This week’s topic had me ready to go, as I always seem to get invested in a television show that subsequently gets yanked off the air. It cracks me up when people say that a show was cancelled too soon if it was pulled after ten years (Friends, Frasier). Honestly, at that point, the story has been told. It might be funny to tell it again, but the story was told. I always think of Cheers though, which was the dead last ranked show at #77 according to Nielsen the week it made its debut. Thanks to Brandon Tartikoff it stayed on the air, but all too often shows don’t get the chance to stick around.
So here is my list of 10. Oddly enough, many people appear in more than one of these shows before finding the show that kept them on the air . . . . Continue reading
So since I started doing the Wednesday Hodgepodge, I discovered Monday Listicles. I have thoroughly enjoyed both of them. Once I started clicking on the other links, I discovered there is a whole world out there of random link party topics. So I’ve now dedicated to a Tuesday list as well, just two weeks and two days late. I’m joining on week eight, but here are the Tuesday Topics!
There’s a part of me that likes that I know the next seven weeks ahead of time. Just in case I get snowed in and need something to do. You know, like avoiding housework. Again.
But here’s this week’s list! Eight TV shows. Sadly, it was hard to get down to just eight. So–fair warning–I might cheat a little bit. But here are the ones that I am currently obsessed with in no particular order. The only rule I had is that they had to still be showing or awaiting the next season. Continue reading
Sunday night is the night where the girls hang out. We watch tv or movies or play games, and two of the three of us knit or crochet to pass the time while watching television. Tonight there is no new episode of Grey’s Anatomy or Private Practice, so we decided to catch up one of the girls with the Big Bang Theory. She is through the first season, and we’re now into season two.
More than anything else, I love Sheldon Cooper. There are just things he says to be a part of the conversation that crack me up. His complete and total lack of comprehension of social norms is a hoot, and then there is the new go-to word for fun times.
Going back to season two now. Have a great night!
Project Runway is one of my favorite reality television shows. Yes, it’s starting to cycle. Yes, it’s all starting to run together. Yes, it’s formulaic. But it’s still impressive to see the amazing talent (and incredible delusion) that the contestants have. The new follow-up show, Models of the Runway, has been fun as well. It’s been interesting to see the girls that never talked before and how they are going through the competition.
Last season there was a model that was visited by her son. I remember thinking that there was no way on earth that those hips had borne a child. This woman–a statuesque 5’10”, beautiful complexion, skeleton with skin–was just so stinkin’ skinny, I could not imagine her pregnant. The picture I have in my head is of a woman toppling over because the weight of the pumpkin sitting on her front was pulling her over.
That being said, this past month was New York Fashion Week. Models galore with the opportunity to walk the catwalk for genius designers, some working as many as three shows a day. One of the more famous models recently is the lovely 21-year-old Coco Rocha. At 120 pounds, she is, in my opinion, underweight for her 5’10” frame. Yet the people in New York have been denying her work because her size 4 frame is considered too fat for fashion.
The average American woman is at least a size 12. The average runway model has gained weight and moved to a size zero from a size double zero. What about this is normal? What happened to the Christie Brinkley’s and the Cindy Crawfords of old, the women with curves? What happened to HEALTHY looking women? Did the Kate Moss era change the perspective of every human? Do people really think that skeletal hipbones are healthy and normal?
I’m not advocating a nation of obese people. I’m not saying we all need to have Krispy Kreme for three meals every day. I am just asking what the perception of normal is in an industry that is supposed to appeal to the common woman.
My cousin and her new husband
I used to cater at a local botanical garden, a spot which is very popular for weddings here in town. And rightly so, it is a beautiful location. I worked through a change in the catering contract, serving two different employers through many changes in policy and menu. I loved working at the tea house, as it was a fine dining location with a beautiful landscape and one of the few places in town where you could get a fantastic brunch. We were only open on Saturday and Sunday from 10-2, and the rest of the weekend I worked weddings that occurred in the garden. With the main house, a historic manor, a rose garden pavilion (where my best friend got married a few years ago), the tea house, the conservatory, and various spots in the garden for smaller, intimate weddings, trust me–there were plenty that occurred between April-October. I was the point person on the weddings I worked, which means I was second only to the manager for what happened, who did what, how to get things accomplished, and was the primary (as we called it) bridal bitch, waiting on the bride (and usually the monster-mother-of) hand and foot to make sure that all was perfect on her special day.
I loved my job. I really did. Didn’t exactly go to college and graduate school to cut wedding cakes for a living, though, and when I had one Saturday, working from 8am to 2am, and I cut SIX wedding cakes that day, well, I realized I was over it. Continue reading
Everyone has a vice. Everyone has a guilty pleasure. Everyone has a secret that they don’t particularly care to have known among the general public but that their closest friends are privy to (and tease you endlessly about).
Well, I’m here to blatantly admit my guilty secret. It’s a bit shameful, it’s a bit embarrassing, but here you go: Continue reading
I recently saw a listing of the worst TV shows released in the past decade. Some of them, like According to Jim and Kath and Kim, rightfully belong in the top five (I still can’t believe that According to Jim was on the air for several seasons! Maybe these two should be a lesson to not name the sitcom after the main character?).
I took issue with one of the ‘winners’ in particular: Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Granted, it wasn’t Aaron Sorkin’s brightest shining moment. And yes, it was obvious from the character of Harriet Hayes that he was bitter about his then-recent breakup to noted Christian Kristin Chenoweth. But there were some parts of the show that were outstandingly brilliant, and I think it deserves to be recognized as such. It came on the air the same time that 30 Rock debuted, and as an hour-long drama instead of a half hour sitcom it was the runner up in the on-air battle. Yanked before it’s episodes finished running, the set was destroyed before the final episodes aired. Thanks to DVDs, however, I am able to watch it in its entirety about twice a year.
Admittedly, I felt like it was overkill with the ‘you’re going to hell and I’m not just because I was baptized and you are a heathen’. But correct me if I’m wrong, isn’t premarital sex, monogomy, and blasphemy outlawed by the Bible as well? In which case, said character would be going to hell also, correct?
That aside, however, it was a remarkable use of an amazing cast. Continue reading