I checked her out in a movie recommended on this site called "Bully". In it she plays a sexually promiscuous, drug taking hoochie-my kind of gal!!! I love her because she slightly resembles one of my favorite European porn actresses named Maya Gold. From the research I've done Bijou is basically a drug-addled Hollywood celebu-whore, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. In fact, that's one of her more endearing qualities aside from her looks.
Here she is on the cover of Playboy Magazine-
Let's face it, guys-we love whores. Not prostitutes-whores. Girls that, if you catch them at the right time and the right place, you too may get some of that. Quite a tantalizing and provocative personality trait for a beautiful young woman to have if you ask me.
I don't know much else abut her, except that she dates the guy who used to play Hyde on "That 70's Show"' which I enjoyed even though he looks like one of the Freak Brothers. I won't hate on him just because he's tapping that ass. I have to give him props-when you're an actor you're supposed to date beautiful women regardless of what you yourself look like. And since she loooks mahvelous, dahling-absolutely mahvelous!!! Nothing else really matters. I don't really expect Bijou to leave him for some dude who writes a sarcastic, self-righteous blog. But this is America-who are we really if we can't dream big?
Guess who's back in the news? Yes, it's the hoochie who accused the Duke University Lacrosse team of rape, the bitch who ruined countless innocent lives with her bullshit tale of gang rape. And guess what for? She is being charged with first-degree attempted murder for threatening her boyfriend with a knife and burning his clothes in the bathtub of the crack house they were residing in.
She lied about the events that transpired that evening, had more semen samples in her than a sperm bank (none of which belonged to any of the players) and yet before any of the facts came out the women of Duke University decided to have a midnight march with banners proclaiming "Take Back The Night". Here is a photo of the dirtbag these ignorant, misguided sluts decided to use as the posterchild for their crusade-
The women of Duke University were not railing against what turned out to be not-a-rape. They weren't interested in truth or justice. They pounced on this issue because it fit their feminazi agenda. Any chance these twats get to lop off the testicles of the male gender they pounce on it like a bunch of fat brides-to-be at a wedding dress sale. White male entitlement became the issue, drowning out cries for true justice in a case that brought out the worse in these assholes. I'm sure, in their smug self-righteousness, not one of the women who took part in the event ever went back and publicly apologized to any of the players.
If they were really interested in "Taking Back The Night", they should of marched not in front of the house of the Duke Lacrosse team but in front of the strip club this woman worked at. Not to harass the patrons, but to harass the women working there. "Take Back The Night" from ugly, grotesquely bloated prostitutes who get out of pocket-THAT should have been their mantra. THAT would have had a more resounding effect than picking on a bunch of immature, frat-boy jag-offs whose only crime was hiring the ugliest dancers this side of Hunt's Point in NYC. And the dancers didn't even include a group sex rate in their service contract. The nerve of these women. What part of "exotic dancer" did they not understand?
Now, if these guys were pimps, then the whole episode would have been over with a couple of well-administered pimp slaps across the face of the offending hoes. That's how they do it out on the street. That's how you regulate that ass. But this bitch figured she could cash in on this story because the guys in question were white boys from good families, apparently easy targets for her trumped-up accusations.
She and the disgraced ex-district attorney of Durham, who lost his license to practice law over his gross mishandling of the case, found out the hard way that you cannot mess with "THE MAN". They found out that if you come with some bullshit allegations, you'd better come correct and have all your ducks (or in this case, semen samples) in a row. I just hope that she gets not the book, but a whole set of encyclopedias thrown at her this time around.
This loser belongs in jail, not for being a stripper but for disgracing the profession (which we here at "Busting Chops" not only condone but encourage as a lifestyle-changing opportunity for any young, good-looking loser) and for being a menace to society. We've had enough of her. Time for her to go. Be out, bitch-BE OUT!!!
