Fluff: Kirstie Alley’s Twitter Wisdom
First, I have a couple bits of housekeeping: This week’s Unstapled recap will go up on Monday. So try to catch one of the ten billion repeats over the weekend if you want. Also, on Wednesday I updated the Museum of Fat Love for the first time in, embarrassingly, a couple months. My sincere apologies to those who’ve had submissions languishing in email limbo since then; I am getting through them now. If you want to be included, please send your story and picture to submissions@twowholecakes.org and I promise it won’t sit there for weeks this time. Thanks, my loves.
Now, on to the meat, or fluff, of this post.
Whether you love her or hate her—or both—Kirstie Alley gets mad props from me for maintaining such a ferociously loyal fan base, considering for the past several years she’s mostly famous for being fat, or for being not-fat, or for not wanting to be fat. I also enjoy her often-sweet, occasionally-deranged, and always-hilarious Twitter feed. Like all good camp, what makes Kirstie’s offerings so appealing is their absolute sincerity. She means this stuff. She means it hardcore. She may be the last surviving optimist in this bitter burned-out world. And even though I think her fat-hating inclinations—only rarely in evidence on her Twitter feed, to be fair—are a damn shame, I appreciate her candor and her, well, colorfulness. This is sort of what I imagine everyone in California to be like. Hence, I’m bringing y’all a semi-weekly, until-I-get-bored-with-it fluff column reproducing some of her choicest moments, emphatic capslock intact.
I proudly present, without further comment: five examples of Kristie Alley’s Twitter Wisdom, for the week of January 24, 2010.
Have a lovely weekend, fats.
I sure hope you caught that moment of “BRB I’m going to go pray, use my vibrator, and feed Lola.”
…that’s Carnie, not Kirstie.
Thankfully no, not all of us in California are like Kirstie Alley. Some of us are not like her even a little bit.
I will say this, though: I do like to watch her play a completely neurotic character who completely falls apart and makes it look completely hilarious. Nobody does neuroses falling apart better than Kirstie Alley.
And I’ve heard that Lady Gaga song maybe four times now and I’m already sick of it.
NOOOO!! KIRSTIE IS RUINING CALIFORNIA!!
Your posts are forcing me to see her humanity and I don’t like it one bit.
As a born and raised Southern Californian, I have to say we of course are not all like that (in fact I’d say most of aren’t loopy). BUT there is a preponderance of people just like her in L.A.! That personality type is a bit commmon. It makes living here in L.A. very “colorful” ha ha.