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Prada’s Never Out Of Fashion For A Reunion
Unless you’ve been under a rock you probably already know that the official kickoff to the summer-ish blockbuster season is the incredibly promoted sequel to a box office darling from 20 years ago, THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA. Perhaps one of the most enduring remnants of the far more narcissistic oughts, the OG version was the
God Save The King? How About Us?
I was inclined to have a tad more interest in this week’s road trip for Chuck and Cammy given my lineage. As I’m not ashamed to overshare, my grandparents were London Eastenders who despite their decidely blue-collar roots always had four o’clock tea with Cadbury biscuits whenever I visited. And when I discovered the existence
So Who Needs Berlanti Anyway?
Mention The WB or The CW to a more casual millennial fan and you’ll immediately be regaled with warm fuzzies of shows like DAWSON’S CREEK, THE GILMORE GIRLS, BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER, SUPERNATURAL and just about every classic DC comic book character you could remember. By the mid-2010s that particular niche had mushroomed to include
It’s Josh’s War Now.
We are all acutely aware that the leader of the free world spends a lot of time lying awake in the wee small hours of the morning thinking about the state of the world–at least the version that perhaps the most celebrated malignant narcissist to ever occupy 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is capable of comprehending. Well,
Ding! That’s A Right Answer!!
You likely know I’m a game show junkie; I’ve probably mused at least a hundred times since we started this about the genre. And even as recently as yesterday, in the wake of yet another seeming attempted assassination attempt on our administration, I couldn’t go without making a reference to an obscure failed series from
This Is Why I Don’t Regret Missing My Prom
I never did get to attend my high school prom. Morbidly obese and/or socially awkward kids with no driver’s license rarely get chosen and our families certainly didn’t gave the means nor desire to spring for a limo, corsage and tux even if we might have been able to wheedle and cajole some opportunistic female
Who’s Bad? Not MICHAEL, Shamone.
I have an admittedly schizophrenic reaction when it comes to critiquing. I acknowledge that I often do muse about media in a way that I would suppose could classify me as one, but I’m far too devoid of self-worth and keenly aware of the size of my footprint to even think that what I opine
This Ain’t Hanoi, Jane.
I can’t say Jane Fonda and I have anything even remotely close to a “relationship”. But she does have this uncanny knack of making guest appearances in my life. My cousin was fremeies with her second husband, activist Tom Hayden, who besides being her plus-one came to national attention as what the late and thoroughly
Revenge Of The “Nerds”?
I never did go to the NAB Show when I was a position to do so. Many of my peers at more liberally budgeted companies would get to go to the mid-spring confab in Las Vegas for “support”–which was at the time code for “you’re doing a bang-up job, take your significant other and enjoy