Sexy Animal of the Day! Life Partners

SEXY ANIMAL(s) OF THE DAY

Life Partners: Bridget and May

Meet Bridget and May. This hard-working couple never takes playing 'dress-up' for granted. Bridget and May are both professional workaholics who model for television, print, and the internets. They are the double threat in the industry fo sho! They met on the set of a project and have been inseparable since. KB, director of the couple during the photo shoot featured above, says,"They were sooo cute with each other, tugging on each other's clothes. It seems they wanted to go off and roll around in the hay.'" Adorable! Who says work can't be fun?

Sexy Animal of the Day!

Welcome to the newest feature of GET UP ON THIS!

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SEXY ANIMAL OF THE DAY

I, personally, don't think it gets any better than this. I don't know his name or his species, but hot dang it's a lizard in a onesie! Can't go wrong! We must also give two snaps up for the way the onesie complements Mr. Lizard's natural skin tones. I definitely enjoy the baby blue. Also, the bunny ears and tail. Ferocious! Thank you, Mr. Lizard, for being our inaugural SEXY ANIMAL OF THE DAY.

Real Niggas Don't Die

Having grown up in the Bronx, I would say I am quite the arbiter of all things 'ghetto.' I think we've all seen those prom photos of couples in matching basketball jerseys reconfigured to look like formal wear.

I bring this up because I was watching yet another vapid first episode of 'The Real World' on MTV. I must be old, because I still think they peaked with the San Francisco season. ANYWAY--as they showed a lovely highlight reel of what-to-expect in season 20 of this reality show veteran, we find, yet again, another white cast member threatening a non-white cast member with 'being ghetto.'

I would definitely agree that 'ghetto' is a state of being. Yes, sometimes people can 'act' ghetto. For example, adding water to cranberry juice or shampoo to make it go that extra mile before buying a new bottle. Even worse, adding water to your roommate's shampoo or cranberry juice. One might say this is just poor etiquette.

I feel it's the same difference as calling a black person a nigger or someone retarded or gay. It shouldn't be a bullshit adjective thrown around for lack better vocabulary.

Unless you grew up in the projects and had to use water instead of milk for cereal, you might wanna refrain from using it. It's only fair. Speak to what you know, right?

From www.urbandictionary.com:

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ghetto

1. (n.) an impoverished, neglected, or otherwise disadvantaged residential area of a city, usually troubled by a disproportionately large amount of crime 2. (adj.) urban; of or relating to (inner) city life 3. (adj.) poor; of or relating to the poor life 4. (adj.) jury-rigged, improvised, or home-made (usually with extremely cheap or sub-standard components), yet still deserving of an odd sense of respect from ghetto dwellers and non-ghetto dwellers alike 1. John's paranoia about triple-checking whether or not he's locked his car doors comes from his growing up in the ghetto 2. "Why you always be talkin' ghetto? Get yo'self a propa' e-ju-ma-kay-shun, kid!" 3. Jane hid her head in embarrasment as her mom shamelessly committed the ghetto act of stuffing the restaurant's bread rolls, sugar packets, and silverware in her purse 4. "A TV Guide duct-taped to a 4 foot stick?! That's one hella ghetto 'mote control!"

Get Your Sexy On: The Tour Ends Here

I enjoy provocative reality shows as much as the next fool. My heart sank during the season finale of 'Rock of Love 2.' Why did Bret pick the under-sexed Amber over Daisy, who only speaks in rock 'n' roll cliches?

Bret says it wasn't 'rock of like,' but 'rock of love.' I get it. He was in it to win it with a sane chick who wasn't a stripper. People are already taking bets on how long it will last. Silly, rabbits! Bret can deceive us with his hairline week to week, but he won't be deceived by ill-intentioned women any longer! This is the real deal. Here's to looking outside of the box and finding love by any means necessary!

Also, here's a fun picture of some fierce hair I (and I'm sure Bret) would love to rock.

Coachella, why you do me that way?

Jack. Johnson. Headliner?
Over it. Thank god they added Princey. I hope he wear his purple onesie!

Maybe I'm spoiled from last year's incredible lineup of Bjork, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE(!).

True, this gives me an excuse to save money and invest my airfare and ticket fee to the wedding I'm part of in July. That's not the point. Who is Jack Johnson and why in god's name is he headlining every major summer tour this year from Coachella to Bannaroo? Who are his people?

Even Lollapalooza managed to pull a better lineup this year than Coachella. True, all of the non-headlining bands are just amazing as previous years. Fatboy Slim, Mark Ronson, Hot Chip, Vampire Weekend, M.I.A., and Animal Collective are not chump change by any means. Alls I'm sayin' is if they hadn't added Prince last minute, this year's lineup would have been a sham! A sham!

C.O.B.D.O.A.

The Magazine I worked for went out of business. It's the second publication in the past year that I have worked for that has stopped its printers. No one is buying print ads anymore. Sad. Who knew I would graduate college a dinosaur. I think it's safe to say I've spent more time unemployed than I have working since I've graduated college.

I can go into the myriad of reasons the publication didn't make it: the selfish greed of its founders, the lack of marketplace interest, targeting the wrong clients.

After we'd removed the cancerous employees who were hurting our mission and morale, it seemed like we spent hour after hour on damage control and assuaging the few loyal clients we had left. The work wasn't arduous when I, for once, felt comfortable with my supervisors and support. We seemed to really become cohesive as a team. Though we knew we were struggling, we remained optimistic. The damage had been done.

Now I'm competing with people who have been laid off at Yahoo for our spot on the dole. Awesome.

I'm thinking about what to do next, certainly. My primary concern is figuring out where to go. Costa Rica? I've never been to Central America. I doubt Costa Rica should be my first choice. I should really take this time to discover where my parents are from, Honduras. Maybe I'll try Mexico City or Arizona or Texas. I want to go some place I've never been. Create a new adventure worthy of my unexpected time off.

Sociopaths in the Workplace Part 3

Where was I in my Sociopaths in the Workplace entries? Ah, yes. I was up to the part where CP shamelessly decided to use cancer as an excuse for not bringing in her portion of the sales for our fall issue.

Two months post her leave and it's pretty safe to say that hoe didn't have cancer. Really, who does that? Who cops out on a serious disease to get back at her coworkers? Lame.

If you can't hack it at work, get fired or quit with some sense of integrity. We've all had challenges we couldn't meet. It's a part of life.

On the flip side, Mr. Queen had a stone of his own to throw. In the middle of a sales cycle, he decided to up and take a new gig leaving us to fend for ourselves in the wintery, barren world of print ad sales.