

Last week tennis legend Andre Agassi made headlines by revealing that he did some speed in the '90s. Today brings another revelation from Agassi's just-published memoir Open. As BBC News reports:
Former tennis star Andre Agassi wore a wig held together with pins in his first Grand Slam final, excerpts from his autobiography have revealed. The hairpiece—in his famous mullet style—had fallen apart the night before the 1990 French Open final, which Agassi lost to Andres Gomez. Before the match he prayed "not for victory, but that my hairpiece would not fall off", he writes in Open.
Up right: a still of the wig in action at the French Open finals. Now I ask you:
(Thanks for the heads-up, Towleroad.)
Over in the paper-paper this week, fearless leader Dan Savage says you don't have to get your feminist panties in a knot—it's 100 percent okay to dress all sexy-sexy for Halloween, ladies! And guys—what do you know!—he suggests you join in!
It's really very sweet of the gays to give us Halloween back. Thanks, gays! I am totally going as the sexy, sexy dying newspaper industry. Because you know what really goes with zombie makeup and a press pass? Fishnets.
A few weeks ago I visited the recently reopened Henry Art Gallery's collections study center—meaning, storage. (You can, too—just have a reason and make an appointment.)
It's worth it for the shelves and shelves of shoes alone. Some are out in the galleries now, thanks to the awesomely eclectic Vortexhibition Polyphonica. There are red 1970s women's sandals with retractable roller skates by Omnia/C, outrageously 1980s sexy red pumps made in Taiwan, Han shoes for bound feet, the Manchu answer to binding (hell, no!), and these, called qabqab:
They're made of wood with inlaid mother of pearl, and that architectural understructure is solid metal. They're marked as from the Ottoman Empire, probably made in Syria, 19th-century. And the label explains women wore them to keep from getting their feet wet at the bathhouses (Venetian women later wore them, to protect from the city's rising tides...).
Here they are in action (photo from Wiki).

Yesterday, Sullivan posted a deeply depressing video of gay-bashing in New York. In a TV interview, one of the suspects' friends showed off his anti-gay Leviticus tattoo. Too bad he didn't keep reading—he could've gotten an anti-tattoo Leviticus tattoo:
Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I am the LORD.
Leviticus 19:28
As a pastor wrote to Sullivan:
Of course since when is the Bible applied to oneself. It is apparently only to be applied to others, as an excuse for abuse.
(Rev. Buddy, our resident Biblical literalist/advice columnist, wouldn't have put up with that shit.)
h/t Slog tipper Christin.

Halloween is only 19 days away. Perhaps you'll want to dress up like a Sexy Environmentalist.
This costume is perfect for the eco-friendly consumer. Help spread the eco-friendly message! Go Green Girl includes green pleated mini dress featuring recycling badge, white lace and ribbon embellishments, GO GREEN! screen print on the butt, removable "Recyclers Do It Twice" pin and earth bag. Costume is packaged in recyclable paper bag. Please note does not include stockings or shoes.
And it's only $50! Thanks for the heads-up, Jezebel, which urges readers, "If you're going to wear a sexy Halloween costume, at least be creative about it," then offers a handful of creatively sexy suggestions:
Sexy Bottom Of Purse LifeSaver: Is there anything sexier than a crusty old LifeSaver from the bottom of your purse? I think not. Just put on a bra and a pair of fishnet stockings and wrap a pool tube around your waist. Then spray yourself with two kinds of perfume and some mint air freshener, to get that bottom of purse fragrance going. It's probably best if you also sweep up some hair from your dog or cat and stick it on your face somewhere. Nobody will be able to stop your hotness. Bonus points if you coordinate your drinks with the type of LifeSaver you're supposed to be. Butter Rum, y'allll.
In less sexy environmentalism, a Japanese airline is aiming to reduce carbon emissions by asking passengers to void their bladders and bowels before boarding.
A few years ago, a friend and I used to have a contest to try to imagine the worst tattoo in the world. My friend said that it would be pretty funny (in a very awful way) if someone got a tattoo of a beat-up Honda with a banner underneath that read "MY OTHER TATTOO IS A PORCHE." I think the first thing I came up with was a strip of bacon. That seemed like the kind of tattoo nobody would ever want. My friend decided that a sexy sheep in a bikini would be the worst tattoo in the world. And then I came up with what we decided was the winner: A life-size baby with a Hitler mustache.
And then a couple of weeks ago Grant introduced us all to LolTaz on Slog. And today they put up what I thought might be the worst tattoo in the history of the world (link NSFW). But then I looked back at the last few days' entries and I have to say that my quest is over.
This (link most definitely NSFW) is the worst tattoo in the history of the world.
The way the tattoo owner (Steve-O of Jackass...um...fame) covered up the Worst Tattoo in the World makes it maybe only the 376th Worst Tattoo in the World.
You've made it halfway through the week, and if you haven't snuck out of the office yet, why not have a laugh or two at the expense of those less fortunate than you?

