The Last Dance
The ESPN Michael Jordan documentary “The Last Dance” is fantastic. On Netflix.
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The ESPN Michael Jordan documentary “The Last Dance” is fantastic. On Netflix.
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“Outcry” on Showtime is fantastic. Watch the whole thing. It’s worth the journey.
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This Sonny Liston documentary on Showtime is terrific. It’s based on a book by Shaun Assael. From a sharecropping family to the boxing ring to the Las Vegas mob, it seems Liston never had a chance.
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The new Netflix documentary about Aaron Hernandez, “Killer Inside,” is 100% gripping and fascinating. I’m not really sure why this limited series is so compelling, since it’s not the most artful series ever created, but it doesn’t shy away from allowing the story to be complex, layered, and unspool over time. Watch it.
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Not long ago, I went to a strip club in the San Fernando Valley where porn stars and strippers were engaged in cage fighting. I expected it to be something like the WWE, but in reality it was a bit more like the UFC. I spoke to several of the fighters -- all women -- and it occurred to me that maybe fighting wasn't so different from stripping or performing in the adult business. It's about pushing yourself to extremes, taking your body to its limits, and enjoying the spectacle.
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I really enjoyed this movie. (It's on Netflix.) The acting in it is sort of jarringly real, and every character in it is very carefully crafted. One could describe it as "Good Will Hunting" meets "Trouble with the Curve," but that would be annoying. It's about a kid with a case of the yips, and his father, who is a dick, and what it's like when everyone wants you to be something you're not sure you are and you don't even know who you are yet. This is a fine case of the director getting out of the way of the dialogue and the actors and just letting things flow. That means, as a member of the audience, you're not exactly entertained as much as you are engaged. You feel you are in the flow, too. Of course, this is the trick to unlocking the trouble with the kid. He has become fixated on success, when he should only be caring about fun. Although, it isn't really fun, is it? To be not only good at something but great at it. It's kind of a burden, or a cross you bear, and because you don't know why you're so good, sometimes all you can do is just sit there and stare.
I binge-watched "Last Chance U" this weekend on Netflix, and it's great. NB: I'm not even really a football fan. Of course, the series isn't really about football at all. It's about how hard it is to get ahead when you've grown up hard, and it's about how to deal with life when it starts to rain shit. It's beautifulLY shot and artfully edited. Really, it's a gorgeous, complicated exploration about what it means to be a young black man in the South. The characters it follows most closely are examined with compassionate intimacy; you get to dwell in the complications of a coach who doesn't always do what he says and players who are deeply conflicted about making it big. The timing is also perfect. This isn't a Cinderella story. Its ending is as complex as its start.
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1. Breathing
2. Remembering the combinations (jab, cross, hook, what?)
3. Holding the pads for the other woman who is trying to kick them
4. Pushups
5. Not sweating
6. Keeping my hands near my chin so I don't get clocked
7. Throwing a punch/kick and putting my hips into it
8. Picking up the really heavy weight balls while wearing boxing gloves
9. Putting on my wraps so they don't fall off in the middle of class
10. Splits
1. My upper body strength is hell.
2. I do better when I try and kick the boxing head gear off the top of the stand than when I'm trying to kick the air.
3. Those walking lunges are tiring.
4. I have about 25 minutes of go before I think: Oh, no.
5. I really, really like it, mostly because it's physically and mentally challenging.
6. My hips are tight.
7. Most of the other people at the gym are men. But not all of them.
8. If I go to ladies kickboxing class on Thursday night, I will get better faster.
9. Boxing is fun!
10. Working up a good sweat is a good thing.
Porn Star Lisa Ann reveals all:
Most stories of NBA players getting hustled do not shock me since I’ve probably heard the worst from girls talking on porn sets about the things they do to players. I’ve heard girls say they make sure he is married or in a relationship before going back to his hotel with him. Once there they wait for their moment alone with his wallet and take photos of all of his credit cards and his ID. The final part of the plan is blackmail. You would be shocked how many NBA players have had been blackmailed in an effort to keep their privacy. My guess is a minimum of 25 percent of NBA players have dealt with blackmail at some point in their career. I’ve heard girls brag about long-term hustles where they have a player paying their rent and expenses just to keep them quiet and out of their family life.
