Women and Hollywood Forever

Women and Hollywood Forever

THE SECRET SOCIETY OF THE SISTERHOOD

Pamela Des Barres, Nicole Byer, Michelle Tea, Siel Ju, Kayden Kross, with Venus and The Moon, and host Trish Nelson

IN THE MASONIC LODGE AT HOLLYWOOD FOREVER
THURSDAY 03.01.2018
SEATED SHOW IN THE MASONIC LODGE
*** DO NOT PARK ON THE STREETS OUTSIDE THE CEMETERY ***

Calling to order all women and fierce allies of women!

Commencing on the full moon of every month in the glow of a candlelit room, The Secret of The Sisterhood invites some of the most prolific, iconic and diverse women of our generation to come together in front of our intimate audience, and share personal stories surrounding the topic of the evening.

The theme for March 1st is “I thought I was going to die!”.

Proceeds will be donated to Planned Parenthood (plannedparenthood.org)

by Reviewer Rob

“The Secret of The Sisterhood invites some of the most prolific, iconic and diverse women of our generation to come together in front of our intimate audience, and share personal stories…”

So said the promo email. All I saw was the photo of Kayden Kross. The names at first were irrelevant but afterward I saw Pamela Des Barres and realized I wanted to see if not meet the author and former rock groupie.

It looked like a great show. I wanted to attend and cover the event but hadn’t found out about it until the night before when I got the email from their press agent and impulsively bought a ticket.

I’m still based in San Diego as of this writing but have been groaning to take another roadtrip. Even one as short as up to L.A. for the day. Just anything to get out of this sunny peaceful town. I’ve been thinking about Vegas again, which I was at only five weeks ago for AVN and InterNEXT. Or maybe Portland or Seattle when the weather warms up a bit more. Even Dallas or NOLA. Hell, I’ll drive to D.C. just to visit the National Gallery this summer. I need a roadtrip so badly.

But then an hour before setting out for Hollywood Forever I realized that my mini Reviewervan, the Safari, had yet to be smogged and tagged for 2018, and it was the day before it was due and when the registration fee would go up. I’d been lagging. So I opted to try and get it to pass smog and then registered at a place where I can do both and pay extra for the tag before trying to make it to the show 100 miles to the north in Hollywood. On a good night I can make it in an hour and a half to the Rainbow bar,

I eventually foregoed the ride to stay in town and take care of this detail. My van needed work. I’m so responsible.

No refund I guess on the ticket I bought. I’ll just consider it a small donation to the cause of women in Hollywood’s Secret Underground Society Of Hotties.

Plus there’s that photo of Kayden Kross, omg. Kayden Kross. So obscenely hot. That sly smile, that turned ankle, that blonde hair and perfect skin… ungh.

Kayden Kross, just doing her thing, photo via Hollywood Forever
Kayden Kross, just doing her thing, photo via Hollywood Forever

No Prior Restraint

[Censorship]

The Heroic Rodeo Clown

Media Intimidating Tactics
or, why censorship is wrong

by Bob Yunger

Fomenting Public Outcry

Japanese Suicide Apology video comments:

So, some Youtube video blogger guy named Logan Paul posted a Japanese suicide forest video and says he didn’t do it “for the views”. Haha. Sure.

But then he apologised amid public pressure to have Youtube take down his channel and, after caving to the grief of his deed, committed suicide himself.

Okay, he didn’t do that but he did pretty much do the journalistic equivalent of it.

I’ve seen the video and posted the Liveleak archive below and he didn’t do anything he should apologise for, except maybe let out a few self-conscious nervous snickers at the bizarre irony of it all. Hey, he and his friends were alive and the poor bastard on the tree wasn’t. If that’s not a time to reflect on the fantastic irony and the highs and lows of life with a chuckle especially when that’s your NATURAL TENDENCY then fine. You be you.

