“I Mean…What?!?” – Abe Gurko

I’m an avid New York Times reader. The Grey Lady has been etched in my mind as the “go to” publication (now website) for vital information, news of the day, critical opinions, the barometer of the zeitgeist. However, the Style section is so out of touch and not interesting, that it boggles the mind. Today’s lead story declares this is the “Age of Nice”. First of all, how is that style? The article points out the lamest reasons too:… Read More »

Well, shut my mouth. And that is hard to do. Kara DioGuardi blasted me and America away with her unexpectedly fantastic rendition of Vision of Love / pissing contest with that wanna-be Miss USA, “bikini girl’ Katrina Darrell. By the way, Kara won hands down not only for singing, but the body-ody-ody. Until that moment, I was reserving judgment on Kara, the newest member of the Idol judges. And I was really not feeling that finale song that she co-wrote, especially not for Adam, if he had won, which he didn’t…but he did, ’cause winning that title is the kiss… Read More »

Recently I pointedly pointed out how silly looking The Quirky Man-Hat was and that guys who wore these too-small-for-their-head hats, looked like Man-zies. The newest addition to the “Must Not Do” list for men is wearing designer shorts. Unless of course, you don’t mind looking like a big ol’ Man-zie. The New York Times’ recent, lame-ass editorial spread on men’s looks for spring…a.k.a. MAN-SIES GALORE was all sorts of wrong. The Style section is an abomination: so after the fashion fact and past the curve of relevant. Oh and by the way, Cathy Horn needs to leave The New York… Read More »

Not winning American Idol was the best thing that could have happened to Adam Lambert. When the little foof Kris Allen won and had to start singing that incredibly horrible song by Kara (fierce abs) DioGuardi, the future was clear for Adam. Kris has to make all the traditional AI moves and Adam is going to saunter into a recording studio and do what he wants as an artist. The AI texting public is not who will ultimately make Adam a star. It’s his vision and extreme talent that will find him a massive worldwide, loyal following. Why? Rock-n-Roll Rules.… Read More »

I have avoided commenting on American Idol but couldn’t resist after last nights hullabaloo? What in tarnation was that horeene Kara DioGuardi song? She’s a judge because why? Couldn’t you just see Simon barfing at that song? I sure wish he would have been his usual twitty self with her as he’s been with every contestant since the show began. “Kara, that was self-indulgent nonsense.” With the extensive world-wide attention that this season has garnered due to the Gay vs. Christian debate, I doubt if I could add anything to what has already being said by millions of obsessed fans.… Read More »

Although I am on a quasi-vacation, this ditty caught my eye so I wanted to share the horrendosity of it all. Posh Spice’s handbag collection is worth $2,000,000. Like I care to know this? This is news? That she needs 100 Birkin bags speaks to a much larger story of neediness and self-absorption. How Beckham deals with this is a bit of a mystery to me. Seems like Guy Richie had enough of the Madonna overkill and set himself free. But, hey, who am I to judge what goes on behind closed doors. If I were the Beckhams, I’d much… Read More »

This Virgin America thing is amazing. I am blogging from outer space? I mean…what? For an email-aholic this is bliss. Anyhoo, off to Los Angeles, where I used to live for many years and happy to be going  back for a week to work and play. It always amazes me when New Yorkers have such strong feelings about how horrible Los Angeles is. “It’s so superficial, it’s so plastic, it’s so hard to get around, I hate driving.” On and on. If you don’t like driving, I can forgive you that, but don’t ever let me catch you behind the… Read More »

Do not go gently into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. So wrote Dylan Thomas as he watched his father grow frail with age. Not sure why, but I thought of this poem while reading the lead story in the New York Post about Madonna’s boy-toy…do I hate that expression…Jesus Luz. For there to be a lead story on Madonna’s poontang du jour, we must follow the bouncing publicist. This just means that Madge…a nickname I don’t really like…must have let out the Liz Rosenberg… Read More »

Perez Hilton needs to stop trashing Clay Aiken’s child. Sure, Clay Aiken has been plenty annoying since he did not win American Idol. The phenomenon of A.I. has created several out-of-the-blue superstars…and I use that term VERY loosely here. Whether Clay should continue to be fodder for Perez is one thing (even though he is on the cusp of being a has-been). But his kid…is another. Referring to “Clay Gayken and His Gayby” goes completely against Perez’s whole stance on gay rights. Problem for Perez is, he has overexposed himself through this Miss California/Miss USA scandal trying to be the… Read More »

My go-to reference for fashion is Style.com. It is by far the best website for fashion (not because my friend is an editor there) but because it has a confident, fresh voice plus the whole Vogue /  Anna Wintour thing going on behind it. It’s a frothy Vogue. Today’s story on Why Everything French Is Hot Again reminds us that the French have contributed way more to the world cultural stage than French Fries…or as George Bush so eloquently re-named them, Freedom Fries. Frankly, I think France (and I am sure the French would agree with me here) have never… Read More »