When I'm not getting involved in a Shakespeare production, watching a Mongolian movie, reading up on Thich Nhat Hanh, getting ready to teach Intro to Poetry by reading poems from around the world, contemplating the Kingdom of God, taking pictures of Snug, writing about my temporary blindness, remembering old times in the Silver Valley, reading the hundreds of blogs I enjoy and trying to write my own stuff, listening to ESPN radio or XM Satellite's Real Jazz (channel 70), dreaming up new ways to eat Marmite, or trying to decide whether I should take my meds or not because of how much I enjoy my vivid dreams when I don't, I sometimes go the "Go Fug Yourself" blog and read the snarky comments about the different fashions celebrities and personalities wear to different functions.
It reminds of when I used to go to the University of Oregon library and take copies of the Illustrated London News off the shelf just to read Kingsley Amis' food reviews. He wrote about restaurants in London way more expensive than anywhere I could ever go and wrote about food/dishes I will never eat; but, the writing was so clever, so funny, the analogies between food and rivers, mountains, wet newspapers, liturgical worship, etc. so brilliant, that I would read his reviews just for the pleasure of the language.
I go to "Go Fug Yourself" every once in a while for the pleasure of the pictures and the comments. For example, about the dress (?) Suzanne Somers wears in the picture below, Jessica writes:
This is what happens when a bridesmaid's dress meets a craft store fanatic: tragedy, and enough rosettes to last any woman's lifetime. Also, dyed to match shoes. However, that enormous chestral-ruff does seem like it would come in handy if you ran out of places on which to set your drink.
2 comments:
I always thought that fugly was a combo of ugly and another F word. The F word. But I like fantastically ugly a lot better. Even though its a contradictory term.
mommy dearest: You are correct. But the creators of the "fug yourself" blog classed up fug a bit...I think to make it seem more at home in the world of designer nightmares, making it sound less like a word used by a car load of U of I frat boys on a 72- pack Pabst Blue Ribbon road trip to a Silver Valley cat house.
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