I started writing this post over a month ago at the beginning of January and then left it but here it is now that I’ll release it to the public:

If people were known to go to a remote place to commit suicide by strapping on an explosive vest and then dousing themselves with gasoline and lighting themselves on fire so they immolate in a fiery explosion — some poor soul’s chosen demise in a gore-ridden expanding ball of flame, body parts flying everywhere — wouldn’t you want to see that, at least ONE time? Of course you would. Because you’re a freak. Everyone’s a freak, pretty much. If you’re not, then fine. But most humans are natural edge pushers. We live to explore the boundaries of life and the world around us. That’s part of life. If it isn’t for you then go find a fucking cave to live in because you may lack that specific gene variation that has led the human race down the path of something called progress.

Okay, sorry if things got a little dark there. I’m back now. God bless America and the First Amendment. That’s all.


Logan Paul, probably stifling a laugh, in the suicide forest.
Logan Paul, probably stifling a laugh, in the suicide forest.

Millions And Millions For Drones In Poway

General Atomics Poway drones will multiply in 2018.
General Atomics Poway drones will multiply in 2018.

Poway Drones

Huge General Atomics Contracts In The Works

by Reviewer Rob

When I was a kid in the early-1970’s and my mom worked for a realty company on Poway Road houses were going for about 20 thousand a piece. Now that things have changed and there’s plenty of million-dollar homes dotting the hills above the Poway valley that economic surge will only grow larger this year since General Atomics is getting $328.8 million for their MQ-1 Predator and MQ-9 Reaper unmanned aerial systems programs. The hills south of Poway Road had undeveloped archeological sites rumored to be replete with Indian burial grounds. Now the drones made there will be haunting the skies over Afghanistan and elsewhere.

According to this article on the UPI wire:

‘The MQ-1 Predator is an armed, multi-mission, medium-altitude, long-endurance remotely piloted aircraft that has seen action in Iraq, Afghanistan and Yemen. The aircraft is used as an intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance asset, and can be used to conduct pattern-of-life analysis, as well as targeted and signature strikes on targets.

‘Similarly, the MQ-9 Reaper can conduct multi-missions, and as a medium-altitude range and long-endurance that is remotely piloted. The Reaper, however, is larger and more heavily-armed than the MQ-1 Predator and is used to conduct time-sensitive strikes on targets.’

Maybe San Diego can use some of that aerial surveillance to supplement its dwindling police presence doing traffic monitoring of motorcycle lane-splitting during rush hour.

General Atomics, Poway, is getting big bucks in 2018.
General Atomics, Poway, is getting big bucks in 2018.

Liberal vs. Conservative Tax Policy

[Politics]

The Real Cost Of Tax Reform

“How can you Swiss people be so docile about paying such high taxes?”

by Rick Steves
[This is a repost from his Facebook Rick Steve’s Europe.]

Rick Steves: "More money than many Americans make in their entire lifetime. That’s what Congressional Republicans are voting to give me as a tax break."
Rick Steves: “More money than many Americans make in their entire lifetime. That’s what Congressional Republicans are voting to give me as a tax break.”

More money than many Americans make in their entire lifetime. That’s what Congressional Republicans are voting to give me as a tax break.

That’s right: If Republicans in Congress get their way, I just saved a couple million dollars on the change in the inheritance tax alone. What about you?

Our government already spends more than it takes in, and this tax giveaway will make it worse. But that plays right into Congressional Republicans’ strategy to shrink the government: First, they cut taxes by $1.5 trillion (mostly benefiting the rich). Then, to balance the budget, they’ll claim that the only solution is to gut programs (such as Social Security and Medicare) designed to protect America’s poor and working class.

I once asked my Swiss friend Olle, “How can you Swiss people be so docile about paying such high taxes?” Without missing a beat, he replied, “Well, what’s it worth to live in a country where there’s no hunger, no homelessness, and where everyone — regardless of the wealth of their parents — has access to quality healthcare and education?”

I believe a national budget is a moral document. It declares who we are as a nation. Decency requires compassion and help for our poor. Stability requires a healthy middle class. The Republican economic agenda both hurts the poor and further weakens our middle class — all to give wealthy people a windfall of cash they don’t need.

