasquale said.

There was no sign of a struggle or forced entry, and a gun was found, authorities said. The Los Angeles County coroner's office has ruled the deaths a murder-suicide.

[...]

"They'd been having marital problems," he said. "That's what the neighbors and family were telling us - and maybe monetary problems that created stress."

The couple recently celebrated their 22nd anniversary.

This kind of thing seems like it's becoming more and more common. I'll never understand the person that takes you out and then takes him/herself out right behind you. What is that, anyway? Some twisted game of "first one to the other side wins"?

And she did this after 22 years of marriage. You'd think they'd have worked the kinks out after all that time. I guess this was unkinkable, so she worked it out herself.


AP (via Miami Herald.com): Oscar nominee shoots husband, self
posted by Lo @ 11:48 AM   5 comments
The Definition Of An Ignoramus.
A dangerous ignoramus, at that.


So he's determined to be a Lone Ranger on this, no matter how much he's advised to the contrary. And apparently, no one's able to stop him.

Maybe he's not the ignoramus, after all. Maybe we are for continuing to let this go on. The people have forgotten how to force accountability from our leaders. We do have the power. "Watergate," anybody?

posted by Lo @ 10:37 AM   8 comments
Behold, A Child Reptile Shall Be Born.
Hail Flora, full of lizards?

Scientists report of two cases where female Komodo dragons have produced offspring without male contact.

Tests revealed their eggs had developed without being fertilised by sperm - a process called parthenogenesis, the team wrote in the journal Nature.

One of the reptiles, Flora, a resident of Chester Zoo in the UK, is awaiting her clutch of eight eggs to hatch, with a due-date estimated around Christmas.

Hmmm. Immaculate conception. Due date is Christmas.

If three wise men show up, I'm gonna start to get realllllll suspicious.

And scared.


BBC News: 'Virgin births' for giant lizards
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   11 comments
Do Ask, Do Tell.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Fellas...or ladies (if you be so inclined)...if one of your ex-girlfriends that you were still on good terms with asked you for an honest assessment of what her peeper looked like, would you tell her?

Being friends with your exes is generally not encouraged, but it can result in worthy elucidations of your character. Or your genitals.

I need you to tell me what my vagina looks like,” I instant message my most significant and trusted ex-boyfriend.

His reply blinks on my screen a few seconds later: “Uhhh . . . like a beautiful flower?

“Less gay,” I implore.

“A carburetor,” he deadpans, doubtlessly tittering over the slope of whichever bong is obscuring his computer screen.

And then he adds:

If this is about, ‘Do I need a labiaplasty?’ . . . the answer is no.

This exchange doesn’t say anything about my ex-boyfriend’s extra-sensory awareness of what I happen to be researching at any given time for any given story. No, it underscores the fact that suddenly—very suddenly—labiaplasty and other so-called “vaginal rejuvenation” surgeries have shown up on the list of Things People Actually Do.

Yup. And women are doing it with greater frequency than you might think. As the demand for revitalized snappers goes up, so does the incidence of specialists who can help give you one.

Take this guy, for instance.

His name is Red M. Alinsod, M.D., FACOG, FACS, ACGE (<==lotta credentials there, Red). And if your cooter's tor' up from the floor up, he'll happily help you fix it. Isn't that nice of him? Here's what he'll do:
First, the labiaplasty.

Labiaplasty recontours mostly the labia minora, the smaller lips, to make the vagina more appealing in the way it looks and more comfortable in its function,” he explains. “It also encompasses the surgery for the labia majora, the larger lips. That surgery is done when the lady has excess skin, or baggy or loose skin of the labia majora, and it is unappealing to the lady.”

Next, the vaginoplasty.

Vaginoplasty narrows the diameter of the vagina and reconstructs the floor of the vagina,” says Dr. Alinsod, “so that a wide-open vagina can become tighter and create more friction for a woman when she’s having sexual relations. Vaginoplasty is a modification of a standard gynecological surgery called a posterior repair, which is a surgery to fix a defect in the floor of the vagina from a bulge, usually from the rectum, which is like a hernia in the vagina.”

There you have it. You can trade those elephant ears you've got for cooter lips for something less flappy, and you can get your tunnel tightened, to boot. Old peepers can become new peepers. Even grannies can get all brand-new.

Click HERE if you want to see some BEFORE AND AFTER pics of new peeps.

What a country!!! What a world!!!

Orange County Weekly: Yes, Vagina, There is a Santa Claus
posted by Lo @ 11:33 AM   9 comments
When Was The Last Time You Got "Crossed"?
Or were you a "crosser"?