UPDATE: As commenter Rose points out, following the link is possibly NSFW.

Commenters are currently giving him a 15% approval rating:
You look like nothing, like if you look at you you wouldn't even see you it's so boring.
3/4 length? Ghey, and not in a fab way.
Do you live in Brooklyn? If so, I think your pretty close with the uniform. May want to wait a few days and let your face get a bit scruffy.
Since 99 percent of the internet is talking about nothing anyway, I approve of this website as a way for people to talk about nothing in a semi-constructive fashion.

From the Henry's new digital archive of its costumes and textiles collections, which has a Google Earth component.
Here's a Norman Norell dress in the collection that Lauren Bacall wore.
Future Henry collections to be archived this way online: Photography and New Media, and Northwest artists.
The risks of global trade:
(Guardian)
Police arrest importers and seize jeans seen as disrespectful by devout Muslims
A Chinese clothing manufacturer probably thought it was on to a winner by exporting jeans bearing the Islamic expression "In the name of God, the compassionate, the merciful" to Iran. But an otherwise sound marketing ploy was undone by one embarrassing flaw: the phrase (Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim in Arabic), which graces each of the Qur'an's 114 chapters, was prominently displayed on the pockets of the jeans' backsides, something likely to be seen as disrespectful by devout Muslims.The perceived slight, first reported in the Iranian media, prompted a firm response from the police who announced they had seized the garments and arrested three businessmen said to have imported them.
Remember this:


You can buy the above t-shirt, which was designed and illustrated by Chris Ware, for $10 (with free shipping and handling) over at Shirt Woot right now. The shirt will not be there tomorrow. And! And! The $10 shirt is for a good cause: Profits will go to 826 Michigan, the Ann Arbor branch of Dave Eggers's nonprofit literacy program for kids.
I've already bought one. If you buy one too, and we accidentally both wear this shirt to Slog Happy, we can endure dozens of awkward jokes about how we are "twins." Has there ever been a better reason to buy a t-shirt? I think not.
Look at this dumb fucking article:
Flip-flops are a magnet for dangerous, deadly bacteriaThe flip-flop is the preferred summer shoe for many New Yorkers. But on city streets, the flimsy footwear can be deadly. That film of grime that coats your feet at the end of a day of flopping around town is some dangerous dirt. Lab tests of two reporters' flip-flops, worn for four days, revealed a potentially deadly germ - Staphylococcus aureus - lurking on the rubber. If it seeps into a cut on your foot - an entirely common summer affliction - the bacteria can enter the bloodstream and, if left untreated, kill you.
A magnet! A magnet!! Guess what? Everything has bacteria on it. Wash your dirty foot. Don't rub bacteria in your foot-cut. If you do get a foot infection, don't not get it treated. If you do these things, which you were already doing anyway because they are common sense, I promise you will not be MURDERED BY FLIP-FLOPS. Jesus Flopping-Around-Town Christ.

