One Man’s Angel Is Another Man’s Demon

The “victory lap” the NRA/ILA took at their convention last week for having defeated the already flimsy gun-control measures in Congress was so appalling that my opinion was numbed for a few days, my mind snickering in ongoing disbelief. They even trotted out Sarah Palin, looking and behaving ever more the nightmarish ventriloquist’s dummy …

The Welcome Demise of the Modern Misanthrope

“You walk in a room and hate everyone,” a Greek lover said to me a little while back. “You are misanthropos.” Seeing as we were lying in each other’s arms after a party I’d just thrown for a dozen or so friends, at first I didn’t know where he was getting that one from.  He couldn’t have read my earlier blog posts when I joked about being a modern misanthrope, …

Poly Is Kinda Crackers

The marriage equality movement swirling out of Washington, D.C. has the punditocracy declaring an inevitable victory for the good guys.  Eventually.  But all along the defenders of traditional marriage have made some valid points: Once you redefine marriage as not being just between one man and one woman, what’s stopping people from marrying their favorite goat, as Bill O’Reilly famously pointed out?  I suppose if batty heiresses …

Imagining Lagerfeld: Symposium in the Sex Shop

Whenever the Paris collections roll around, I’m reminded I haven’t touched base with my imaginary best friend, Karl Lagerfeld.  As some readers may recollect, he and I have had our discussions—none of which have ended well, sadly—first over a gourmet sandwich, then at rock-n-roll Ralphs in Hollywood (during which he tried to brain me with a canister of Ajax), and over a workout at Golds Gym.  …

Nosebleeds No More: The End of the Platform Shoe

Gentle reader,

Since Scott was away on New Year’s Eve, I pulled my velvet blazer on over my plaid pajamas and spent the evening at home with my elderly widowed friend, Mrs. Clicquot.  A new year was upon us and I was thinking about what we’d be doing differently in the coming months, especially about a couple of articles that I’d read recently—one in Harper’s and the other in Vogue—that seemed to toll the death knell …

Help Me, J.J. Abrams. You’re My Only Hope

Well, you weren’t my only hope. I had lots of options, but I could certainly have done worse. And by “I” I mean adults who are obsessed with movies about cute robots and ray guns.

There was a great disturbance in the Internet this week when Lost creator and Star Trek rebooter J.J. Abrams was hired to direct the forthcoming Star Wars movie, an event that singlehandedly snuffed out the once-promising “Who is going to direct the new Star Wars movie?” cyber industry. Now half of the entertainment page at Huffington Post …

WATCH: How to Shoot Dancers

The more videos that are added to Sigur Rós‘ Valtari Mystery Film Experiment, their on-going collaboration with filmmakers and artists, the deeper our appreciation for the esoteric Icelandic wailers.  …

Why Sterling Archer Is My New Straight Boyfriend

I guess I have a bit of explaining to do.  Given that PFC’s demographic apparently skews thirty to forty-five, most of our readers might not be aware of the salty adult animated comedy series Archer currently in its fourth season on FX. (‘Salty’ is my new favorite adjective since our contributor Eric Baker referred to this site that way as a warning to the readers of his own blog before linking them here.)  …