Super Ego

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Empress yourself

Saybeline and Monistat compete for San Francisco's ultimate drag crown. Plus: Slumpfest and HOTTUB rep the hip-hop spectrum

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marke@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO It certainly has not escaped my attention that this whole amazing Arab youth uprising thing is taking place during Fashion Week. It's a mitzvah! But while Hunky Beau and I have been busily rooting through Reuters for inspiring pics of various hipster Egyptsters and Tunisians turnin' in out (or, conversely, signs of any uprising under the Manhattan tents — watch out for Joseph Altuzarra, y'all), I've tried to have more than fast-forward fashionistas in my forethoughts and yummy Yemenis on the Bahrain.Read more »

Fried

On orgy of progressive values -- and cheeseburgers! -- at Chris Daly's new bar. Plus: Puppy Pile, Miss Honey, Pink Mammoth, and Egyptian Lover parties

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I don't have a lot of pet peeves — that would break my lease. Other than, say, invading a country for no reason, making fun of people with mental illnesses and addictions, refusing to pay taxes because you think people of color are moochers, or ordering Uggs online, still, not much reliably gets my goat, ties it down with friendship bracelets and Danish dreadlocks, and forces it to listen to Ke$ha remixed by Tiësto while wearing Juicy Couture or Pink by Victoria's Secret.  

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Blue cheer

NIGHTLIFE: Bonjay, Gadi, Kode 9, Nick Curly, Toxic Avenger, and Big Al's Big Ass Comedy Jam

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marke@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO "Do you think that rats ... think that bats ... are angels?" cracked tall, curly-haired Brendan Lynch, nicknamed Skeletor for kicks, at the opening night of Big Al's Big Ass Comedy Jam at John Colins on Jan. 19. I'm breaking one of the cardinal rules of comedy journalism ("ha") by giving away a punch line, but Lynch lobbed and landed so many Moebius-like thought-twisters — think Steven Wright minus Valium — I'm sure he won't pummel me too much. Yes, I'm flirting.Read more »

Knock knock

Fag Friday, Doc Martin, Jazzy Jeff, Kafana Balkan, and more fun nightlife haps. Plus: Happy 50th birthday DJ Bus Station John!

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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO I think we've all agreed to finally bury overused buzzwords like "legendary" and "icon" and "classic" and "mitxirrika" in the cold, cold buzzground. Hype gives me the sneezes. Nevertheless, there are some accomplished parties and DJs making return visits (and, in one case, celebrating a semi-centennial) this week, which and who deserve some fresh superlatives.

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Nip of the pug

Dancing off the shakes with Ritual, Science of Sound, Nickodemus, Lights Down Low, and Clift Sessions

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I guess I'm still recovering from New Year's Eve? Wow. Everybody still on a roll put your hands up, aye. This week promises to push us ever deeper into the breach, with several offerings from regular parties to freak all out about — and most important, help shake off the ghosts of your hangover. Forget that whole "raw egg in Tabasco sauce with a spoonful of honey" or whatever. The real remedy for weeks-after hung-up woes is dancing, dancing, dancing. And maybe a little hair of the dog. Or, in my case, a little pug named Jose Cuervo, who somehow snuck in to the club in my sequined baguette. Read more »

Funk phenomenon

DJs Damon Bell, Centipede, and Tom Thump blend their disparate styles into a massive Funkasaurus Rex at the Loose Joints weekly party

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One of the most influential, and underreported, trends of San Francisco nightlife in the past few years has been the feisty reinvigoration of the jazz scene. Read more »

Spank it

Some hot and heavy New Year's Eve party picks -- no diapers required.

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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO Dear Baby New Year, can you cut up a lot more lines of that fantastic 2010 stuff? Local nightlife and dance music was off the hot hooker. And if the phalanx of shindigs piled up for New Year's Eve is any indication, there's a glitter-canon's worth of glee to come. Below are my favorites, check 'em out. Thxy! Love, Marke B. (P.S. Er, one more thing ... you've got a little VCR on your leftie. Kids these days!)

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Churn, churn, churn

YEAR IN MUSIC: Local and global club dance floors got deliciously heady in 2010 -- but when are we going to kick that 2 a.m. curfew?

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marke@sfbg.com

YEAR IN MUSIC "But not this time. This is our time. This time you're going to hand them a business card that says 'I'm CEO ... bitch!' "Read more »

Tinsellitis

Happy Holi-mess: John Waters flies in on "A Sleigh Full of Smut," plus Jackie Beat's "All You Can Eat Christmas," Noel Noir, Hot Natured, Big Top, and more glittery parties

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For John Waters fans (and who isn't one?) this of course makes perfect sense: The Pink Flamingos director and hot-filth raconteur winters in chilly Baltimore, and summers in fog-shrouded San Francisco. "I just love watching the shocked tourists on the cable cars, gripping their cans of Ensure and freezing their asses off," he jokes over the phone with that infamous little cackle. He'll be jetting back here, however, on Sat/11 for "A Sleigh Full of Smut" his one-man Christmas show to benefit the awesome Roxie Cinema, which turned 100 last year. Read more »

Cho tunes

The wonderful Margaret Cho is back in the land of tiny dogs. Plus: Lazer Sword, Smalltown DJs, the Tiara Sensation Pageant, and more wild nightlife

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superego@sfbg.com

SUPER EGO "You know me, I'm always doing something," Margaret Cho practically purred over the phone en route to another smash show on the East Coast. Um, understatement of the year much? While the Cho-stess with the Mostest is lately giving off the chill vibes of an edgy comedian and right-on scenester in her prime (she's not shy about being on the golden side of 40), she's been more active than ever. "I totally have symbolic flames on the side of my tour bus," she quipped. "It's so retro '90s."Read more »