Neutrogena powervibrator – er, cleanser

A commercial for the Neutrogena Wave completely disturbed me the other night. I was watching t.v., and out pops this perky Disney teenager Vanessa Hudgens,

whose nude photos surfaced on the internet less than 6 months ago. She’s all bubbly, doing the fresh-faced Neutrogena spokesgirl role, a la Jennifer Love Hewitt. She introduces the

Neutrogena Wave Power Cleanser, a vibrator-shaped device that requires one AA battery to operate. It’s water-resistant, so one can use it in the shower, and it has an “attachment head”.
So basically,
It’s a VIBRATOR FOR YOUR FACE.

I wonder if this came up as a concern during a meeting of Neutrogena product developers…

Walt, you know that this device looks and acts like a vibrator, right?

Well, it’s multi-functional. I hear vibrators and claiming your sexuality is in for women these days.

I also wonder if they picked Hudgens up before or after the surfacing of her revealing photos to salaciously pimp the Wave…

fierce

So, as most know, Christian won Project Runway. I was elated, and got misty eyed when he won. I love his antics, style, “squid hair”, and flippant attitude.

I happened to catch Saturday Night Live, and Amy Poehler (aka Gob Bluth’s wife) did a great rendition of him here.

“make me a maze i can’t find my way out of”

Dear Dana Schutz, you are an amazing human.

I saw Dana speak today at a local college, and she was, to say the least, inspiring. From her midwestern charm, to her digression on acid washed jeans (“I mean I don’t know anyone who does horseback riding that much.”), to her abstract colorful paintings that could be seen as gruesome at times, I became enamored by her during her 60- minute long slide presentation. I mean, the girl took up Republican talk radio just to understand why her friend “converted” to Republicanism.

From her robotic representation of P.J. Harvey to her “I’m into…series” (where she bases a painting on someone who is into things like minimalist tattoos or gardening or Jesus) to painting a series of mates she made up for her friends (“the red hair makes him sensitive”), to her painting of the autopsy of Michael Jackson, to a series on the last man on earth (“he might have had a comb over because maybe worked at an office”) who she killed off in a next painting, each piece had character, a narrative, and so much thought and intent behind it.

oh, hello!

So, this is my first blog. If you don’t know what “weinerdog” is an allusion to, I suggest you watch Todd Solondz’s Welcome to the Dollhouse.