And in reacting, called into question my ability to call myself Indian if Johnny couldn’t.
March 15, 2012: Ray Cook writes a column in Indian Country Today called “Tontomania–Who are we’z anyway?
): A Tonto Timeline: March 8, 2012: Johnny Depp as Cultural Appropriation Jack Sparrow…I Mean Tonto I wrote this post quickly after seeing the “first look” pictures of Tonto in the new Lone Ranger.
I inadvertently caused a firestorm by making a snarky remark about Johnny Depp’s “Indian heritage”–which he says is “Cherokee or maybe Creek,” and saying he wasn’t an “Indian actor.” The commenters, rightly so, reacted.
Jack Nicholson, as we knew him at the start of his brilliant career. Rather than see "with" Nicholson, it simple saw him.
He and his wife are in their old folks building now and it's pretty depressing. They were able to reserve an apartment for me and the privacy was appreciated. The place is pleasant, the people are nice and friendly, but where are the young people? Anyway, still have to actually make it look 'proper', but I'm on same domain so no need to change links unless they were to specific posts. (I HAVE 300 TO GIVE AWAY) Just want to give back to the awesome people and music who have helped me through the hardest 8 months of my life. ” Bad Girls by Donna Summer Bad girls Talking about the sad girls Sad girls Talking about bad girls, yeah See them out on the street at night, walkin’ Picking up on all kinds of strangers If the price is right You can’t score if you’re pocket’s tight But you want a good time You ask yourself who they are Like everybody else They come from near and far Bad girls, yeah Bad girls Talking about the sad girls, yeah Sad girls Talking about bad girls, yeah Friday night and the strip is hot Sun’s gone down and they’re out to trot Spirit’s high and legs look hot Do you wanna get down Now don’t you ask yourself who they are Like everybody else, they wanna be a star Bad girl Sad girl, you’re such a naughty bad girl Beep-Beep, uh-uh You bad girl you sad girl Your such a dirty bad girl Beep-Beep, uh-uh Now you and me we’re both the same But you call yourself by different names Now your mama won’t like it when she finds out That her girl is out at night Hey, Mister, have you got a dime Mister, do you want to spent some time Oh, yeah I got what you want, you got what I need I’ll be your baby, come and spend it on me Hey, Mister I’ll spend some time with you P. — It seems that everyone has music on their mind during the hot summer in the city: more music favorites at Fringes and Rebecca. This is for you, female readers of Citizen of the Month — a special song dedicated to YOU, here on KNEIL!