. . . with some crafts & quips. She even cut one of her fans' hair, which scares me a little. (Of course, she used to cut her brother David's hair, and he turned out okay . . . mostly.)

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Video on the "wedding snub" here. Of course, there's never any way to win with weddings; someone's feelings always get hurt. But inviting Nimoy, but not Shatner? Mmm.

Shatner: "We don't either one of us have many years left on this earth."

None of us do; I'm so happy Takei got married, and I do think it would be nice if he and Shatner could mend bridges. Especially since I rather like them both, though I agree with Shatner that carrying that resentment around hasn't done Takei any good. Maybe, now that he's married, he can start to let it all go, for his own sake.

The stress of all those years in the closet . . . it must have been horrible, horrible. And it could twist a person's perceptions, particularly with a strong personality like Bill Shatner's.

And Shatner is a good man. He really is. He and the husband did a few "pitches" together (that is, they had a animated television show they shopped around a bit some time ago—Shatner's idea, fleshed out by the husband—and I like it, goddammit). No one bought the show, but the two of 'em had a lot of fun putting it together: I think Bill's sense of humor meshes well with Attila the Hub's.

So did Ben Stein's, for that matter, but that one never got off the ground, either. (Cue Charleton Heston, "Darn the luck!")

So many near misses. So many deals that just didn't quite happen. A the H keeps pitching, and I'll have to redouble my efforts as well to bring more dough into the house. There's a lot of brainpower around here that never quite sees the light of day, due to his back luck and my indolence.

Via American Digest.

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Here's Ace on "elite" vs. "establishment." Sounds like the kind of crap people pull on Angelenos every fucking day. We just yawn.

Okay, look: there are a few different ways to determine what constitutes "class" in America.

1) E.B. "Aren't Jews outside the class system, anyway?" Um, okay. Whatevs. Yawn.

2) "Who is the most intelligent? Let's reward that." Sure. Because either you were born that way, or you were given a certain level of stimulation very early on in life. That's so to your credit.

Bite me. Yawn.

3) People who were born to a certain level—defined not so much by education or financial security, but by being able to tell who manufactured a particular piece of silver without looking at the marque.

Yawn.

4) Adhering to a code of conduct which maintains that all people are equal, no matter what the externals might indicate. (This happens to be the only type of class I really recognize, personally, and it's the reason I shop in Beverly Hills: because no one ever looked at my mother funny when we shopped there together, however frayed her sweatshirts were. Their motivations might not have been pure, but they were doing the right thing.)

5) Money as a measure of class. It ain't perfect, but it's more egalitarian than any other measurement, because in this country you can always get some, if you want it badly enough.

6) "Well. At least I don't live in the Los Angeles area; I'm from New York." Okey-doke.

Yawn.

7) "Well. At least I don't live in the Los Angeles area; I'm from San Francisco." Fine. Sounds good to me. Goodness; look at the time! Yawn.

My father is fond of telling me that he's a "elite" because he subscribes to the New Yorker. No, really: He's not quoting Freakaoid he sort of means it.

"On the other hand," I tend to counter. "I read books. And I finish some of 'em."

It's like shooting fish in a fuckin' barrel. I could use a bigger barrel.

"Class." "Elite." Please define your terms. I'm going to bed.

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When times get tough, women turn to cheap cosmetics.

And the movie business boomed during the Recession: we've all heard the theories that people wanted to see more luxury on the "silver screen" as real life became more and more difficult.

I was working at The Foodie Magazine during the beginning of the economic downturn, in the shadow of 9/11 (which, you will recall, did not help). One of the points that the editor kept making was that publishing recipes was a great thing to be doing during that time. The covers stopped highlighting celebrity chefs and high-end cuisine, though: instead, we ran more chicken pot pies and pot roasts. Food that was less expensive to make, or that might be the one luxury left as people had to cut back in other areas, became the focus.

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