Friday Field Notes: What do Male Strippers, Blue Tits and Scientology Have in Common?

Nothing really, except they all made news this week.

What has more cheeze than a Cheeto? Male strippers!  But “Magic Mike” (a movie about male strippers) opened this weekend to pretty good reviews (Rotten Tomatoes 79% fresh).  So now I’m curious, especially since it’s directed by the great Steven Soderbergh (Traffic) which gives it that bacon meets chocolaty good weirdness (an excellent analysis can be found here from Screen Crush).   Apparently, the right way to see this movie is to grab a pack of girlfriends and whoop it up as loud as you can in the theater.  Send the evite out with this animated  GIF.

Mike is magic

So it shouldn’t be any surprise that author E.L. James makes reportedly $1.34 million a WEEK off of her “50 Shades of Grey” novel.  Note to self: start crowd-sourcing female porn fan fiction to fund luxury Costa Rican retirement.

Hey girl, speaking of things we love, Ryan Gosling has some thoughts on the Obamacare bill that SCOTUS passed last week.  Brought you by the crew at HuffPo.

Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise are getting divorced due to his extreme devotion to Scientology.  Wait…does this even qualify as news if we already knew this would happen?

Mother Nature brings us another cruel joke in the form of Blue Tits (as in birds, not buxom Smurfs).   Apparently, once the female loses her beauty and their chicks are hatched, the male loses interest.  Can we just cut the bologna already and stop trying to pretend this is interesting because it only happens to birds?

That rotten, no good cheating scoundrel, the Blue Tit.

Finally and sadly, Nora Ephron died at the age of 71.

Photograph by Linda Nylind/Eyevine

The media is flooded with beautiful tributes about the impact of her work and generosity towards others. My favorite is this one by Lea Dunham in The New Yorker.   While I’ve never met her personally, what will stay with me forever is the idea of Nora Ephorn.  To me she painted a world of “why not?”.   Not just a place where messiness, romance and food happily co-exist.  But one where a woman can accomplish things I thought were only possible in my unreasonable imagination – be funny, be an essayist, be a screenwriter, be a director, be divorced (and ultimately happily married), be older and wield real Hollywood power while nurturing the next generation.

It was said that Nora Ephron knew she was dying when she wrote the book “I Remember Nothing”.  She wrote a list of things she will and won’t miss when she dies.  It’s worth the click.

Have a great week.