A camera is a great way to make friends. Why are these boys so friendly when approached by the older, foreign pervert?
A tribute version of the Broadway musical Wicked’s “Popular Song.” Lyrics include:
“You will be popular, the right kind of popular”
“I’ll teach you to zip your fly / You won’t be that guy with a camera down his pants.”
All dressed up and smiling for the camera. White booties in a large city fascinates me.
I have terrible news to share from inner west Tokyo. This will be yet another summer of Crocs. You thought this ugly fad would have long passed, no? Recently I spotted Crocs worn by a yanki with gold lame accented sweats, as well as a rather stylish senior gentleman. The horror!
Still, I love the way this yanki is staring down my camera.
Is this a man-crush forming?
I was a little sad that in the Republican “wave,” the male Tea Baggers mostly won, while some of the craziest lady tea baggers lost, including the anti-masturbation witch (DE), world wrestling CEO (CT), “man up” Arizona know-nothing
(AZ) (NV), and the tech titans (CA).
I find some small consolation in the growing popularity of right-wing Republicans who are public cryers. Most everyone knows about Glenn Beck, but now the spotlight turns on John Boehner, the new House Speaker (OH). He cries over innocent school children, the sacrifice of the soldiers, and his hardscrabble upbringing with 11 siblings. He’s also known for his orange skin color, heavy smoking, and coziness with all sorts of big money lobbyists. The New York Times remarked on “his quivering lips and moist lashes.”
Do you think men who don’t cry on camera are less trust-worthy?!