I don’t believe I actually made any value judgment about her looks or whether or not she was sexy. I just said she barely resembled her earlier celebrity self and that she looks now like some ordinary woman her age. I didn’t suggest one way or the other whether she looked better then or now, just that she was barely recognizable.

My intended point was more about their art, namely that they’re not contributing much musically by reuniting. They were a mediocre band in their day, but at least they part of their “New Wave” era. Now, they are just kind of embarrassing, trying to make a buck cashing in on nostalgia for their earlier reputation. They have ceased to innovate.

As the button says, Kevin, you’ve obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a shit. I have particularly little respect for someone who comes to my site and tells me how to live my life while hiding behind anonymity. Pussy. Please take your armchair psychological bullshit elsewhere.

Usualy when we feel compeled to discredit another it arises from something we dislike in ourselves. I would say that you don’t like the idea of growing old and that the idea of seeing a woman over fifty trying to be sexy disrupts you because you either don’t like the idea of sleeping with someone that old, or you fear what it will be like for your future lover looking at your fifty year old body. Blondie was mearly a trigger for you’re fear of mortality and aging, and I find you to be quite obvious. I’m sure you feel like a hardend intellectual having this meaningful website, were you can prove your right about everything, my advise to you is to quit worrying about how smart and culturaly hip you are and take a good look in the mirror, just what do you see?

Well, perhaps you’ve never seen a run-on sentence then, because that’s not one of them. A run-on sentence is not measure by the number of commas (which, in this case was five, not “like, ten”) but whether or not the sentence features two (or more) independent clauses lacking appropriate punctuation (such as our friend the comma) or conjunctions to grammatically glue them together. (See details here.) My sentence has several dependent clauses but only one independent clause. So it’s NOT a friggin’ run-on sentence. (Meanwhile, if you’re going to become such a 10th-grade-educated stickler, you might want to introduce yourself to apostrophes, as your own sentence above lacks three of them, not to mention a hyphen.)

Long sentences are not bad grammar (read Faulkner or Joyce, for Christ sake). They are simply a stylistic choice. If you don’t like them, read other blogs.

Erika, please don’t start PC-policing my blog. I’ll continue to feel free to make fun of any characteristics about celebrities as I see fit: signs of age, fluctuations in weight, deteriorating looks, bad hair, criminal behavior, sexual deviations, they’re all on the table. As for the Rolling Stones, my intended point wasn’t that they’re pretty and thin (heroin will do that) but that they’ve continued to produce good, relevant music through the ’90s. I bought then ‘94 album Voodoo Lounge and thought it was really good, and I saw the accompanying concert in Budapest, where they kicked ass. But Blondie, I just don’t see them having the same staying power. I totally agree about Exene. I was always a much bigger fan of X than Blondie, and I still have the LPs to prove it!

as far as aging with grace (yeah, like the rolling stones??? not!) i’d rather see exene tear it up than debbie harry; heck, i’d rather see lots of other cool women rockers tear it up before debbie harry. it’s like abba for the warhol crowd.

can’t wait for the new juliana hatfield and pj harvey records. yay.

Thats a runon if I’ve ever seen one. Theres like, ten friggin commas in there.

If you think that’s bad, you should see how I’m hacking the code on this site, server-side include inside server-side include. But, like the sentence above, it’s charm, while perhaps inelegant, is that it works.

I tell stories the same way. I like tangents.