George Metivier let me use one of his images to sell my movie, Bible Madness. I also hired George for a shoot with the model, Venus, who appears in my latest movie, How To Take Pictures of Naked Ordinary Women. That was the name of a booklet George sold at Glamourcons, nightclubs, lifestyle conventions, and anyplace else where he was welcome.
He was a fixture at Vampiricus, a goth nightclub in Long Beach, California. He took photos of the pleasantries, sold his photographs and greeted new models. Those who posed for him created unforgettable images that would be scene in alternative magazines from the late 90’s.
George had two studios and three residencies when I knew him. This compilation of photo shoots shows one of his apartments while the shoot with Gina was videotaped in my condominium. Carol, his wife, created masks that were used in his photos and also sold at shows where George’s art was on display.
Kelly Renee, their daughter, was the creator of Cone of Silence, a zine which chronicled her passions and struggle with growing up with a photographer who took erotic photographs with models young enough to be her friends. She also created this work featuring former Biola student and pin up sensation, Bettie Page, for my zine,Christian School Confidential.
Money was a struggle for George and, even though he received a pension from the military, there was a struggle and then a turn to some dark times. Kelly would attempt suicide in Seattle. The doctors managed to save her life, but unfortunately she escaped from the hospital and her body was found a few miles away.
Carol passed away a few years later. James Brewer, a photographer whose works I displayed at the Subversive Art Fest (which also included works by George Metivier), called me in 2014 and told me George had passed away. I could not find any obituaries then and, even today, there are still no obits or records to even show that he walked the earth: outside, of course, of a few google sightings of his photographs.
The whole family has been wiped out in the shadow of gentrification. His apartment, which might have been $800 in the 90’s, is now $3000! Would he have even been able to survive in our Covid world of plagues and uncertainties? What I can tell you is that everytime I visited his apartment, there were new images I had never seen seemingly coming out of nowhere.
He photographed celebrities, the John F. Kennedy administration, curated historical photographs that were later sold to the Long Beach Historical Association, documented the Southern California goth movement, his photos are still displayed in some coffee shops in Long Beach, California. And yet, where are the rest? I do not believe he had a will. Those images are floating in the unknown and hopefully they will get rescued by collectors on the internet.
My contribution can be seen in this video , the Eternal Vampiricus, a tribute to the late, great gothic club with photographs by George Metivier.
I cut the cord. Packed up the cable box, remote controls and took ’em down to the cable company. Still keeping the internet, though! I’m not really sure I’m saving money. If I purchased all the streaming channels I wanted, I’d be back in the same boat. Either way, $248.95 is too much to pay for channels I may never watch and that’s what my company billed me for last week.
Taking control of your viewing habits is like switching from a fully automatic car to driving a stick shift. Slightly annoying, but you still control the speed. Watching television hasn’t changed, the only thing changing is how you watch it.
ME-TV is the only channel I wanted that did not survive the transition. One of the habits I acquired during the lockdown was watching Svengoolie, a horror movie host who goes back to the early 80s. It was not streamed on any channels! What to do?
I stopped by the Petrol Truck Stop and bought a digital antenna for only $9.95. ME-TV came through crystal clear. There was not any loss in quality. The only challenge was I had to be in front of my television set at exactly a certain time or else I would miss the show.
What in the name of nostalgia hell is going on here????
I got home, quickly prepared my food,went to bed, and turned on the TV to watch a horror movie host. Live on tape! And I could not leave without missing anything! The last time I watched a horror movie host, with the threat of missing anything if I left the TV room, was when I was eleven years old and watching the Bowman Body in Virginia.
It was psychological time travel!
Psychological Time Travel is probably the central reason many tuned into this horror movie host, especially those who found cable too expensive and had to cut the cord. I posted this sentiment on the group web page and was surprised at the warm feelings generated on this thread. One person wrote how she makes way to get in front of the television set on time. Just like it was in her youth!