The Detroit dance-club legend is on the road. Los Angeles is the closest it'll come to Seattle—see the LAT's (irritatingly slow) gallery here. These 'dos on these chicks make Amy Winehouse's beehive look like a pimple.
Used Book Blog, which yesterday reported that Borders is forcing employees to sign no-blogging agreements, today prints a scathing letter posted by a new supervisor at a Florida Borders store. It begins:
Read MeThe past NO longer matters. It doesn’t matter who you are, how long you have worked here, or what your position is...
You should read the whole thing.
And Gawker says that American Apparel owner Dov Charney has asked his retail store managers to send group photos of American Apparel employees. He is considering firing employees who he considers too unattractive to work at AA stores.
Dov usually gets on the conference calls and talks to people, but one week, he went on a huge tirade and made stores that weren't doing well send in group photos. Why, you ask? He made store managers across the country take group photos of their employees so that he could personally judge people based on looks. He is tightening the AA 'aesthetic,' and anyone that he deems not good-looking enough to work there, is encouraged to be fired.
It is a depressing time to work retail.

Have you heard the news? The forthcoming season of Project Runway—the world's least-despicable reality competition, in which up-and-coming fashion designers compete for spots at New York's Fashion Week, making it solely on the basis of work and creativity and careful time-management, and gaining nothing from hating or sabotaging each other—features a contestant from Seattle!
History buffs may remember Logan Neitzel's face from 2005, when he was crowned Seattle's Sexiest Bar Back in the pages of The Stranger. Here's what he had to say back then:
SEXIEST BAR-BACKLogan Neitzel is a bar back at Marcus' Martini Heaven in Pioneer Square. He spends his evenings lifting buckets of ice and bending over to clear tables.
Do customers hit on you at work?
Hell yeah. A 40-year-old woman tried to get her husband to pay me to take my shirt off behind the bar. I would have done it for free. But he wouldn't ask.Where do you go when you go drinking?
I hang out at the Whisky Bar, the Bad JuJu Lounge, Neumo's. I'm a fashion designer too. I have a show coming up in May. Ladies have to be fashionable to get my attention.
Now Logan's a bartender at Smith and, of course, an up-and-coming fashion designer. But most importantly, he's a contestant on Project effing Runway, where I hope he rules rules RULES.
For now, we can only speculate, so let's get to it.
What kind of Project Runway contestant do you hope Logan Neitzel will be?
The new season of Project Runway begins August 20.
Robot 6 links to a street-legal motorcycle suit that looks just like the Batman outfit in The Dark Knight.
The suit is made by Universal Designs, which seems to be in the business of selling superhero outfits. (An ad on the site blares: ORDER YOUR MUTANT JACKET NOW!). I just lost forty-five minutes flipping around this website. They make outfits for parties (like this Batwoman costume) and promotional super-suits. The demand for this sort of product is only going to increase in the next few years.
Freeing brothers and sisters all over the world from the tyranny of the one color...
...Don't it make my black eyes blue? Blacks do not envy white folks skin; they envy their variety of eyes.

For sale at the Fremont Market yesterday.
There are people out there who have threesomes and some of them buy jeans too... but most threesomes include just three people. Not four.
I hope you've got your diapers securely fastened, France, because there is definitely something else in my Cap-Sac* right now. I can feel it up there. I think it's glowing.

But what is it? What is it what is it what is it!?
*The fanny-pack for your head.
Well well well well well well well well well well well. The goddamn French had to show me up by putting a BANANA SPLIT in their Cap-Sac*. (Or should I call it their Freedom-Sac!? ...No? Fine.)
Oh, it's on, France. IT IS FUCKING ON.
*Le fanny-pack pour du brainz.

"This was taken in front of the Gardendale, Alabama Walmart, where the young lady was shopping at the flea market," writes Slog Tipper Edie (who passed along the pic but didn't shoot it, so lore is all it may be...)
What...what's that? It feels like there's something in my Cap-Sac*.

But what is it this time?
*The fanny-pack for your head.
In case you were wondering.
(We thought it was mustard. Sorry. "One of them is correct!!!" shoulda been "None of them is correct!!!")