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 Stephon Marbury

Don’t let the kids fool you; they are more addicted to shoes than Carrie Bradshaw ever was. When I was little it was Adidas. Pumas were for sorry-ass kids who couldn’t get Adidas and had to wear bowl haircuts because their mothers couldn’t do a David Cassidy/Dorothy Hamill. And if your navy-and-white Adidas shoes matched your navy-and-white Adidas shorts that matched your navy-and-white Adidas satin bomber jacket (Joanie STILL loves Chachi, people!) that matched your white-and-navy Adidas baseball tee, you were totally happening, man.

Adidas. What did you think they were? Ain't you seen Adidas before you sorry-ass Pumaboy!Now the shoes cost more than I earn in a week and Stella McCartney is designing for them. Somebody should do something.

Somebody has.

from Popbitch:

>> Good sport <<
       Will the Starbury change the world?

 Kids only want to buy trainers if they are super-expensive and exclusive, and top sportsmen can’t be blamed for endorsing top-priced goods. Well, this conventional wisdom is being turned on its head by New York Knicks’ Stephon Marbury.

Kobe, Lebron and Michael Jordan have all put their name to $150 Nike shoes, but Marbury has made it his mission to bring out a line of shoes for poor kids. The cost of the new Starbury shoe? $15. And it’s not just a piece of tat. Marbury is wearing the shoe on court himself. 

Sold only in US discount store Steve & Barry’s (which prides itself on enabling a family to be clothed for a year for $100) the shoe has become a word-of-mouth phenomenon. Queues run outside the stores, with a two-item per person limit now enforced on the Starbury range. Marbury‘s aim is to show people just how little it really costs to make high quality sneakers.

“Two hundred to buy a pair of sneakers? That’s groceries for the week,” he says. “History is going to say Stephon Marbury changed the game.”

More:
http://www.starbury.com

Courtney Love Schoolhouse Rock: Unpack Your Expletives!

and can’t nobody unpack ’em like Courtney.

Courtney Love goes Bananas

I mean moreso. Pre-rehab style. What can you say about Courtney Love that hasn’t already been said in an arrest warrant? But you gotta luv those Banana Splits!

Operation Global Media Domination: the network situation

TIASince Hurricane Lucy Gao hit, stats haven’t been nearly as much fun to check as usual. They’ve been bigger, juicier, and technically more exotic, but only half as much fun, because I always know that my top posts are going to be Lucy Gao‘s email, Lucy Gao doesn’t need a PA, she needs an enema, and Lucy Gao Revealed, plus Beautiful Agony, the Mentos boys, and Blackzilla, which I did not realize was the name of a popular line of porn flicks when I posted it.

No, really. I didn’t.

But now it looks like the hurricane is finally winding down, and to that I say it is ABOUT FUCKING TIME!

Yes, I liked having 3300 hits a day. I liked being the #2 blog on WordPress. But I’d rather be loved for my entire blog than just for five frickin’ posts, people!!! What good is it being the Pavarotti of the goddam blogosphere if all people ever see is Lucy Fucking Gao and their beloved mango porn??? Eh? I ask you that!

In any case, it appears that the storm has abated and I have managed to keep nearly 50% of my new readers, although 10% of them have only come by googling “vanityfair.com,” for which I am the #2 result. And I’m kidding myself if I think I don’t owe it, in some sense, to Lucy Freaking Gao, who even got me a link from CBS News, FFS y’all! Even though it’s only half as good for hits as a link from the front page of WordPress. Shhhh, don’t tell the producers!

I have also learned, from my comments on Chartreuse and Guido‘s blogs, that references to the size of one’s breasts are excellent for hits, although moreso with Americans than with Brits. Benny Hill was born in the wrong country, Itellya.

In any case, I am inexpressably grateful to Graydon Carter and Vanity Fair for knocking that snobbish intern off her throne and giving me, at last, some surprises in the Stats page.

Hail our new #1 post! (which we know we owe entirely to people searching for Suri Cruise pix, but we’re not real choosy over here if you haven’t already noticed)

no state funeral for Steve Irwin

Steve and some critter 

UPDATE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION: Film at eleven?

Although Australia offered a full state funeral, in accordance with his status as a national hero/monument/insane mascot, Steve Irwin‘s family have decided to have a private funeral for him.

from The Australian, via an Absolute Stranger.

Australian
07 Sep 2006
STEVE Irwin will be buried in private after his Crikey!family declined offers of a state funeral, with his father Bob yesterday saying the international celebrity should be remembered as an ordinary bloke.

The laconic, slightly built retired reptile farmer was obviously grief-stricken but he faced the public because it was what his “mate” Steve would have wanted.

Similarly, he declined offers by Prime Minister John Howard and Queensland Premier Peter Beattie for a state funeral.

“He’s just an ordinary bloke and he wanted to be remembered as an ordinary bloke,” said the 66-year-old Mr Irwin, whose two-year-old grandson Bob was named after him.

As Queensland police yesterday locked footage of Irwin‘s death by stingray in a safe, his manager John Stainton said the film was so harrowing it should be destroyed to prevent it ever being made public.

If you go to the front page, you can see that this post has, get this, 4100 comments. For a man who didn’t blog, that’s one hell of a blogstorm.