Não me agradeça, agradeça ao Beer Goggler, que ainda tem outras lá.

E já declaro o Carlão vencedor dessa rodada – jogadores novatos costumam entrar na mesa com cartas de peso. E só assim posso descrever essa atriz semidesconhecida de seriado americano, mesmo que a camiseta fique no limite do que é pop e o que é publicidade, que eu já discuti com o Vinícius aqui. Antes que chiem: Coca-Cola, óbvio, é pop.

Faça-se um favor e veja o resto do ensaio (prometo que não tem mais cigarro).

Neguinho se empolga…

Vi aqui.

Seguindo nesse nas profundezas do groove, vale citar que o blog Soul Spectrum está inaugurando uma nova seção dedicada especialmente à música brasileira com o sugestivo nome de Gostosa. Eles explicam – antes de inaugurar a seção com uma pérola do Chicago Transit Authority regravada pela Astrud Gilberto. E vale linkar a explicação para Gostosa que eles indicam no blog, tirada do A Year Here da Gina:

It means “delicious.”

For a woman, it means sturdy thighs, nice wide hips, and shopping in the “curvy” section in a store. It means ordering more than just a salad and water for dinner, it means rejoicing in molho branco, sorvetes, e frango e carne e vinho tinto. It means to love life and to have it show on her body, the ripeness and fullness of pleasure apparent in the shape of her arms and belly and cheeks and thighs. It means to have a hearty laugh that resonates in the bosom. To be gostosa means to be fleshy and sexy, to have soft skin and a warm smile. To be gostosa means to be delicious, to have on your hips a little something extra to hold onto. When a woman is gostosa she wants for nothing.

Here there is no tiny skinniness, no skeletons walking around on the street looking fine. Here there is lovely plump, round, dangerously sexy flesh on the street–good thighs, good hips, perfectly proportioned with the rest of the body.

To be “linda,” to be “bonita,”–those are ways to say “beautiful.” And those are good ways, too. Lots of girls are pretty, muito bonita, ay que linda. But to be gostosa, that is a title not for everyone. In the States we worship bones and angles, shrinking into ourselves until we are just eyeballs and hair, colored and cropped just so. Up North we are tight and fine and tense and small. And trying to be smaller.

But not here. Here in Brazil, it is nice to slip into my jeans and feel them hug my legs and to know that whatever I was unhappy with up there in the North is alright here. Whatever made me wrinkle my nose about myself or frown with displeasure or dream about “getting fixed” is alright here. Is beautiful. Is actually delicious.

Nice. Let the era da gostosa begin, portanto.

Astrud Gilberto – “Beginnings“ (MP3)

Eu sei que Slayer dá azar, mas como a Sasha Grey dá sorte, tá tudo resolvido. E a tarja já tava quando eu achei a foto.

Do Tush.