So what am I going to do with all of the tax revenue Congressional Republicans want to save me? I’m choosing to provide, as an individual, what European societies would provide collectively: housing for otherwise homeless single mothers and their kids (www.ricksteves.com/about-rick/trinity-place), helping to build senior centers (http://myedmondsnews.com/…/rick-steves-announces-2-million-…), and paying the rent of our local symphony orchestra (https://blog.ricksteves.com/blog/arts-center-donation). These are basic services — not extravagances.

While Republicans might argue that I’m proving their point — that charity from the wealthy will come to the rescue — I believe that such services should be paid for not by the odd millionaire who doesn’t have a taste for golf clubs and yachts, but collectively, through progressive taxation. While lowering my marginal tax rate from 39.6% to 37% will have no impact on my privileged standard of living, it will ultimately have a huge impact on millions of struggling people.

As a proud American and a student of Europe, I care deeply about the cost to the fabric of our society that this windfall for the wealthy will bring. If you believe you’re being represented by a Republican Congressperson who votes for this plan, you are mistaken. It costs them a lot of money to convince you to vote for them, and this tax bill is their way of paying off their major donors. And if I lived in your district, I’d raise bloody hell.

(By the way, our Christmas fundraiser for Bread for the World was a huge success this year, raising more money than ever. Thank you to the 2,376 who contributed, collectively raising $311,700. With my $250,000 match, together we raised $561,700 to empower Bread in its work — to speak up for those who don’t have private lobbyists driving our government to re-write laws in their favor.)

new art: the Trump Fiver, by Pleasant

[Dissent]

THE TRUMP “FAKE NEWS” BILL

combining politics and currency art once again

by Pleasant

Arrives arrives under the same circumstances as my Bush 5£ pound note art piece, released in 2004 to a frenzy of controversy. You can read an article about that art piece at the following address. http://reviewermag.com/press/2016/12/22/the-bush-note/

The chaos of a possibly mad President elected to bring about “balance”. The Fake News Trump note is a reflection of America’s obsession with Trump. Though it is controversial to state the fact that his placement into office came about as a result of a series of incomplete promises and expectations dropped by previous administrations.

Everything is Trump, Trump Trump, certainly I would assume that it has become public knowledge that Trump gets paid each time a media institution mentions his name on air. Correct?

The story of the Fake News Bill begins 30+ years ago. When I was a child my father, artist, William Pleasant, Jr, use to take me to Atlantic City frequently between the period 1986 -1991. There a I wandered the casinos for hours looking for video game arcades as my parents gambled away through the day until nite and then back to morning again. During my adventures as a minor wandering Atlantic City alone I saw first hand the early beginnings of the Trump empire. A world made of glass and light, sparkling in the most insincere but impactful way. Phoney and oppressive was that world of neon, gleaming of the most distracting vivid colours.

As a young artist I was moved by the sheer emotional impact of so much light and sound. It was overwhelming in a way that I could only compare to my visits to The Magic Kingdom. A kind of adult Disneyland Atlantic city was. I visited the Taj Mahal as well as the Trump palace casinos. Walking through those environments I encountered a world made just for narcissists. “Me” culture was at an extreme everywhere. My young impressionable mind gazed up to see a portrait of Trump pasted up in just about every corner. Easily projecting him as The Lord and master of money. I could not help but assume that this representation presented him as the epitome of capitalist “success”. Was Trump the model from which all people should model themselves on? Was Trump ‘Success’? Was I walking through the “American Dream”?

Little did I know that Trump would one day come to rule over an entire nation that has been bought and sold on the same principles that created Trump the Brand. The utter consumption of life itself and an endless obsession with the self has become the American ideal. In the facebook era, is it a shock really that Trump is President? I read often and have become quit fond of an author named Chris Hedges. A fine writer who has passionately documented his life experiences as a war reporter with the New York Times. His critical essays on American life, politics and government inspires much thought. I attended a comic book convention with my fiancé, comic book artist, writer Dame Darcy. Who is represented by Fantagraphics alternative comic book company. Fantagraphics also represent Joe Sacco, illustrator for Hedge’s book titled, Wages of Rebellion. At the convention I spoke with Joe briefly about his travels to poverty centres like Camden Nj and other locations documented in the book (Wages of Rebellion). Joe illustrated in his signature art style several depictions of the level of environmental and social fallout being reaped onto American society through a system of economic and social inequality.

