Now "2girls1cup" has just become my lame way of having done something creative, albeit conceptually creative with the day.

Labels: artist life, cat lady, chocolate rain, golden shower

I must be exhausted from having been in SF for the last three weekends but I'm getting absolutely nothing done this week. Aside from my talk at Cal State San Marcos yesterday I am very slowly slaying my work.

My friend came over and I made her and Luis the plumber watch 2girls1cup.



I kind of wish that I didn't ask Luis to watch it, because I think he misinterpreted it as a "go-ahead" to tell us all the adult video stories he has in his memory bank. It was a little scary how much he decided to "open up" to us about his knowledge on the subject of enemas, etc.

Anyway, I have a funny story about my talk at the college yesterday. There were all sorts of technical difficulties with my DVD and I found myself vamping a lot as we were fiddling with the technology. One of the students in the class was like, "Hey, so tell us about your time writing for Playgirl."

And I said something like, "Yeah, it was a really exciting thing for me as a feminist to be part of trying to revive a magazine that could possibly change that women saw their own sexuality and it was exciting to write for a magazine that attempted to create porn for women."

Then the hole I dug....

"... and yeah... I really wanted to push an Asian man issue to them. Because Asian men in porn are always taking it from behind and it would have been great to have an Asian guy on the cover you know like, here I am. (I gesture) Because there's this stereotype that Asian men aren't well endowed and that's not really true you see.... um.... um...."

I turn red. The class of 60 students starts to laugh.

"...um... so, back to the DVD I was trying to show you."


The nice thing about the San Diego gig was stopping in San Clemente for a lunch by the sea.

Labels: chocolate rain, golden shower, playgirl

I'm in the San Diego area now. It's just past midnight and I'm doing a presentation at Cal State San Marcos tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn. Professor Judy Bauerlein has invited me to speak to her Theater 101 Class about my work.

I was telling her about the "Two Girls One Cup" phenom and caught her reaction to it...

Here's Judy's surprisingly calm reaction to 2girls1cup.


There are so many things that intrigue me about "2girls1cup"-- not the video itself (there are other words I have besides "intrigue" to describe how I feel about it.)

What is so interesting about this 2girls1cup phenom is this whole culture of people recording their reactions to such a disgusting video and people forcing their friends and family members to watch other people eat poop. It's become a community of shared shock and reaction that I feel a part of. That I am in on some sort of secret, some collective experience.

2girls1cup is a community of shared trauma. We laugh because we are all in on it. We are horrified together. We share and enjoy watching each others reactions because we know what it is they saw too. There are so many parallels to the 2girls1cup community and how people came together after 9/11 or after any shared trauma in our history.

My questions are:

* Is that where we are as a culture. That it takes two girls eating poop to get us to be horrified? Is what is happening in the world already not horrific or interesting enough to react to?

* Now that so many people have witnessed poop eating, what is the next "2girls1cup"-- what's the next even more horrific thing for us to really react to?

* What collective trauma in our national history will it take for Americans to be horrified? What will shock us in 10 years? What will shock us next week?

* Are we so bored that we turn to "2girls1cup"? Or is this part of our healing? To distract ourselves with something that seems like a roller coaster ride? Like celebrity gossip, do we get involved so much with it because it's a roller coaster we can get off? Because it's like someone else's fiction-- it's low stakes to us?

What I think is interesting is:
* How people are attempting to outdo each other in these reactions. The ones that get the most hits are when the viewer barfs, when the mother or father (people you typically would not want to share these videos with) are asked to watch. The reactions themselves have to be shocking for people to want to see them.

* The reactions are residual mirrors of the original which cannot be shown on Youtube. The reaction is only as good as the original. If the reaction isn't good, then it perhaps reflects the original's ability to create emotional impact.

* The reaction will never be as "good" or as "real" the second time around. The viewer has come to expect what they see. They have "rehearsed" the emotions. And slowly it becomes normal or anticipated. Much like what has happened in our world.

So here it goes. A series of videos Judy and I made tonight. We aren't trying to "perform" but capture our real reactions of watching other stimulus, stories, and moments.

Yes, they are boring. Very boring. But unfortunately, we were already familiar with these stories already. No surprises.

Here we are reacting to the Writer's Strike. I guess if the writers would eat some poop, we'd be more interesting to watch.



Here is a reaction video of us watching a news item on Dick Cheney's heart condition. Surprisingly, Darth Cheney's face alone isn't enough to make us puke.



Here is a reaction video of us watching a amateur video taken of the twin towers going down on 9/11.


A reaction video of us watching archival footage from 2003 of the opening day of bombing (Shock and Awe) in Iraq as covered by CNN.


A reaction video of us watching "Otters Holding Hands" on Youtube. I had already seen it but Judy hadn't.




If you've seen my newest piece, 'The Years of Lying Dangerously" about dry humping, you will note a lot of parallels between this post and that show.

Labels: america makes me numb, balance, chocolate rain, golden shower

And on this totally unrelated note. There's this really disgusting video on the internet called "2 Girls 1 Cup" that is so gross that even Youtube isn't hosting it. But I was watching "Best Week Ever" and they were talking about how tons of people are posting their "reaction" videos watching it. So just a few minutes ago, Jessica and I found the video and video'd our reactions to be part of the phenomenom.

The video is so gross that even I won't even link it. What was funny is that her dog farted right when we finished the video and it was like 3-d downloading.




Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Labels: chocolate rain, golden shower

Well, so since this morning it's all kind of sinking downhill and out of my control. I get my first golden shower ever, and it's from my cat. And then the day just dwindles into total unproductivity as I follow my cat around the apartment to make sure he won't have another accident. I'm so sick and tired of this cat. As I was lifting sheets off the bed I could smell some OLD pee smell from some other blankets. I feel like some wretched monster lady and I know I'm not.

This is the thing, my apartment is pretty tidy. It is! Ever since I started working with a housekeeper. When it was messy, he didn't have accidents like this. I feel like I'm falling apart today. It's so terrible. I was all empowered and motivated this year and today, it felt like everything fell apart. I'm trying so hard to cling to the details from "The Secret" but can't. Today, I give up. I'm exhausted.

It probably doesn't help that I went on the master cleanse today. And that my stomach is totally cramping and I'm getting light headed.

I'm looking at this cat and have no clue what to do with him.

I am turning on comments now for my blog because I feel like such a sad ass lonely cat lady and need to reach out to the world. If people leave mean comments though, I'm going to turn it off.

Please tell me I'm not alone here.

Man, something is just weird about today. Doesn't feel right. I want to go to bed and do it over tomorrow.

Thanks for listening.

Labels: bad day, cat lady, cat pee, golden shower, master cleanse, neediness., the secret