Last night, I was reading a piece in LA Weekly by a 6'2 black man named Art Nixon. He was musing on the various experiences he's had while walking through his peaceful neighborhood in Los Feliz. A common refrain seemed to resonate. I'm going to excerpt part of it here. Does any of this feel familiar to you?
White people — old, young, middle aged, even teenagers — would cross the street when they saw me strolling in their direction. Even white men who seemed to be in their 20s would, more often than not, cross the street when I approached. Soon, even at a distance, I started to be able to sense when they, particularly the women, were preparing to cross the street as I drew near: First comes the sudden interest in where their wallets are. Then comes the pat down — is it in the purse; is it in the back pockets, or is it the jacket pocket? What a relief... it’s in the purse... perhaps the purse would be more snatch-proof if the strap were looped over the head and worn in the style of the old pony express mail carriers, from one shoulder and across the body.

I’ve seen these women do double takes when they look up to see that I’ve beaten them to the punch and crossed the street first.

One day after emerging from the subway at Vermont and Sunset, instead of hopping onto the shuttle bus I decided to walk up the hill to Los Feliz Boulevard. I eventually settled into a floating, meditative zone in which I was able to observe the world in what I felt was an honest way. I noticed a young woman who, at first glance, appeared very trendy with her crimson hair and black leather ensemble. She looked up from the bus bench, saw me and, in one smooth effort, quickly drew her two colorful, expensive-looking shopping bags closer to her as I passed by. As an afterthought, I did something I rarely do — I looked back at her and caught her glaring after me. That’s when it became clear: This 20-something woman actually knew that I would no sooner snatch her bags than I would apologize to her for the fact that I was wearing a suit and tie and not pushing a shopping cart filled with all my worldly belongings. But I got what she was doing.

It’s this: In today’s P.C. world, even the most intractable haters wouldn’t dream of calling me a nigger aloud (except, maybe, the indomitable Mr. Richards, who apparently does dream, and in color to boot). These days, the more sophisticated way to get the N word across loud and clear is to simply act it out. That’s what this woman’s intense stare was about while she gathered her bags close to her. It wasn’t fear at all. It was more like, “There, I still get to let you know what I think of you.” Now, another question presented itself. If the folks in this neighborhood weren’t frightened that I was going to rob them, molest them, say something weird or even make eye contact with them, then what was really taking place?

The answer was obvious, but shrouded by the hip accouterments of the supposedly liberal, urban sophisticate of the independent bookstores, book signings, cineastes’ queues, Mini Coopers, coffeehouses, biscottis, delicate tattoos, pierced bellies, yoga, Pilates and, of course, political correctness across the board. In spite of all this, when these folks cross the street to avoid me on the residential byways of Los Feliz, it registers as a silent scream of “Oh my God... nigger.” For some it may be almost instinctual, even mean. For most, crossing the street is probably nothing personal, just a wistful nod toward a collective memory when life was so much safer and simpler.

Been there, felt that? Been there, done that? Ever been on the receiving end of the paranoid, condescending street-cross? Ever cross the street when you saw a black man (or woman) coming your way? Ever have someone opt to not get on the elevator with you? Ever not get on the elevator because there was something black waiting inside?

We all know we know this drill.

LA Weekly: Black Man Walking
posted by Lo @ 10:15 AM   19 comments
And On The Eighth Day...
...He made a tranny?

A transgendered woman who was told to use the men's room at Loehmann's has filed a complaint alleging discrimination by the discount retail chain.

Jane Galla, who describes herself as a regular Loehmann's shopper, says in a complaint filed Dec. 1 with the city Commission on Human Rights and announced yesterday that she was denied access to the Chelsea store's fitting rooms and rest rooms.

"I felt humiliated when I was publicly told to use the men's fitting room" in April, the woman said through a statement from the Transgender Legal Defense and Education Fund. "I've been living as a woman for 3-1/2 years and can no longer use a men's fitting room."

A commission official noted the city's human rights law was amended in 2002 to cover individuals in a "gender identity class" but had no comment on the complaint.

I wonder if they figured men would be more welcoming seeing what appeared to be a woman among them than women would be by what appeared to be a man.

Heck, these days you can't really tell who's what anymore, so what's the big deal.

New York Daily News: Tranny sues Loehmann's for bias
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   16 comments
Why Won't Men Report Being Raped?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Is it their egos? A manhood issue?

