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Dressed to soapbox

I object.

To the methodology and the terminology, and I demand an apology for Kansas City.

Travel + Leisure recently published their annual ‘America’s Favorite Cities’ survey, where readers rate major destinations in a number of categories.

“Worst Dressed City in America” is one of them.

Now, poor Anchorage has the most to be offended about — they earned the top spot — but Kansas City got punched at number ten.

Really?

Having travelers judge how well-dressed people are in a city is like judging a city’s cuisine by the offerings at the airport.  Tourists typically see other tourists when they visit anywhere.  Why?

Because they hit the tourist spots recommended by magazines like Travel + Leisure, which are congested with folks who don’t live there, and are dressing for comfort, not style.

“Worst Dressed Tourists in America” — perhaps.

But don’t judge a city by its gawkers.

Class act

My first memory of actor Alan Rickman is in the Bruce Willis movie Die Hard.  He played the evil villain Hans Gruber.

His voice and unique intonation made a lasting impression.

While I have loved Alan’s performances in romantic roles in Truly Madly Deeply and Sense and Sensibility -- and his wonderful comedic turn in GalaxyQuest — I think Alan is at his best playing the villain.

Or, at the very least, having all the surface qualities of one.

But as any Harry Potter fan knows, his character Severus Snape — who appeared to be a very bad guy for a majority of the series — turns out to be okay. (Hope I’m not ruining anything for you non-readers…but seriously, if you don’t know by now, that’s just sad.)

And it’s no surprise that Alan himself is a pretty stand-up guy as well. He wrote a heartfelt thank you note to JK Rowling in a recent issue of Empire magazine.

I think there’s an entire Harry Potter nation that couldn’t agree more.

Naked truth

Does a celebrity posing nude ever draw attention to anything…

besides the fact that they’re plum buck naked?

Adam Levine, front man for musical group Maroon-5, is the latest superstar to jump into the fray.  He appears in the latest issue of Cosmopolitan UK without a stitch on.  His pitch? 

Everyman, a campaign dedicated to raising awareness for testicular and prostate cancer. It funds the Everyman Centre in Surrey, Europe’s only male-centered cancer research center.

In deference to Cosmo’s readers,  that particular region of Levine’s body is artfully blocked in the shot by the hands of his girlfriend.  The rest is covered by tats.  Lots and lots of tats.

Are these photos a victory for cancer awareness?  I hope so.

Personally, I think the tattoo industry may get the biggest bang from Levine’s beefcake.

Solomon’s curse

You’ve heard the phrase “he had a face made for radio”?

Perhaps Deborah Solomon, who writes a weekly interview column for the “New York Times Magazine”, has a personality made for print.

Solomon interviewed Steve Martin at the 92nd Street Y in New York City on Monday night during a stop on the promotional tour for his new novel An Object of Beauty.

Afterward, the 92nd Street Y sent an email apology to all attendees along with a $50 ticket refund.  The email said, “We planned for a more comprehensive discussion and we, too, were disappointed with the evening.”

Steve’s new work of fiction takes place in the art world, and Solomon spent the bulk of the interview talking to him about just that.  Art.  And specific artists.

Steve is an avid art collector, and Solomon writes art criticism, so the two of them were having a bang up good time.  The problem?  The 900 people in attendance were not.

Solomon said the Y didn’t tell her what they wanted from the interview.  But any good facilitator is going to know her audience and gear her questions to their interests and motivations.

Solomon’s mistake?  She simply had the conversation with Steve that interested her.

Solomon’s reaction to the Y’s email?  “I think the Y, which is supposedly a champion of the arts, has behaved very crassly and is reinforcing the most philistine aspects of a culture that values celebrity and award shows over art.”

Maybe.   Or maybe they are respecting their audience, who buys memberships to their yearly lecture series, and will be there long after Solomon is gone.

Point of interest — when I saw Steve Martin on the 92nd Street Y calendar, I was at first anxious to attend.  But when I noted that Deborah Solomon was conducting the interview, I decided to skip it.

I saw the two appear together at the Times Center a couple of years ago.  Her interview there angered the audience in a very similar fashion.

Lesson learned.

NYC saves

In the most recent issue of New York magazine — which features Jon Stewart mugging on the cover — a sidebar stat jumped out at me more than any feature story could.

It compared suicide rates nationally versus those in New York City.  (The percentages quoted were per 100,000 population.)

Nation:  11.4 %

New York City 5.7%

(The numbers for Manhattan drop to 5.2% if you take away the out-of-towners who come to our lovely metropolis to off themselves.)

