That Philadelphians, described a mere seven years ago as America's most porked-out people, have vaulted to the 23rd most in-shape, according to Men's Fitness. Phillyist writes: And who's to credit for our Charlie Brown-esque rise to 23rd place? None other than Mayor John Street, of course. Besides naming his friend Gwen Foster as Philadelphia's "fitness czar," he helped create the program "Health Journey," which encourages "travel buddies" to "travel to exotic places including fictional places such as Las Veggies, Nev.; Hon-A-Lose-It, Hawaii; and Fitadelphia."
That we like boobs a lot, according to Gridskipper. Writing about the Boobies exhibit at the Falling Cow Art Gallery in South Street, Gridskipper shows it knows its Fug lyrics. Philadelphia Weekly shows it doesn't mind using the word boobies: There'll be blinging boobies, double-D boobies, frosted boobies, battling boobies, sisters' boobies, cascading boobies, animal-topped boobies, Land O' Lakes boobieshell, there'll even be three boobies you get to "examine." Neither do we. The show, which benefits breast cancer research, runs through Aug. 26.
That Owen Wilson don't remember the queen of soul. At least he doesn't remember Steely Dan or their song "Hey Nineteen." Or so he says in his back-at-you reply to the Dan's Becker and Fagen, who've accused him of ripping off their "Cousin Dupree" song and turning it into a lame movie. I agree with the Huffington Post commenter who'd like to see a flick based on Steely Dan's "Don't Take Me Alive." "Throw Back The Little Ones" would work, too, if anyone knew what it was about. Read the lyrics. (I did just hear "Cousin Dupree" on the radio, meaning this whole thing is working as planned.)