A rapist who preys on young men has struck five times in the Houston area since mid-September, and police said Monday there may be even more victims, but they are too ashamed to come forward.

The rapist typically stalks, robs and sexually assaults his victims at gunpoint, apparently choosing them at random and attacking them near or inside their homes, police said. The most recent attack was Nov. 30.

"I wish we had a link between the victims, because we might have a better chance of catching him," said Lt. Richard Whitaker of the police department in Baytown, where two of the attacks took place. "We don't have any affirmative links at all."

He said some victims may be reluctant to come forward because of their ages and "a pride thing" that makes men more reluctant to acknowledge being the victim of a sex crime.

Investigators believe that rape is the motive, even though some victims were robbed. DNA testing is under way in an effort to identify the attacker.

In some cases, the attacker approached his victim outside their home. Other times, he broke into the home.

What happens to a man when he keeps this kind of violation to himself? Is it life-changing, or are men socialized to just keep rolling as though it never happened?

reviewjournal.com: Rapist Preys on Men in Houston Area
posted by Lo @ 12:28 PM   13 comments
The Worst Of Both Worlds.
Neither of these is a desirable way to go, but to get them both at once?

A small airplane apparently took a nose-dive into a tank of raw sewage near Gilroy on Monday afternoon.

Gilroy police Sgt. Kurt Svardal said authorities have no idea where the plane was from or where it was going. The aircraft came pretty much straight down into a holding tank filled with raw sewage at a sewage treatment facility. It was too dangerous for even a dive team to go into the water and check for bodies or the tail number of the plane, which would indicate who owned it and where it was from.

Planes already make me nervous and I'm a bit of a germophobe. I can't even fathom a scenario like this.

SFGate.com: Small plane crashes into sewage tank
posted by Lo @ 11:39 AM   7 comments
Either Castro Is Immortal...
...or he's dead and has world's best spin machine.

Cuban officials told a group of visiting US legislators that Fidel Castro does not have cancer or a terminal illness.

It was the most comprehensive denial yet of rampant rumors about the ailing leader's health, the head of the US delegation said yesterday.

Representative Jeff Flake, a Republican from Arizona, said Cuban officials did not provide further details on the 80-year-old leader's health, but they did say that he would eventually return to public life.

"All the officials have told us that his illness is not cancer, nor is it terminal, and he will be back," Flake said in a telephone interview.

Castro's medical condition has been a state secret since he had surgery for intestinal bleeding in late July and temporarily ceded power to his younger brother Raúl Castro. He has not been seen publicly since July 26.

Ten-to-one Castro's been dead since July 27th and they're just keeping up the ruse. Ol' boy is probably compost at this point, but his people could easily keep this act going for at least another year.

Castro's illness not terminal, Cuban officials tell US delegates
posted by Lo @ 10:11 AM   8 comments
Officer, This Is An Outrage!!!
Guess customer service in the 'hood ain't as quality as it used to be.

A North Carolina woman was arrested after complaining to a police officer that the crack cocaine she had just purchased wasn't very good, authorities said.

Eloise D. Reaves, 50, approached the Putnam County sheriff's deputy at a convenience store Friday, telling him that another man had sold her "bad crack" that contained wax and cocaine.

She pulled an alleged crack rock out of her mouth and placed it on the deputy's car for inspection, the Palatka Daily News reported for Tuesday editions.

The deputy told Reaves that she would be arrested if the crack tested positive for cocaine.

She was charged with possession of cocaine and bonded out for $1,504.

Heck, sometimes you just gotta ask the law for assistance, especially when you feel like you've been taken, but maybe this woman should have thought about it first. I guess when you've got an addiction like crack, all that matters is getting your hands on it. Anything that gets in the way of that is simply unacceptable.

The Dallas Morning News: Woman tells cop she bought 'bad crack'
posted by Lo @ 9:05 AM   7 comments
For The (Nasty) R&B Lover In You.
Monday, December 18, 2006
In case you didn't catch it, Justin Timberlake was the host of Saturday Night Live this past weekend.

The best bit of the entire night was a video spoof he did with SNL regular Andy Samberg (of the brilliant, now-legendary video spoof "Lazy Sunday"). Shamelessly entitled "Dick in a Box," their video was a paean to those scandalous R&B love songs with lyrics and subject matter that we all know are a wee bit (or way) nasty, but have grooves so irresistible, you can't help but flow with the music and sing along (think damn near every R. Kelly ballad from the past fourteen years, e.g., "Bump 'n' Grind" and "