The Washington Wizards have decided to blow their franchise apart, trading away Antoine Jamison, Brendan Haywood, DeShawn Stevenson and Caron Butler. With Gilbert Arenas and Javaris Crittenton suspended for the rest of the season, expect this team to suck even worse than before they made these trades.
Conventional wisdom dictates that the reasoning behind these trades was purely financial. The Wizards were interested in trading for expiring contracts, and the players they received in return are not part of their future plans. The are thinking about the free agents who will be available this coming summer.
Problem is, almost every other team in the league is doing the same thing, and most will crap out in the free agent bonanza that consists of for all intent and purposes three players-Dwayne Wade, Chris Bosh, Amare Stoudemire and Lebron James. Unfortunately, Stoudemire is not the answer for any team looking to move up in the rankings. That's why Cleveland passed on him. He needs way too many touches on offense and he does not play defense. He'll get his money this summer, he just won't help his next team win anything.
The moves Washington made has guaranteed they will remain firmly entrenched in the bottom of their division for AT LEAST the next 5 years if not more. You can thank Gilbert Arenas for that, but more on him in a minute. Washington D.C. has absolutely nothing to offer any prominent free agent other than an assurance of losing games on a consistent basis. This is where Arenas figures in.
Washington signed Gilbert Arenas in July of 2008 for 6 years and $111 million dollars. The year before he only played 13 games. In 2008-09, the first year of his mega-million dollar deal, he played 2 games. In 2009-2010 he managed to play 32 games before he got suspended for the gun charges and the cavalier tone which he displayed about the situation, mocking David Stern until the poor commisioner had had enough. That's 47 games in three years. He is the main cause of this catastrophe, but it didn't matter because on the court they were collectively underachieving to the point where it was useless keeping them together. But Arenas made sure he paid the owners back by acting in such a bizarre, self-destructive manner throughout this whole sordid guns-in-the-locker-room fiasco.
And what's worse is, when he DOES come back from his suspension his contract makes him untradeable. So Washington is stuck having to rebuild around the very same player that caused the detonation of their current roster.
The Cleveland Cavaliers got Antoine Jamison, a solid pick-up but the jury is out on exactly what type of impact he'll have once they get into the playoffs.
The Knicks did as usual, trading a couple of bums for a bum with a humongous, though expiring, contract. McGrady's best days are far off in the rear view mirror, so he is no one to try to build around. Houston tried that with a much better supporting cast and the franchise finally realized that they play better without him. So off he goes.
The Knicks are the most vulnerable. Again they forfeited their future by trading away a first-round draft pick in 2012, the thinking being that they can rebuild via free agency. All they wind up doing is picking up a collection of hobos who play about as inspired as a bunch of anemic slugs. It must be that NYC nightlife that sucks up all their time and energy, time better spent drinking energy shakes and working on their pathetic games.
As an example, just look at the young point guards drafted the last couple of years, some who played outstandingly well at this year's 2010 Rookie-Sophomore challenge during the NBA All-Star Weekend in Dallas-
1) Tyreke Evans and Brandon Jennings-age 20.
2) Jonny Flynn, Derrick Rose and Russell Westbrook-age 21.
3) Stephen Curry and Mike Conley (who, along with his star-crossed and oft-injured college teammate Greg Oden, should of stayed at least 2 more years in college)-age 22.
4) Mario Chalmers and Rajon Rondo-age 23.
5) Chris Paul-age 24.
The Knicks never get within a sniff of players of this calibre. They are too busy drafting unathletic European players like Danilo Gallinari and trading for journeymen hobos like Jarred Jeffries and especially Eddy Curry, who had the audacity to ask for an advance on his salary because he's broke-
To show you how lifeless this walking side of beef is, the last time he was taken to the hospital for an injury, orderlies immediately threw a sheet over his head while he was napping in the waiting room and wheeled him into a morgue refrigerator because they thought someone had left a dead body for them to collect.