As a small boy walking through those Atlantic city casinos amongst all of the raging light and colour. It was impressed upon me that all I had to do in America was work hard, to give it my all and “success” would be due to me as a result of my own self determination. And for that brief moment I believed the hype, for one moment I took what I thought was the first step towards believing in the “American Dream”. It was news to me. I trained myself in technology, science and fine art. I saw myself as a sort of renaissance man. Thinking that with superior ambition it would lead to great success. A ‘Trump success’! How could that be Fake news?!?

Not through a sense of entitlement but through hard work I believed in the dream, the Trump dream. Later in life when I reach New York City that dream would be shattered. My childhood glass walls built of memories of the Trump Taj Mahal came crashing down. No other period of my life will ever compare to those moments in nyc when I watched as my creative concepts were appropriated and ended up in Whitney Museums, Moma’s and other galleries, all with white faces attached. When my best was denied with the most outrageous excuses. The American dream at that moment became only a myth, an option only for a select few, who certainly didn’t look like me. I was too black, too male and too ambitious, as it was even once explained to me.

As a black American artist & designer who has contributed to the world of IT and emerging technologies, of which there is very little black male representation. I could relate deeply with many of the subjects presented in Hedge’s literary works. Being consistently kept on the outside fringes of the tech and “art world”. Every now and then I have received a few crumbs. Far more than most men in my position receive. However though as a result I have been able to witness from the inside a system of blatant exclusion in which women (of a specific body type and appearance), ethnic minorities and those of various orientations are denied equal access. Often as a result of the personal biases and even outright discrimination by directors (the gatekeepers) of galleries and various institutions of historical and artistic preservation. Even popular institutions, like those located in cities like Minneapolis, publicly pride themselves on having “female” curators, are often silent when questioned on things like their lack of black male representation, whether it be on their staff or in their halls of exhibition.

From San Francisco to New York City to London. The story is the same, the denial is the same. In the era of Elvis, a white face was given to a series of black dancers and musicians. These were black faces that would never be marketed in a nation that was not equipped to receive them on stage engaging in movements that could stir emotions. A white face danced their dances and performed their songs. The so called art world is the much same way. A thin woman in tight clothes or a white face will always be more marketable than an ethnic majority. How can someone market them? It isn’t Fake News!

For me personally the childhood dream of success built on Trump’s brand was shattered in my adult life, the moment I watched a gallery owner in New York City dump my cv and portfolio into the trash. Just as I walked out of the door following his declaration the he would archive it for future consideration. This followed by many similar experiences. Where the hope of success was overshadowed by the reality of the American nightmare.

Though I had some successes prior to breaking out of the system, the gold coin was always out of reach. Broken and saddened I left New York City for period of time. I left America in search of myself. I spend many years building on myself and trying to stay one step ahead of the monster who chases me.

The ‘monster’ being the black rage and anger over a life of subtle and blatant injustices. I worked hard to focus my thoughts and work on critical analysis and thought versus blame and anger. I have always been very moved by the life and work of Vincent Gogh. It was the wish of my father, who in his moment of twilight, the night before he died, in 1997, urged me to visit the Netherlands. He explained to me that though I harboured great sadness in my heart over the dejection and exclusion I experienced in nyc. He challenged me to, “seek out the Dutch man”. He explained that, “the Dutch man is fair”. And that I would “find some hope in that land”. Those comments were inspired by my dad’s overwhelming positive experiences with the dutch people following his time in Holland after World War 2. Later in life I arrived into the Netherlands and immediately sought out the arts. I delved into the life and art of Vincent Gogh, visiting many of the places that he frequented in his life. I wanted to understand the process of finding compassion and love in one’s art through the sadness and anger of emotional trauma. I searched for balance and found parts of myself by escaping the clutches of the system of exclusion. A journey that I continue to this day.