I’ve lost track of how many movies I have recorded on a DVR and have yet to watch. It really wouldn’t be a problem to bring out the old VCR and see if I still remember how to program it, but who cares? If it’s only to be aired once, perhaps the experience will be valued more? Appreciate everything now because nothing can be re-experienced quite the same? Perhaps in the cutting cord, I really haven’t saved any money, but I gained wisdom?
Don’t get me wrong! If some streaming channel picks up Me-TV, I’m there. I like streaming. For the moment, this is the closest I have to a weekly religious ritual.
Quick, Svengoolie’s on! Gotta get off the computer now, or I might miss it.
This is Paris is the work of a budding activist. The fact that it premiered on YouTube, a platform that people of all economic strata can access, alerts us to the fact that whatever the message is in this movie, the producers do have a message about unregulated teen rehabilitation centers that are rampant through the United States.
I was fascinated by the fact that Paris Hilton’s mother was a child model for Sears and Roebuck Catalogue, early 70s era. Paris was modeling around the same age. She never knew a life that wasn’t wealthy, private, and somewhat caged in.
We see the glamorous part in the beginning. She spends her time partying on the Sunset Strip, only to be taken advantage by a guy who videotapes their encounters together and releases it to the world. Joan Rivers, the late comedian, is seen poking fun at her troubles as if this were all a career choice approved by her parents.
The parents aren’t quite how to control everything. They send her to the Provo Canyon School, an organization known for credible accounts of abuse. You can read about the Provo school from a variety of sites throughout the internet. The Hiltons decided to hire an escort service to take their daughter to the school. An ‘escort service’, for the uninitiated, are people whose job it is to transport a troubled teen from their homes to their future places of incarceration.
Paris is awakened at night and taken from her bed by two guys. She is pulled from the bedroom, put in a motorized vehicle, and away she goes to Provo! She is subject to moments of isolation, abuse, and labor.
When she got out of Provo, she starred in the series The Simple Life. Her screen persona seemed unfamiliar with physical labor, but that was an act. Those who were also incarcerated at Provo with Paris knew better.
Now that she regained some independence, Paris reunited with former students of the Provo home. Katherine McNamara, who was with Paris in Provo, becomes the centerpiece that pulls this movie together. She describes not only the scope of the troubled teen industry, but what other survivors of this home experienced.
Paris vows to spend the rest of her days closing down schools like this, and to also achieve her dream of being a billionaire. Can one have justice for troubled teens and still make a billion? Perhaps a Paris Hilton Millstone Collection might do the trick? Just inscribe this biblical verse on the inner circle: “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. Matt. 18:6“?
I’d buy it and I’m not even religious! That could probably sell well with the Paris Hilton brand with funds going to activism to either close down or regulate all troubled teen centers and children’s homes.
Paris Hilton made good on her activist vow since This is Paris. She protested outside her school. Testified before the Utah State Legislature about the harm such unlicensed places inflicted on teens and the need for accountability.
She also sells her image and merchandise in her role as an influencer. The movie does point out that Paris Hilton was the original influencer before the influencers existed. Let’s hope her influence pays off in the ultimate way: with regulation of the troubled teen industry.
January 6, 2021. The day the Capitol was sacked by fundamentalist Christians, cops, young guys who lived at home, some ex-military, and a vegan. It seemed humorous at first! I saw the mention on Facebook and just imagined a few supporters of 45 shouting a lot, but I was not prepared for the images of the mob invading the chamber of congress. Nor was I prepared for the marine who stood where the Speaker usually stands offering a word of prayer, and ratting out his conspirators, all at the same time by thanking God for the Capitol Police who let them in!
“Is this some kind of a religious activity?” I sarcastically thought.
Investigations proved that is exactly what it was. A loose association between evangelical churches and fans of right wing radio hosts and podcasters, with a little help from social media, became responsible for the moment of mass lunacy that we are still dealing with.
Where did they come from? Who was behind it?
All obvious questions considering there wasn’t an invisible elephant to hide anymore. It was a very visible elephant in front of us. The elephant party has traded the Messiah on a White Horse landing on the Mount of Olives for the Boss Hogg Messiah on the Motorcycle! Yeah, that’s the guy who will drive out all the democrats and destroy the satanic elite pedophiles.