The Knicks general manager would do better by grabbing a shovel and heading to the local graveyard to exhume rotting corpses, but knowing them they would get beaten out by Dr. Frankenstein and his loyal assistant Fritz-
Brandon Jennings is a sore spot for Knicks fans, because instead of this dynamic point guard (who has more upside than Mount Everest) playing in the Big Apple, he's in Milwaukee with Laverne and Shirley. The Knicks chose to draft Jordan Hill. Who? Yes, that's him-the player no one in NYC knows. Check out the player these idiots passed on-
Jennings has the potential to be the next Allen Iverson, with the exception that he actually passes the ball to his teammates. Jordan Hill will be lucky if he becomes the next Louis Orr. The only good thing I can say is that both Hell and Jeffries are gone, and the Knicks will be about 30 million under the cap come summer time. For a team that has shown about as much fiscal responsibility as Imelda Marcos at a shoe store, this is saying something. Let's see who they can lure to Madison Square Garden...
This is the quintessential basketball sneaker. Anyone who plays ball in NYC knows what I'm talking about. The were originally nicknamed "Uptowns" because anyone who wanted a pair had to come uptown to either Harlem or the Bronx to snag a pair. But the ubiquitous shoe, which had it's first run in 1982, has become a legend from the playgrounds to the streets to the NBA to high fashion. The first pros to wear them were Moses Malone and Michael Cooper, but it was really the urban street buzz that took them into the stratosphere, and are considered the best-selling sneakers of all time.
There are three versions-the low top, pictured above, the mid with the strap secured to the shoe and the high top version has a removable strap that goes around the ankle pictured below- Nike Air Force I Mid Top- Nike Air Force I High Top (30th Anniversary Edition)- These sneakers became a fashion statement for trend-setting inner-city youth, and the hip-hop culture took to them with a passion. They weren't just for playing basketball, they were used to dress up, or "looking fresh". They have been produced in a myriad of colors and styles and have graced the runways of some of the biggest fashion shows and red carpet events in the world. They have been worn by many A-List celebrities at the most prestigious of awards shows and ceremonies, but they will always belong to the playground basketball players of NYC.
I personally love them because they are the only sneakers to play ball in IMHO. Problem is, the high tops are produced as limited editions with limited runs and absolutely no advertising whatsoever. The only time I've seen them is when they're already at the stores. The low and mid tops are much more accessible and are produced regularly. But that only means that when you DO see the high top versions, you will need to stock up!!!
So what makes this sneaker so special? There was a culmination of many aspects of street culture that came together at the same exact time to make The Air Force I's so popular. Hip-Hop celebrities gravitated to the styles worn by inner-city youth. Graffiti artists went from tagging on subways to designing some of the more elaborate Air Force I styles that we've seen throughout the years. And of course the streetball players themselves, who love the sneakers to this day even though they are not as popular to play ball in as they used to be. But that has not killed the buzz and excitement whenever a new limited edition of the sneaker comes out.
Here are a couple of videos that speak to the popularity of this amazing sneaker-
Here is NYC streetball legend Bobbito Garcia speaking on the impact of the shoe-
Not only is Penelope Cruz beautiful, but she's talented as well!!! That's a superfluous bonus for us here on Busting Chops, but I figure I'd mention it just in case. She has acted in American, Spanish and Italian movies and is a favorite of Spanish director Pedro Almodovar. Before I go on, a few more photos... Did I forget to mention Penelope has a sister just as hot as she is? Diablo...
She has been outstanding throughout her career playing the role of the mentally disheveled feminine co-lead opposite some very strong leading male actors-her standout performance as the talented but unstable artist Maria Elena in Woody Allen's "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" is a favorite. Others include the Italian film "Don't Move" and "Blow" with Johnny Depp. Imagine if those two had kids. Man, would they loook mahvelous, dahling-absolutely mahvelous!!!