I carried the memories of ‘fake news’ with me for many years. The fake news that if I worked hard enough that I could overcome institutional systems of oppression and exclusion. It was all Fake News then, just as it is now. The truth is that no matter how many tokens are selected, no matter how many times a single individual is held up as an example of “success”. There are countless others who feel the sting of exclusion and denial. Their stories are drowned out and their hopes and dreams are Unknown to so many people. Who would rather reject the notion that there are forces at play in this world that keep things just as they are. As the United States and western world spiral towards the cataclysm of rampant narcissism, consumption and socio-economic irresponsibility.

Figures made in the image of Trump’s shall continue to populate government, industry and society as a whole. In the age of facebook, the culture of ‘me’ dominates. Mystical thinking takes precedence over fact and the culture of anti-knowledge takes hold of young minds who believe that history is irrelevant. Trump is a reflection of the current state of affairs, much like a mirror. We can not blame Trump for being what he is, as much as we as a society should blame ourselves for allowing things to spiral this far down. We allowed ours culture to become insincere, selfish and irresponsible towards the whole of humanity and the life. The arts too have become a cesspool of commercial nonsense dominated by the monopoly man, Recycled slogans, white “urban” Artists from Dusseldorf, who take the place of latino and black artists from America’s inner cities, Token blacks, exclusive white only art fairs. That in many cases exclude white people who find themselves denied access based on their own economic and or physical qualities or lack of. Though this is still very different than the systematic process of exclusion and exploitation that affects ethnic people on a wide-scale basis. Once a staple of progressive thought, the arts have been successfully engineered and watered down into a competition over crumbs and rampant exploitation of other people’s social and economic realities. Cultural appropriation is at an all time high these days! Now is that Fake News!?

I am currently making a feature length film about this subject, it is titled: The UNKNOWN, Battle Against mediocrity.

Many youth today are taught that their ideas, opinions and creative accomplishments are without value unless endorsed by a corporate entity or “gallery” representation. Popularity without substance. Art without meaning all revolving chasing the Trump dream of look at me. Trump’s success is everyone’s success. It’s all Fake News. What better way to epitomise the idea of the Fake News of American success than with a fake $5 TRUMP bill. It’s all Fake News to me. Just like the Presidency and all of the media nonsense surrounding it.

My art journey has been long, though through all of the heartbreak, the joys and the travels. I began to see life through the lens of satire. Pleasant Art is not always Pleasant. However it is sincere in calling out life as I see it. Pleasant art walks a fine line between satire and social commentary. The solutions to injustice are to be found in our sense of self and ability to self realise our own potential without the validation of external forces. We define for ourselves, our own success by creating our own standards. In that context, realities like racism and sexism lose a bit of their power. When we focus less on people like Trump and more on the mechanisms and circumstances that made his presidency possible. We then begin to unravel the strands that bind this society into the very thing that has reaped a sense of hopelessness and suffering on so many who have lacked access to that dream.

It was Fake News anyway.

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The Limited edition Pleasant TRUMP ‘FAKE NEWS’ Bill is a satirical art print created from mixed media methods that consists of digital and hand ink illustration, photography and colourisation. The art print features a front and back design and can be easily removed from it’s frame for up-close viewing.

Visit www.pleasantart.com to order today. Obtain the original ‘Fake News’ Bill before the Art ‘Brands’ steal it (As always) and goto the Whitney Biennial. The Original Pleasant Art, Underground, Eastside, NYC.

The Trump Fiver by Pleasant.
The Trump Fiver by Pleasant.
The Trump Fiver by Pleasant.
The Trump Fiver by Pleasant.
The Trump Fiver by Pleasant.
The Trump Fiver by Pleasant.
The Trump Fiver by Pleasant.