The slight yet sexy cleavage a woman shows when she wants you to be influenced by her breasts, yet still take her seriously professionally.

The mature way for a teenager to apologize on Australian Television for throwing a party that resulted in damage to law enforcement vehicles. Is the perfect comeback for when a bitchy anchorwoman tells you to take off your glasses and apologize.

Usually pejorative, somewhat funny, somewhat cheesy.

Chizzy can be very good, but it can also be very bad. Chizzy is hand gestures. Chizzy is an adjective, but it is also a way of life and an attitude. Chizzy can replace one word in each sentence that you speak.

really funny, yet stupid movie about a self-loving anchorman, an anchorwoman that joins his station, a horny reporter, a weatherman with an IQ of 48, a mildly gay/idiotic sportscaster, a dog that gets punted off of a bridge, a fight between numerous news reporters, and cologne that smells like Bigfoot's dick. it takes place in san diego, california.

A baffling mixture of feminine perkiness with smug patriotic newsanchorliness. Possessed by women with high profiles in mainstream media, but usually abandoned for either perkiness or gravitas once the newswoman is experienced enough with both to decide between them. Currently the perkitas ringmaster on television is Daily Show correspondent Samantha Bee, who must be blessed by a rogue star, because she remains the only female fake news reporter on a hit comedy show two women created.

(Yes, two women invented The Daily Show; and at least one, I am proud to say, is an out lesbian. Kind of makes you scratch your head when you see how few comediennes are featured on that program.)

Perkitas wavers uneasily and insecurely between all-American cutesyness (or, for our Canadian readers, all North American cutesyness) acceptable to male watchers, and gravitas, which ought to be gender neuter but is not, as many men find it threatening when possessed by a female news reader.

Defining characteristics: a nice round, solid Midwestern broadcast voice; the same suggestive pauses and stresses on certain words and phrases as found in gravitas, such as "terror", "patriotism", "homeland", and "national security"; but the piercing gaze is occasional, fragmented, cautious and discarded, in favor of...

steroid abuse capital of europe.
Geographical and spiritual home of "spice-boys" - steroid abusers with mullets who spend even more time over their hair than an american news anchorwoman.
Home to a stangely polarized mix of wonderful open-hearted people, complete cunts, and not much in between

*Also known in other circles as Archbishop Charles Montgomery, Mr. Leon Weston, Dr. Jack, Godfather, Salvatore Ringo, Gerard Salazar, Freddy Incognito, and Lord of the Cynics.*

The Prophet of Deception is a man of many tastes, ranging from fine wines to mahogany commode and golden Montblanc fountain pens. Through his unsurpassable charisma and zealous devotion to none other than himself, he has forged a legacy of scams and backstabbings so great, the Pope himself would shit 15 times in The Prophet's presence. A skeptical agnostic, he views himself as a living god, higher than all other life, and yet while his financial assets are that of kings and lords, his romance life is that of a retarded goldfish with the AIDS, translation, he doesnt stand a fucking chance with a woman due to his off-the-chart smugness and arrogance.

He has a complex history filled with drama and woe, lovers few and far in between. It was during his height as Heierarch of the Band Council that he met his first love, who fucked him over and left him to die. He then reestablished himself as a god, current head of the Red Letter Forum, but love would once again come to his doorstep in the form of a promising young English Intern turned full time anchorwoman sex bombshell.

He currently resides in a palace of misery, slowly drowning in his own narcissicm, but remains hopeful that one day, he will rule EVERYTHING.

We can only pray that he does.