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In today's edition of Bollea v Gawker, the court watched a video of Heather Clem's deposition, in which she wept while recounting the details behind her videotaped sexual encounter with Hulk Hogan.
"I was asked to go to Mr. Bollea's room by my husband, and I did," Clem said, using Hogan’s real name, Terry Bollea.
Her recollection contradicted Hogan’s own testimony that Clem had hounded him for sex during a time when he was particularly vulnerable because of his divorce from Linda Hogan.
"Did Mr. Clem generally pick who you had sex with?" she was asked during the deposition shown to the St. Petersburg, Fla., jury.
"On the occasion that I had sex with someone other than him, yes," Clem replied.
When she realized Bubba had recorded her with Hogan she became upset and demanded the video be destroyed, Clem said.
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Alec Baldwin's wife is really into yoga.
I spent some time this morning watching a live feed of the Hulk Hogan vs Gawker Media sex tape trial of the moment. According to Reuters, one of the highlights was a debate over whether or not "Mr Bollea's penis had" any "news value." Watching the editor who wrote the post get sweated on the stand mostly made me just feel bad. Like, OMGSEX. On the one hand, I feel bad for the Hulk. On the other hand, the prosecution makes you feel like sexual curiosity is the most pathological thing possible. People are curious about others' sex lives. This is human nature. I keep flipflopping on who I think will win. Ideologically, I'm with Gawker, but they're not doing themselves any favors in the deposition department. I'm curious to see how this ends.
Apparently, a rugby player nearly lost his manhood in a tackle.
“There’s a photo of me screaming in pain, and I finished out the half. The pain was alright and then at half-time I was like, I’ve got to have a look. I checked on it and the skin is half ripped off and I was like, ‘Shit, where’s the doctor? Where’s the doctor?’
“They had to go and get the UTC doctor and he came in and checked it out and he was like, ‘Oh man, you’re going to have to go and get stitches,’ so I had to go to the clinic that night and they had to put 11 stitches around it to put the skin back together.
“I showed all the boys and they were pissing themselves laughing. In all of my career I’ve never heard of anyone having anything like that happen – 11 stitches in the dick."
I've been getting more into Pilates lately and have been seeing and feeling a difference which is cool. At home, I sometimes do this Pilates DVD with Brooke Siler. You don't need any special equipment for it, and the fact that she's built like a stalk of asparagus is inspiring.
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"Should 'Slut' Be Retired?" Anna North wants to know. History: slut was bad, then it was good, now it's bad again. Apparently. Fucking tiresome!
Some asshat wrote a book called I Am Not a Slut. (Congrats on that.) The author, polysyllabic, claims: the word slut "is too dangerous to be reclaimed." Fucking A.
I need a trigger warning for this op-ed. I need a trigger warning for women who need trigger warnings. I need a trigger warning for trigger warnings. I need a trigger warning for women who think the word slut is "dangerous."
Thankfully, some women are still sluts and proud. "Just Fucked Edelman No Lie" is this week's slut hero. Slutty and proud! Slutty and uploading it! Sluttiness maximized! You go, slut! That chick wins the XLIX Superbowl of sluts, in my book.
There are many following paragraphs in which intensely dull people share convoluted ideas regarding sluthood ad infinitum.
As I noted on my Twitter, in Porn Valley, one director used to refer to his stars on his box covers (remember those?!) as cum dumpsters. So take your "slut," and shut up.
Look, a plus-sized model, Ashley Graham, is featured in an ad in Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue. Everyone is excited.
"'I know my curves are sexy and I want everyone else to know that theirs are too. There is no reason to hide and every reason to flaunt,' Graham says in a statement," reports everybody.
Girl looks good. Thick is the new thin.
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