What the hell is going on this video? First we see an adult human ass peeking through a hole in a wall, so perfectly chiseled that you wonder for a moment whether it doesn't belong to a department-store mannequin. Then the mallets come out, and the men start swinging.
I really like Kim Kardashian. I usually have nothing but disdain for celebrities, or celebrities in training. There is not a thing less interesting, or useful in the world, than an "artist" of dubious talent who has risen to fleeting fame because of sex connections, family connections, or money connections. But I think Kim is great. Here's why: She asks nothing of her fans. She's not all like: Download my new .mp3! Or: Sit through my new three-hour movie about the end of earth and how we all have to eat corn now! She hawks no talent. She knows what her best asset is, and she plays it up. She has a truly remarkable butt, so she showed it naked on the cover of Paper. Why go through the trouble of being a "singer" or an "actress" when you can just be a butt? Kim knows.
Anthony Ray, aka Sir-Mix-A-Lot, has finally weighed in on the culture's recent bout of booty mania. And thank God he has.
There is no "take"; there are only butts.
You've got a bunch of permanent markers, five lines, and a serious craving for drawing a great butt. Now what?
It's a Tuesday night in late July. New York City's bones feel hollow. Even the Internet is running dry. You tried Williamsburg, but the women all seem to be away, off somewhere you can't see, in bikinis. So what's a thirtysomething East Village man—one with an extremely specific urge involving star tattoos and chunky glasses and a playfully defiant glimpse of a tauntingly bare "female hipster" ass—supposed to do?