Really, really obscene hip-hop. I love it so much. It makes me laugh and then it makes me want to dance. Those are like my two favorite things, so combined . . . I've been listening a lot lately to "Wait (The Whisper Song)" by the Ying Yang Twins, where the lyrics are like, "Wait 'til you see my dick"—which is just amazing because it's whispered. [whispers] "Wait 'til you see my dick . . . " [laughs] Crazy. So I just listen to it like I'm a five-year-old, like, "Oh my god! I can't believe he just said that!"

It sounds like the last Britney Spears album if done by Air, which will be sure to confuse people.

She dances in a crescent-cut leotard in the giant bowels of glamour so you don't have to.

We may or may not have done this just for the pun.

In May, Mary Kay Letourneau hosted Hot for Teacher night at Fuel in Pioneer Square—where, among other things, she negotiated with a bachelorette party about whether to autograph a large inflatable penis. The DJ: her former student, her reason for imprisonment, and her current husband, Vili Fualaau, a.k.a. DJ Headline.

They're back, at Dante's this Saturday. No cover.

Mary Kay Letourneau hosted "Hot for Teacher" night at Fuel in Pioneer Square last Saturday. The DJ was her former student/reason for prison/current husband Vili Fualaau. The poster depicted here was available for purchase for $7, signed by M.K.L. with the inscription "Oh happy day!"

Comments on the Bar Exam about the experience—including an interview with Mary Kay Letourneau in Fuel's ladies room—are pretty evenly divided right now. There's this camp:

They've made their bed, and even dealt with the consequences. Most relationships end over small disputes, these two weathered a scandal and waited through a prison sentence.

At this point, they are both living the lives they want to live and who are we to judge?

More power to them.

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Then there's this one:

Pedophiles is still pedophiles, even if, say, you happen to be still with your pedophile victim X number of years later.

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Also, a report from one Luke Baggins, who attended:

I noticed that the people getting their pictures taken with her were more than half female, and more than half of them were seriously hot and that made my whole evening. And his music was way better than I would have expected from someone so young...

Here's the whole story.

Melissa at Shakespeare's Sister (the feminist blog, to which I contribute, is named after the Smiths song) reminsces about an adolescence that, like many, was saved by the Smiths:

My life, since about age 15, has been set to a Smiths/Morrissey soundtrack. I remember seeing the video for "How Soon Is Now" on 120 Minutes, the first glimpse I ever had of my future; I remember hearing Viva Hate in its gorgeous entirety for the first time and knowing my life would never be the same. It was as if someone had pulled aside a wall of ivy to reveal a hidden path meant just for me; it was the first moment I started to feel like the grown-up I would become.

People who visit Shakes Manor, if they have the misfortune of walking through the shitpit that is our garage, are greeted by a framed, autographed poster of Morrissey sitting by the door that leads into the kitchen. Sometimes they ask why it's not hanging up somewhere—and the truth is because it feels a little silly. I treasure it, but I'm not 15 anymore.

Then again, Morrissey was never David Cassidy.

Speculations abound as to who the next Mrs. Ronson is going to be, and I feel like we've gotta have at least SOME contenders here in Seattle, most of whom no doubt will be lining up at D List Magazine's Two Year Anniversary Party tonight.

Held at Jonas Jensen Fremont Studios ("Seattle's Premier Venue" that I just heard about for the first time while scrutinizing the flyer), the party promises dancing to DJ Samantha Ronson, a live performance by LMFAO and appearances by a slew of reality TV show stars, mostly from that channel that used to show music videos.

Something tells me that Seattle's staggering dearth of celebrities without beards is enough, in and of itself, to pack this party out.

Anyway, what was my point? I forget, but this is even better: I totally just got a text message spreading the rumor that Lindsay Lohan might be there tonight since (again, the rumor has it) she has gotten back together with Ronson. Insert OMGs here. Or something.

Anyway, tangents aside, is it just me or does this whole thing have a decidedly un-Seattle feel? I kind of like it. At best, it's a night spent dancing-your-face-slash-laughing-your-ass off; at worst, you feel like you're in LA.

They have palm trees there. I can't wait.

Rihanna's fans in Dubai hope that the Barbadian singer will set a makeup date for her just-canceled concert in the region. "I feel really dejected that the gig is canceled, I saved money as I was really looking forward to it. Rihanna please come to the U.A.E, we love you and you won't regret it!" read a statement posted by one of her fans Ashley R. on Gulfnews, a United Arab Emirate website which gives a space for those who want to convince Rihanna to perform in Dubai.

Photo by Pete the Painter.