Showing posts with label Ana Marie Cox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ana Marie Cox. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A holy mackerel story

Hey, lesbians, our leader is back! After a long, agonizing week and one day without her, Rachel Maddow has returned to our television machines. Look, oh great brainy one, you can’t go leaving us for this long again. Who will mock Gov. Argentina’s inability to stop talking? Who will mock Gov. I Quit’s inability to talk in coherent sentences? Who will show up on set wearing … wait for it, wait for it … WADERS!?

And, just in case you had forgotten during to her 192-hours (but who is counting) of absence, Maddow reminded us all why we love her in the first place:

“I am talking to you from New York. I’m gay. My name is Rachel so people think I’m Jewish. And I’m very liberal.”

Oh, Rachel. Seriously, never leave us for that long again. I mean, it’s not like Ana Marie Cox can flirt interview herself.


p.s. On the other hand, if you are to ever go on a (well-deserved) vacation again, please continue to share pictures of your exploits in all of your there’s-nothing-redundant-about-a-lesbian-fishing-expedition, look-even-the-lure-is-pink, nobody-puts-baby-in-a-corner jean-shorted glory.

Friday, June 19, 2009

My Weekend Crush

I love smart gals. I love funny gals. And I really love wicked gals. So when you find a wickedly smart, funny gal, well, swoon. Ana Marie Cox is all three served up with the best smirk in the business. The snarky journalist extraordinaire, political junkie and frequent Rachel Maddow flirter contributor has brought a refreshingly bold brand of reporting to the political arena. Equal parts policy, personality, passion and pubescent delight in sex jokes, Ana Marie is the kind of gal you’d love to have a beer, or six, with. She is unfailingly witty, unquestionably knowledgeable and unexpectedly fluent in the language of LOLcats. The former Wonkette editor made her bones in new media and continually connects with her audience through her blog, Twitter account and accompanying Twitpic stream. The Air America correspondent also writes for The Daily Beast and just started as a contributing editor and political columnist at Playboy.

Ana Marie is a pioneer in the new journalism that turns the messenger into a person, not just a byline. Sure, I don’t think Edward R. Murrow would have ever updated his viewers on his pants status or bed head situation. But in this age of the overshare, we want to make personal connections with even our news media. You don’t have to like a reporter to trust that what she tells you is true, but it also doesn’t hurt. And there is so much to like about Ana Marie. Her love of making Rachel blush. Her soft spot for all creatures great and small. Her proper employment of the term ZOMG. Her propensity for posting pictures of herself in bed all rumpled and delicious (for the love of ginger, click those). And her hair, her seriously lesbian hair. Oh, Ana Marie. If you were a gay lady, you’d give Rachel a run for her money with the lesbians. As is, you’re already getting us all to read Playboy “for the articles.” Happy weekend, all.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Not-so-strange bedfellows

So, you know how sometimes you get this image in your head and no matter what you do, you just can't shake it? Well, I've been having one of those, but thankfully in a good way. Wait, check that, make that a very, very good way. It all started when super smart, super snarky journalist and frequent "The Rachel Maddow Show" contributor Ana Marie Cox started posting her series of bedhead pictures.

Ever since then I've had naughty, nerdy thoughts about her and Rachel...together...possibly naked...definitely talking about politics. Hello, nerdgasm. Look, I know Ana Marie is straight and married (despite her seriously lesbian hair). And I know that Rachel is partnered and happy (heck, they even just bought a TV). But, seriously, how hot would that be?

Not quite getting the picture? Maybe this'll help. Ana Marie even made Rachel blush. Just imagine they both have bedhead. And instead of teabagging, they're talking about something two gals might be able to do together. I can't quite think of the term, but you all are such cunning linguists (ahem) I'm sure you'll think of something appropriate.

Smart girls are hot, pass it on.