Rumblings: Old Ladies Still Giving Out Pennies And Razor-Laden Apples This White-O-Ween
>>> Karen Heller jumps on the little-girls-in-slutty-Halloween-costumes beat just a few days after someone else at the Inky already did. To make it pop, though, she includes references to Tila Tequila (she seems to really relish calling this poor retarded a woman a bisexual “tramp”) and, um, thongs. Actually, we take it all back. We have no idea whatsoever what this column is really about. [Inky]
>>> We love this: White-O-Ween, the Fairmount phenom in which the white chilluns trick-or-treat just a few nights before the, erm, non-white, is BACK! We wrote about this last year, but this year it has a new twist: It’s being framed as a convenience for working parents. On behalf of black children and working parents everywhere, Fairmount, let us be the first to say it: Go fuck yourselves. It’s candy. Spend an extra five bucks. [PhillyBlog]
>>> And the award for Halloween zinger of the moment goes to none other than Barack Obama, in town last night for some debate or something. Asked what he was going to be for Halloween, he said he “would accompany his two young daughters trick-or-treating wearing a Mitt Romney mask, which has ‘two sides to it; it goes in both directions.’” That’s two Halloween put-downs of bisexuals now. If there’s any more, we’ll let you know. [USNews]
October 31st, 2007 at 11:59 am
White-o-ween originated in South Philly.
Don’t just be callin out Fairmount!
This whole town’s racially fucked.
W-O-W woulda caught on REAL BIG in Fishtown, but it has been “unnecessary” ’cause nobody who’s black is really allowed into the Triangle to begin with.
October 31st, 2007 at 12:54 pm
And yet we’ve warned people to stay inside on Mischief Night the day before this post.
October 31st, 2007 at 2:55 pm
I so can’t stand Karen Heller. She’s a good candidate for Zoloff. Every column she writes is something negative, I particularily can’t stand her review of Annie Lebowitz’s “A Photographer’s Life: 1990-2005″, based on her life partner Susan Sontag’s life and death. For someone like the very private Lebowitz to allow us to see this photo essay of Sontag’s life and death, and then to have Heller question why Lebowitz decided to share that part of her life now, saying it was unnecessary, misses the whole point of the book as a tribute to the love and life she shared with Sontag and the images she captured.