Medusas Wild

Josh Friedman, a Hollywood writer who was in on Snakes on a Plane from the git-go, has one of the most entertaining blogs around, though illness and other issues have made his posts irregular. Currently he is holding forth in solidarity with his fellows over the writer's strike against America's Top Model, and shaming Tyra Banks, the show's anchoring fantoccina, for failing to step up and support them. Here's part of the rant, from his latest episode, Snakes on a Motherfucking Catwalk, Part 2:

You're morally obligated to speak up. And you know what? I don't even care if you disagree with what they're doing. Stand up and SAY THAT. At least have the courage of your convictions.

I can't imagine the size of the Mrs. Beasley's muffin basket you sent to Mel Gibson thanking him for getting your name out of the trades for a little while. And yeah, sure, being a drunken bigot's a little rougher than being the postermodel for the Reality Sweatshop Movement, but at least that motherfucker knows how to make a strong choice and COMMIT TO THE MOMENT. He's like some fantastic Stanislavsky/Martin Boorman love child conjuring sense memories from his Holocaust-denying father while staggering Kurtz-like through Malibu waiting for Leni Refenstahl to yell cut and fix it all in post.

But I digress. The point is, at least Mel cares enough to call.

So while we're on the subject---snakes:

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