Surprised?  I certainly was.  I think we all assume that city living is more stressful, and higher stress leads to more thoughts — and acts — of ending it all.

And then you see these numbers.

But then — maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised.  Because even if New Yorkers think about ending it all, there is so much here to distract us from taking that final step!

Having a bad day?  You can go see a Broadway show!

Is your job is driving you insane?  Walk home through Central Park or just sit along the Hudson River and you’ll feel instantly renewed.

Life can seems meaningless and without merit…and then you have the opportunity to hear a great writer speak or witness an amazing piece of artwork up close and personal.  Even when your world seems small and claustrophobic, you can look around and see the diversity and beauty that is New York City.  I’m sure that fact alone saves people every day.

Oh…and Jon Stewart.  He keeps us going as well.

Out and about

Long before Team Edward and Team Jacob tore the teen world in two,  Betty and Veronica  of  “Archie Comics” fame split the vote of male and female readers alike.

I was a Betty.  (All smart people were.  Disagree?  I’ll still take you.)

So, this is one Betty who’s oh-so-happy to see Veronica finally get her due — that’s rejected, my friends — by Kevin Keller, the hunky new guy in town who she relentlessly pursues after dumping poor Archie yet again in issue #202.

Oh…and did I mention that Kevin is gay?

That’s right.  Riverdale is becoming more inclusive, and kudos to the publisher for taking this brave step forward.  It’s not their first venture into the 21st century; earlier this year, the comic depicted its first interracial relationship between Archie and Valerie, a member of Josie and the Pussycats.

(That group is still around?  I guess there’s still work to be done.)

It’s all part of a master plan to modernize Archie and make the comic more socially relevant.  Apparently they have already penned a two-volume “Twilight” parody (see artwork below — how did that get by me), and are planning a future issue inspired by the television show  “GLEE!” and some digital apps.

This all looks pretty cool.  I haven’t read an Archie comic book since junior high, and I’m curious enough to head to the bookstore and take a closer look-see.

Plus — and  I don’t mean to judge here — but doesn’t Archie seem way more creative with Veronica out of his life? Betty must really inspire him… encourage him to do bigger and better things.  Archie and the whole comic book seem way less self-involved now that Archie and Veronica are on a break.

You go, Betty.

Scents-ability

I rarely speak of new music here on The Egg (because I’m rarely aware of it).

But Katy Perry has been hard to avoid.  She’s everywhere.  I’ve seen her all over the talk show circuit promoting her new album “Teenage Dream,” and more recently hosting the Teen Choice Awards, which I’m not ashamed to say I watched.

(Okay, maybe I have a little shame.)

If you haven’t seen the album cover, Katy is lying in a cloud of pink cotton candy, which I assume inspired the scented CD.

That’s right.  When you open it up, your nose is tickled by the sugary-sweet smell of everyone’s favorite carnival/circus/baseball game confection.  Even if you’ve gotten sick on cotton candy in the past — hasn’t everyone? –  it will no doubt inspire a memory of a good day.

Which begs the question:  why aren’t more things out there scented?

In the movie “Legally Blonde,” Elle Woods scents her resume and prints it on pink paper.  She says it ‘gives it a little something.’  Her instructor and future husband both seem to agree.

What other items would benefit from good smells?  We obviously add scent to detergents and candles and body splash.  But what about movie posters on display at the theater?  Or Playbills handed out at Broadway shows?  Or how about best-selling hardback novels?

Would scent add ambiance or irritation? Inspire comprehension or incite allergy attacks?

Add a ‘little something’ or ultimately, take away?

Saucy gals

A recent issue of “Time Out New York” devoted an entire page to condiments.

“Ode to condiments” was indeed the headline, and the magazine used a combination of high gloss photography and highly glorified language to hail nine of the magazine’s favorite savory sauces from around the city.

Plum sauce, garlic sauce, tahini sauce, even something called crack sauce — a ‘compulsively dippable cream sauce’ — were all served up in irresistible dollops.

Looking at the page made my mouth water.

It also made me think of two good friends, both named Beth.  One lives for sauces and dips.  She would love this article and would happily visit each and every restaurant featured to try out each one.  If given the chose of condiments vs entrees, condiments would win pretty much every time.

My other friend Beth has a well-known fear of condiments.  Won’t eat ‘em.  Won’t try ‘em.  Doesn’t use dressing of her salad, mustard on her hot dog.  Doesn’t understand why people use ketchup on fries.  If she had been reading “Time Out New York,” she would have made a face at the mere idea of this page’s contents, and quickly turned on.

And yet, they are both named Beth and are both my friends.

Aren’t people interesting and wonderful…just like condiments??