I live in Oakland with my boyfriend (Brady) and our two cats (Spader and Disaster). We all love to watch TV together and then share our insights. (Discussions between Spader and Disaster can get especially heated.)
I believe that great TV can be every bit as challenging and provocative as a great book, and that bad TV can be every bit as informative as a good documentary.
What I'm reading:
I'm much pickier about my books than I am about my viewing. Right now I'm trudging through Blindness by Jose Saramago and it's a real chore. (This is probably my failure since it won a Nobel Prize and all.)
The last great book I read was Black Swan Green by David Mitchell. It actually caused me to miss my bus once because I was so absorbed I didn't look up until it was driving away. Highly recommended!
What I'm listening to:
Girl Talk, Passion Pit, TV on the Radio, Dr. Dog, Empire of the Sun, Katie Stelmanis, The Knife, The National, The Ting Tings.
What I'm watching:
Currently Following: Gossip Girl, Saturday Night Live, 30 Rock, Pushing Daisies, The Soup, The Hills, Paris Hilton's My New BFF, Little People Big World, Metalocalypse, The Office, Desperate Housewives, Real Housewives of Atlanta, My Name is Earl, How I Met Your Mother, The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, The Rachel Maddow Show, the occasional Lifetime movie. Watching on DVD: Melrose Place, The Wire. Anxiously anticipating: Lost, Dollhouse, Project Runway Favorite Shows of Yesteryear: Veronica Mars, Twin Peaks, The OC, Buffy/Angel, Arrested Development, Degrassi: The Next Generation (but only up to Season 5).
cock rock: To some, the term conjures up images of rock gods in white jumpsuits, long hair haloed by a rainbow of lights, fans waving their Bics in unison as an immaculate guitar solo screams out from a tower of amps. To others, it evokes backstage legends of drugs and debauchery, the triumph of malecentric hedonism over social conscience, the unapologetic celebration of sleaze. To still others, it’s shorthand for memorable riffs with a backbeat that makes you want to throw some devil horns and bang your head.
The first thing you see is food. a breastlike dome of cake towers at the top of the ad, frosted pink with a raspberry on top. “It’s like dessert for your legs,” declares the text, and just in case this copy wasn’t clear, below it a pair of cellulite-free gams balances a bottle of Skintimate After-Shave Gel in lieu of icing.
He's taken the role of "ladies man" to new levels on How I Met Your Mother, played himself as a child actor turned mega-douche in the Harold & Kumar movies, and even used his rep for machismo to shill Old Spice.
So why should feminists be crushing? Because he's redefining the way masculinity is portrayed in pop culture.
Now that Tina Fey is Saturday Night Live's most visible alumni, it's easy to forget that female cast members have historically had to bust ass to get noticed.
So here's a look at Saturday Night Ladies of the past, remembering their contributions to the show and following up on what they're doing now...
Rachel Maddow wins the soon-to-be coveted title of The Box's Crush of the Week thanks to her mad reporting skillz, refreshing sense of humor, and love of cocktails.
The fact that she's a groundbreaking lesbian news anchor? Icing on the crush cake.
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