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British men’s magazine FHM have released their “World’s Sexiest Women” rankings again. J.Lo wins the top spot again, but I was more interested in the rest of the list. Let’s see… Rachel from S Club 7, Britney, Christina, Carmen Electra, Salma Hayak, Cat Deely, Charlize Theron. Sure. Okay. But there’s one more: Alyson Hannigan. As in, Willow from “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”?? Not that she’s not sexy; I mean, I like her best out of all the ones on there. But she just doesn’t fit with the pop stars/actresses/big bum crowd, you know? Unfortunately I don’t think it was her intellect and personality that entranced the men of FHM; I rather think it had something to do with her character’s lesbian witchery. But maybe that’s just me being cynical.

Apparently girls are the root of all evil. As a feminist, even I am powerless in the face of such inexorable logic. 🙂

Ooh, more details about the Britney Spears video game: It’s going to be called “Experience Britney” (*snicker*) and it’s going to be an enhanced DVD type thing that uses “immersive technology”, which involves “her being recorded at a concert from all angles on a 360 degree plain. Using controls, the viewer could go behind Spears to watch the audience reaction, or watch the singer from the side.” Uh-huh. People are going to use the “behind Britney” viewpoint to see the audience. Riiiiight.

It’s all about cultural differences. Clinton gets egged and laughs it off. John Prescott gets egged and punches the thrower in the face. Never say Englishmen aren’t “hard”.

Remember that former aide of Fergie’s who’s been on trial for murder? Well, they found her guilty. What have we learned from this trial? 1) If you’re going to claim sexual assault, make sure you don’t make any potentially embarrassing clothing purchases while on the lam. 2) The “Hormone Defense” never works.

Belinda Carlisle of The Go-Go’s, who I used to idolize in elementary school because she was a pop star and she wore glasses, will be appearing in Playboy. I hereby rescind my respect.

Badge of Failure
I went. I really did. They denied me. Apparently little “Reena” failed to mention during my tour that when they say they close at 11:00, really that means they close down the facilities at 10:30, and they pretty much stop letting people in at 9:45. So I got the shaft.
 
In addition to said shaft, I also got my wonderful new picture ID. Isn’t it the worst photo ever? She was holding the camera, like, at my waist. And I’m wondering, “Isn’t that an odd angle to be taking–?” *click* “Okay, nevermind.” So look at me. I look like André the Giant. I look like Mount Kristuvius. I look like a giant redwood. Curse you Holmes Place.

I’m going to the health club tonight. Oh yes, as God is my witness, I’m going to the health club tonight.

Britney backs Labour. I guess this settles the question of who Snookums is going to vote for. *grin* (Yeah, he gets to vote since he’s a “colonial”, as Nick puts it. I’m reduced to being a spectator thanks to that pesky Declaration of Independence.)

A divorce lawyer in London is advertising his services with posters that read “Ditch the bitch”. His wife said the posters, including one of a woman sobbing on a bed under the headline “all men are bastards”, were funny “in a Bridget Jones sort of way”. The managing director of the advertising agency that devised the campaign said it was unlikely women would be offended “because they don’t go into men’s toilets”.
 
I’m only going to remark that that’s a really crap defense of something offensive and derogatory. Our (women-only) dorm at college decided to stop putting the “Hottie of the Week” in our dorm newsletter (which was only hung in the women’s restroom) because we felt that we wouldn’t want our fellow male students objectifying women in their dorms, whether we saw it or not. I guess our faith in some segments of the male gender was unfounded. I hope both he and the lawyer get a zillion complaints.