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BEST FRIDAYS: with Jessica Hopper

Posted on December 12, 2008 by

What’s Worst Mondays without a dark and villainous foil? That’s the kind of thinking that forced us to create Best Fridays. So for all our weekend warrior brethren: Wooooo, T-G-I-F, right? Herein we hope to bookend your awful week by quizzing our previous Worst Mondays candidate about slightly more encouraging things. Every Friday!

So Jessica Hopper blogs, writes, and is generally better than all of us. You’ll notice that we normally refer to the people we write about as “better than you”, but this time, we’re lumping our omnipotent selves in with you lowly peasants. Yeah, she’s better than JUICEBOXdotcom. We’re pretty weirded out, too.

Best injury
Fell off a ladder while holding a scissors and stabbed myself in the ass. I was pranking my roommate by gluing some of his belongings to the ceiling, so I was getting my karmic due.

Best historical figure
Herzog c. Fitzcarraldo and or Lincoln c. 1863.

Best thing to do with $20
Buy cards and stamps and write to elderly relatives.

Best party trick
Not partying.

Best monster

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BEST FRIDAYS: with Raymi the Minx

Posted on August 15, 2008 by

What’s Worst Mondays without a dark and villainous foil? That’s the kind of thinking that forced us to create Best Fridays. So for all our weekend warrior brethren: Wooooo, T-G-I-F, right? Herein we hope to bookend your awful week by quizzing our previous Worst Mondays candidate about slightly more encouraging things. Every Friday!

Just when we thought we couldn’t love Raymi more, she manages to keep our shit together with an email to remind us in our post-HCL haze (more on that later) that today is indeed Friday and we should maybe try doing our job at least 1/10 as well as she does hers by actually posting our lone quasi-regular feature.

raymi lauren to Ashley (3 hours ago)
hey lazy when does it go up i already blogged like a thousand times today!

Geez. Thanks, mom. Here:

Best injury
a piece of glass flew into my stomach from my brother swinging a grover stuffed doll while jumping on my bed and it hit the ceiling light and smashed to the ground, i was sitting leaning against my closet door wearing a bathingsuit (kids are awesome) it didnt even hurt that i recall, the glass was so sharp and fine it just plunked in, not too deep. my bro jumped off the bed and out of the room totally frightened he was going to get it, my parents came in the room, picked me up and put me on his bed in his room (glass was all over my floor) and took the glass out of my belly, i was gushing blood. no stitches, and i have a scar now, its tiny.

Best historical figure
marie antoinette, she was probably bipolar, i love sofia coppola’s depiction of her in film so much.

Best shirt
this. got it from black market, saw a skinny gay dude try it on then hang it back up, then i put it on and i could tell he totally regretted passing it up.

Best thing to do with $20
something involving food and booze like as much as you can get

Best party trick
this thing where i rotate my drink (full) 360 degrees and it looks like i am extremely graceful and double jointed, drunk people are so amazed by it and dazzled, it really is not difficult at all.

Best monster

Best question ever asked of you in an interview. Now answer it:
i am so self centred i enjoy all questions, cannot think of any one in particular, creative ones are good that jog yer memory and allow you to tell a story you’ve long since forgotten

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WORST MONDAYS: with Raymi the Minx

Posted on August 11, 2008 by

At JUICEBOX HQ, we’ve never really had a case of the Mondays because we don’t have real-people jobs. But for those feeling a bit garfield this A.M., feel free to wallow in other people’s most hated things. Every Monday!

After the Warren Kinsella debacle that was our last Best/Worst, we thought it’d be appropriate to follow up with someone who offers the same degree of popularity-cum-polarity, only on the other side of the Internet spectrum. Ladies and gentlemen, blogging champion of the world Lauren White AKA Raymi the Minx!

For the unacquainted, our favourite Toronto-based A-list blogger runs what would at first glance appear to be a celebrity blog or fansite (in that it details the down-to-the-minute minutia of an everyday life in text + blagillions of photos), only it’s journal… and it’s all about her. Even though she’s my age [read: a wee babe], she’s a grandmama in the blog world, having been at it since, like, the year 2000, long before your mom heard the word “blogosphere” on CNN.

If you live in Toronto, you’ve definitely glimpsed her in real life –- at every concert/press party/free booze shindig you’ve ever attended. Or maybe even at one of her art shows (where she showcases equal parts paintings of Lindsay Lohan and Kim Jong-Il). And if you recognized her, you definitely checked her site the next day to see whether or not she approved of the scene-y event of your choosing.

There was probably a time when I reloaded Raymi’s blog more than my own email, mostly because she actually updates that much (we could take a cue). This was a revelation– a time-killing mega-distraction on a pre-Mark Zuckerberg Internet. For some, it’s hard to pinpoint the appeal of her blog, outside of the blankfaced voyeurism it affords with little to no censorship. Its been referred to as everything from performance art to soft porn (and thus occasionally blocked on the computers of those with real-people jobs), and she gets written about by everyone from Eye Weekly to Drunken Stepfather. I dunno, we just like her. And other people must too because she has lots of those weird little Best Blog in Canada/the-Universe awards on her site, and more hits than we could dream of this side of becoming a Warren Kinsella hate forum. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt her rad factor that she’s related to Jack Kerouac.

(p.s. we did this interview via email and aren’t editing it, lest the raymicore-types lynchmob us)

Worst day-job
i worked for one day only in park slope, brooklyn at this total yuppie organic vegetarian cafe, so uptight, it was a month after 9/11 so everyone was on edge and lost (jobwise, spiritually, whatever), i really needed money, it was going to be under the table. i eat meat and at the time i smoked, i think the smoking thing is what turned them off of me. i was paid 5 bucks an hour for that day. at dinnertime all these demanding waspy types came in and rushed the store and called in orders, total chaos, on top of being taught everything in 20 minutes like how to tare (measure) on the scale all the portions, fuck. totally made me scatterbrained and feel wickedly stupid. it’s hard to learn when you know someone thinks you are an idiot, prior to that i had zero food industry experience, bartending yes, food no. i did not receive a call back. i forget what the place is called and i do not care they can kiss my ass.

Worst haircut
the one i got in england (for free) when i was 17. well it wasnt so bad, but when i came back to canada i had it modified even shorter and then it just went bananas from there. here is the original cut, not too bad, kinda moppish beatle. not so hot looking in this one then from there i fucked it all up by rod stewarting myself. yikes right.

Worst subculture
goths or emo kids.

Worst date
oh fuck too many, like the time i took the subway all the way to scarborough to meet a dude from the internet who was like totally pushy and nowhere close to as dashing as he seemed on the net. he was really skinny and tall and russian and really wanted to do it and i was putting out all these it’s not going to happen vibes, i get really polite when i am uncomfortable and i smile a lot and so he was misreading it, he offered to drive me back downtown (i was commuting from the burbs at the time working d/t) and i was like no way i am taking the subway. oh and using the payphone after i ditched the guy i left my brothers new winter hat in the booth. insult to injury much.

Worst invention
that ponytail thing that makes knots in your hair, the type of style polygamists rock, ungh brutal to my eyes.

Worst purchase
anything i have ever scooped on impulse, typically clothes. oh wait i bought a spinner blinged out necklace as a joke, gave it to my niece. it wasnt that expensive, just a pointless purchase. also an expensive pair of jeans that i never even wear.

Worst way to die
being murdered, doesnt matter how. someone taking your life from you w/o your choosing or desire to die, the worst. then theres cancer and aids and blah blah bla death is scary!

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