Some people like it hot

"But I'm a lady!"

Some people don't like to ask for directions.

Some people try to drive after having had too much cocaine for breakfast.

Some people get mad when drag brunch has limited seating, and they're arrived too late.

Some people (like Edward Snowden?) will do anything to attend the NSA retirement benefits seminar.

Some people ram the gate at one of the entrances to Fort Meade, one of scarier, allegedly more secure outposts on the high-concept War on Terror, this side of Gitmo.

Some people don't want to call this an act of domestic terrorism.

Some people apparently like it hot.

Some people.

Fashion statement

Capture from the NPR website

"To my loved ones: A bohemian artist has kidnapped me and forced me to play dress up with him, putting me in the most foppish clothing imaginable.

"Unless you pay $10 billion (in untraceable bills to a Nigerian prince) by midnight tonight, he will release the photos he has taken of me to the worldwide press, humiliating me for eternity and causing the stockholders for my widget-manufacturing enterprise to question my sanity and send company finances into a tailspin.

"lease help. Sincerely yours, Uncle Belmonde Jetset Hoi-Poloi III."

A failed blackmail attempt mayhaps, but the photos *are* fun.

If for no other reason than Ike Ude has an interesting, fascination vision.

Plus the fact that I'm sure the wealthy art benefactors seem to have no clue at how absolutely ridiculous the artist has made them look.

Thus this isn't so much a fashion statement. More of a question, really.

Working for a living

Still awaiting my opportunity to become a diamond-studded whore of the oligarchs.

Got to give up $7.3 million

Robin Thicke performing in 2013 by Melissa Rose;
Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 2.0

I have been a fan of Marvin Gaye's "Got to Give It Up" since it was first released in the late 1970s. I have repeatedly heard Robin Thicke and Pharrell Williams' "Blurred Lines." (Who hasn't? Like a drunk guy at a party, it was pretty much inescapable for a while.) I have no idea where the line is between inspiration and plagiarism.

So I'm familiar with both songs, although admittedly one more so than the other. Having said that, I never noticed a strong similarity between the two. I never had a "how dare they!" moment where I smelled ripoff and wanted to condemn the song solely for its sound.

For its lyrical content, that's another matter.

I think there's a Marvin Gaye "woooh!" lifted and embedded in "Blurred Lines." There's a similar percolating beat. Perhaps more lies underneath, when you take a note-for-note accounting of the two, but I just don't hear it. A vague similarity? Maybe. But couldn't that be ascribed to inspiration more than plagiarism? I'll leave that for the experts, but goodness knows, content is locked down enough already by overzealous copyright owners. (Hello, Disney!) I shudder to think that this might usher in a new era of lawsuits trying to parse the line between plagiarism and inspiration, all the while filling the coffers of certain companies, lawyers, and individuals that have the clout and power to sue.

Regardless, there is one bright ray in the midst of this dark cloud.

If for just a moment it wipes that smug smile off of Robin Thicke's cocky mug, if it spares us a few rotations of that incredibly sexist video on TV or YouTube, it will have all been worth it. Every penny of the $7.3 million.

Sorry, Pharrell. I respect you--just not your choice in songwriting partners.