Glitter and Grandeur

“Jackie is just speeding away/thought she was James Dean for a day/then I guess, she had to crash/valium would’ve helped that bash”

Life and art were indistinguishable for Jackie Curtis. The playwright, actor and drag artist was constantly on a stage of his own making, sometimes for two to three days straight thanks to the input of copious amounts of speed. A New York native, Curtis sought the glamour of Andy Warhol’s Factory scene as a high schooler, bringing in plays conceived in amphetamine fits and starring in some of Warhol’s early films—Flesh and Women in Revolt—with fellow drag star Candy Darling. While Warhol’s films and Lou Reed’s tribute in song may be Curtis’ best-known efforts, Craig Highberger’s documentary Superstar in a Housedress reveals the actor’s ultimate impact on the New York avant garde scene as well as gender-bending stars such as David Bowie.

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Mockery Is All That Remains (well, and maybe two more losses)

One good thing about the worst season in Notre Dame football history? It’s provided some good fodder for the Onion.

U.S. Military Wasting All Its Victories on Notre Dame

“It’s important to realize that our young men have been fighting pitched battles against religious fanatics who have been brainwashed into a culture that seeks to destroy all other ways of life,” Air Force head coach Troy Calhoun said Monday. “That’s just the way Notre Dame football is, the way it’s always been. You can’t reason with people like that. You destroy them as completely, remorselessly, and quickly as you can.”

Past articles from the top sources of fake news: Notre Dame Football Team Having Worst Season Since Corinthians, Notre Dame Football Announces Improvements To Its Storied History, and Notre Dame Unveils New “Holding Jesus”

The Grisly “Science”

Sherlock Holmes would be tumbling beneath his waterfall! Malcolm Gladwell has an article in the most recent New Yorker detailing how the supposed science of criminal profilers is pretty much a collection of the carny tricks favored by fortunetellers and “douche of the universe” John Edward.

Ambiguous statements (“I would say that on the whole you can be rather a quiet, self effacing type, but when the circumstances are right, you can be quite the life and soul of the party if the mood strikes you”) and “Fuzzy Facts” (“I can see a connection with Europe, possibly Britain, or it could be the warmer, Mediterranean part?”) paint a uselessly broad picture of rapists and serial killers. It’s only after the criminal is caught that profilers highlight their hits, or, as is often the case, ignore their misses.

Perhaps this article can stem the eruption of network TV shows that get off on bloodstain patterns and hazy flashbacks. If not, though, let me pitch a new twist—an FBI profiler profiles rogue profilers whose past profiling has made them go crazy and, well, you know.

He Lost Control

The central question in Control, the new biopic by Anton Corbijn, is whether Ian Curtis is capable of holding anything is reserve, or whether he holds far too much. Curtis, the troubled lead singer of Joy Division, would argue the former. “Don’t they know how hard this is for me?” he asks as he hears the clamor of a crowd demanding his presence in his first show back after a failed suicide attempt. “They keep wanting me to go further, and I don’t know if I can.” A riot erupts, but only after he closes himself down, unable to continue on stage.

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