This week I present the war trilogy of Roberto Rossellini. He is considered the pioneer of the neo-realist style of film making that developed out of the ashes and ruins of post-WWII Europe. Rossellini is a director of great impact and importance in the history of film, and I will let the description from Criterion speak on the behalf of these films-
"Roberto Rossellini is one of the most influential filmmakers of all time. And it was with his trilogy of films made during and after World War II—Rome Open City, Paisan, and Germany Year Zero—that he left his first transformative mark on cinema. With their stripped-down aesthetic, largely nonprofessional casts, and unorthodox approaches to storytelling, these intensely emotional works were international sensations and came to define the neorealist movement. Shot in battle-ravaged Italy and Germany, these three films are some of our most lasting, humane documents of devastated postwar Europe, containing universal images of both tragedy and hope."
Rome, Open City Release date September 27, 1945. Running time 1 hour 40 minutes. Italian and German w/English subtitles.
This film is a fictional yet realistic account of the Nazi occupation of Rome, and those brave souls who dared to fight against Fascism. It was filmed while the Nazis were still in Italy, but had abandoned the then-recently liberated city of Rome.
Paisan Release date December 10th, 1946. Running time 2 hours. Italian/German/Sicilian/English w/English subtitles.
This film is broken down into 6 different parts, with stories that cover the whole of Italy and the struggles faced by people trying to recover their lives after liberation from the iron grip of Nazism.
Germany Year Zero Release date December 1, 1948. Running time 1 hour 11 minutes. German w/English subtitles.
This film captures the ravaged city Berlin in the aftermath of it's capitulation to the Allied forces and the struggle to survive in this war-torn hellhole as seen through the eyes of a 12 year-old German boy.
So what made Rossellini's films so powerful? For the most part he used people who had no previous acting experience. This enabled him to mold the performances to his liking, as opposed to having the inevitable tug-of-war that quite oftentimes occurs on a film set between actor and director. He also had the fertile creative ground of post-war Europe as a backdrop for his human dramas, which more than anything emphasized the struggle for life like few catastrophes can capture.
Jack Clark, a former slugger who played for the St. Louis Cardinals, had some choice words about Mark McGuire. Here is a bit from the article recently published by the St. Louis Post-Dispatch-
Jack Clark's time in the spotlight fell mostly in the years before the so-called steroids era.
That didn't stop the former Cardinals and Giants All-Star slugger from revealing an extreme distaste for players who might have availed themselves of a performance-enhancing drug during their time in the big leagues.
"A lot of them should be banned from baseball, including Mark McGwire," Clark told the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
Clark served as the Dodgers' hitting coach several years ago. He said McGwire, who will return to baseball this season as the Cardinals' hitting coach, was in a group of players that clearly didn't warrant consideration for Cooperstown.
"All those guys are cheaters -- A-Rod [Alex Rodriguez]. Fake, phony. Rafael Palmeiro. Fake, a phony," Clark told the newspaper. "[Roger] Clemens, [Barry] Bonds. [Sammy] Sosa. Fakes. Phonies. They don't deserve to be in the Hall of Fame.
"They should all be in the Hall of Shame," Clark said. "They can afford to build it. They've all got so much money. And they could all go there and talk about the next way to rub something on your skin. The whole thing is creepy.
"They're all creeps. All these guys have been liars."
Clark, a four-time All-Star who hit .267 and belted 340 home runs in 18 seasons, mocked the apologetic and sorrowful tone of McGwire's Monday admission that he used steroids during much of his major league career.
"They're not really a man's man," Clark said. "They're just whimpering boys who are just sad to watch. They try to put it off on somebody else. I don't know how they sleep at night, looking at all their fame, let alone the money they took by faking everybody out and lying to everybody."
At least there is outrage over this in the MLB ranks. When you have the baseball Commissioner giving McGuire props and respect, you realize that those in the highest positions of the sport didn't care a bit about what was going on.
So the next time anyone yammers on about "level playing field" and "fair play", all you have to do is point the person in Bud Selig's direction. Just follow the stench of feces that constantly dribbles out of that orangutan's putrid mouth.