Evangelicals once scorned political involvement.
Rick Perlstein, in his book, Reaganland, talks about Jerry Falwell’s crusade to get fundamentalist Christians involved in politics. Reaganland begins with Jimmy Carter winning the election and the Republicans lost without a center. It’s matter of fact style reminds me of Joe Friday on Dragnet. Perlstein leads us through the seventies with illustrations sure to score high with nostalgia buffs. Everyone from Jim Jones to Anita Bryant to the girl who didn’t like Mondays so she shot up her school makes an appearance.
Carter was President and Republicans were losing face with the public. It was Jerry Falwell and a loose association between fundamentalists and evangelical churches and Christian schools, who decided it was time for Christians to get involved in government. This came after years of believing it was wrong for religious leaders to involve themselves in politics.
Jerry Falwell once preached against ministers taking political stands. That sermon was directed toward Martin Luther King, Jr. Falwell changed his mind and called that moment a ‘false prophecy’. Christian fundamentalists shrugged it off.
Moral Majority, and other Christian conservative groups, began documenting abuses in the public school system. They frightened parents into sending their children to Christian Schools. Their goal appeared to be: defund the public schools until the only institutions left standing were Christian schools.
Christian schools had classes in Americanism Vs Communism, designed to keep the cold war going. ‘None Dare Call It Treason’ was assigned reading in more than one Christian school.
Falwell put together a dog and pony show called ‘America, You’re To Young To Die’. It began with a slideshow of a girl saying the pledge of allegiance. It shifted to gay men kissing. A few seconds of aborted fetuses assaulted the senses before the Jerry Falwell dancers took the stage and did their number.
Okay, they weren’t ‘dancing’. We called them ‘stage movements’. We were taught how to rename and rationalize everything!
Perlstein writes about the time Falwell came to Trinity Christian Academy in Jacksonville, Florida . After the big show, one of the teachers remarked that in his day they would have done something about the homosexuals. Or, as he called them, ‘faggots’. He revealed, in a classroom, that he and his friends beat up gays at Friendship Fountain, and, as Perlstein describes it:
“We knocked a guy’s head into the side of the fountain! He was bleeding like a squashed tomato.” When a student complained to another teacher about this un-Christlike behavior, the concern turned on him, not the teacher: “Are you thinking of turning gay, Dwayne? A gay person cannot be saved.” (Reaganland, p.722)
That student was me.
It was the first time the fundamental truth dawned on me: it’s okay to be hypocritical on some issues. Fundamentalists knew the theological loopholes. And I learned if you asked the wrong question, they can and will use that question against you.
Bob Gray, the founder of Trinity Christian Academy, would be arrested for multiple counts of child molestation in 2006. He apologized to the victims in private, but did that stop him from pleading ‘not guilty’ in a court of law? Not at all! We learned there are there are exceptions to the rule of law. It’s okay to disrespect the truth in public, or in a court of law, yet claim virtue in private.
We were raised to cut our leaders slack for the worst crimes! Is it any wonder many who grew up in evangelical households became supporters of an abusive, insurrectionist ex-president? We were trained to ignore the crimes of our spiritual leaders for years! Ignoring scandals of earthly leaders who are giving you the country is a piece of cake.
It isn’t such stretch to think of the education I received at Trinity Christian Academy as ‘radicalization’. I remember a few preachers who stomped and shouted, “I want you to be a radical for Jesus!”
They appear to have succeeded.We were steered away from praising democracy. America is not a democracy, we were taught. It is a constitutional republic. God led our founding fathers to establish this nation. They wanted white male property owners to vote. We can amend the constitution, but let’s not.
History was seen through a supernatural prism. Someone asked, “Why did Hitler kill all those people?”
I remember the teacher replying, “He was demon possessed. That’s the only explanation.”
Nothing about stereotypes, or bigotry, or scapegoats.That was their favorite tool after all! Nobody gave it up then. Nobody’s giving it up now.
