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Weir Family. Aren’t We?
I recently was connected to a group of veteran media folks who convene once a month at a deli in the San Fernando Valley for lunch. It’s one of those throwback places that hasn’t changed the menu or the decor since the last time I had been there–more than two decades ago. Like the patrons,
Buses > Eggs
Rarely have the generational and ideological gaps that define today’s America been more on display than it was last night. For a beleaguered and heretofore overwhelmed sector of several coastal battlegrounds that were holding what would otherwise be deemed as “off-year” elections, last night was for the younger and/or more diverse end of these populations
Guilty With An Explanation
It’s one of THOSE days yet again, so fair warning if you want to skip today’s musing. On top of the usual chazerai that I regularly try to cope with I’m still reeling from some self-inflicted wounds, mostly because I chose to speak up at the wrong time to the wrong person. And, honestly, I
Gold Morning, America
You know how you know you’re getting old? Shows are having milestone anniversaries–and I remember vividly when and where I was when they started. Such was the case exactly a half-century ago when I was struggling to wake up to schlep to school, a process that had at that point become particularly mundane. I was
Ironically, It’s Turned Into A Game Of Chicken
I should be in a bit more of a buoyant mood, what with the Dodgers putting on one of sports’ most thrilling comebacks with back-to-back nailbiters that ended in double plays–the second in extra innings, no less–to lay claim to the first back-to-back set of baseball World’s Championships in a quarter-century. And hey, a recent
How Black Is CBS’ Eye?
As I’ve been reminded whenever I’m musing about people losing their jobs–which, unfortunately, has been an increasingly frequent occurrence in recent years–a little sensitivity needs to be in order. Sometimes I’ve been guilty of not showing it and I’ve been rightfully chided for it, often with a not-so-gentle reminder to think about how I felt
I Just Don’t Get IT. Plenty Do. But Not Necessarily The Ones That Could.
I really, really tried to watch IT: WELCOME TO DERRY in the wake of its premiere last Sunday night. I’ll confess I’m anything but a lover of horror, which especially on a day like today makes me a wet blanket and a half. I fully respect and acknowledge that there are plenty of people who
You Call This All Access? Where’s The Game Show?!?!
It takes quite a bit to stand out in the ever-polarized world of what loosely qualifies as news these days, and that’s all the more true in the non-linear realm. Hence the launch earlier this week of yet another platform hoping to glean a few more pennies a day out of addicts like moi couldn’t
Is It All Oprah’s Fault?
Time was a sure way for anyone to ingratiate themselves into practically anyone’s good graces was to have an association with Oprah Winfrey. Her absolute domination of afternoon television for a quarter-century not only made her a billionaire, but it also allowed her to put her imprenteur on practically anyone or anything she happened to