We pledged allegiance to the American flag. Other Christian schools pledged allegiance to the Christian flag. Some pledged allegiance to the bible.I heard Al Jennings preach at a Trinity bible conference, “When our forefathers talked about freedom of religion, they meant freedom of the Christian religion! Not Hindus or Muslims. Christian!“
Many who engaged in the January 6 insurrection had ties to fundamentalist churches and schools. I now understand that Christian schools, intentionally or not, helped ignite and fan the flames that brought our nation to this moment. Perhaps we should investigate them with the same intensity they demonstrated when investigating and ‘exposing’ public schools?
Few call it radicalization, but none dare call it treason.
GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling will have its national television debut on March 19, 2013 on the LOGO Channel. It chronicles the rise and influence of the women’s wrestling phenomena. It should not be missed.
GLOW came into the world as a syndicated 80s sitcom. It was filled with offensive and politically incorrect humor. It characters included terrorists, angry housewives, farmer’s daughters, an evangelist, a Samoan priestess and a Nordic warrior called ‘Matilda the Hun’. All doing battle at the Rivera Hotel in Las Vegas.
GLOW became a phenomena that, while largely panned in the world of professional wrestling, created its own following without any help from Vince McMahon. Offended viewers wrote angry letters to local television affiliates.
Matt Cimber, producer/director of the television series, reveals the most popular audience for GLOW was young girls. Sally Jesse Raphael does not appear to buy this, but the documentary gives Cimber and all the women of GLOW the last laugh. Young women, from the worlds of roller derby, wrestling and fetish entertainment flock around Matilda the Hun at every screening of GLOW that I have attended. They either want autographs, pictures, or a chance to say thanks for providing another view of non submissive womanhood.
Women have not had an easy time in the world of wrestling. Deanna Booher, aka Matilda the Hun, mentions that reason she wrestled a bear in the Olympic auditorium is because women were not allowed to wrestle men. Now that wrestling is no longer recognized as a legitimate olympic sport, what is a male wrestler to do? Brush up on your microphone work and maybe you can valet one of these wrestling divas!
Yes, folk! Even in the 21st Century, there are wrestling magazines and sites that refuse to grant credibility to the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Why? Contrived plots? Not enough wrestlers taking their lumps? Or, maybe ‘it’s not real’? The hypocrisy of the male wrestling establishment is not the focus of this movie, but it’s pretty obvious.
Is a revival of GLOW in the works? An effort certainly seems to be made. Last year, a GLOW inspired match took place in Las Vegas while wrestling’s exclusive Cauliflower Alley Club assembled at the Gold Coast. David McLane, a former producer of GLOW, is promoting Women of Wrestling.
If anybody could truly be channelling the ‘spirit’ of GLOW, it would be Matt Cimber who adopted ‘the spirit of woman’ as the flagship image for his new show, Femme D’Action. It features GLOW stalwarts; Matilda the Hun, Little Egypt, Roxy, Godiva, Hollywood and a new generation ready to take on the world. It promises to bring back political incorrectness into its characters and scenarios.
GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Women of Wrestling might not be enough for some GLOW fans. It does create a legend with its own tall tales and innuendos. Did fan mail ever reach the stars? Was Pia Zadora responsible for halting the production of GLOW? And what’s the deal with Jacqui Stallone? How’d she get in this mixture in the first place?
Many of these questions are answered in additional material on the DVD. Billy Corgan, of Smashing Pumpkins (and GLOW fan extraordinare) , interviews Matilda the Hun, Hollywood, and Little Egypt about behind the scenes happenings of the cult TV show. If that is not enough, further shocks and revelations may be found in GLAMAZON QUEEN KONG: MY LIFE OF GLITTER, GUTS, AND GLORY! by Deanna Booher.
GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling begins and ends with Matilda the Hun. The movie reveals she is working on her autobiography. It is now available for purchase. If we are at the threshold of a GLOW revival, consider GLAMAZON QUEEN KONG to be its bible! The fact that both have been simultaneously released is synchronicity in action.