Claire, Andi, and Nikki
Oh Juan Pablo, my friend, what have you done? You had these girls on a string, but something has gone horribly wrong.
You were handed everything on a silver platter. 27 girls showed up at your front door wanting to fall in love with you, wanting to mother your current and future children, and dying for a wildly over-the-top wedding funded by ABC and officiated by Chris Harrison with a guest list full of reality television rejects.
Juan Pablo, all you had to do was smile, listen, and let the girls do all of the talking—all of it. You did so well for so long…
But you blew it. You just had to open your trap in the fantasy suite to the one girl who actually has the ability to listen and process information without her brain function being block by the thought of Neil Lane fitting her for a 4-carat diamond engagement ring.
Let’s get to this nonsense. Here’s what we learned last night… Read more
This blog post could easily be titled The Honorable Sandy Cohen: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love The O.C. But regardless, here I am, ten years after The O.C. premiered during the first week of August in 2003. Now, before you start judging me as selling out to the girly teen dramas of our youth after they’ve been cool OR as hopping on teen soap opera bandwagons that are devoid of any substance, you should learn a lesson from me and not throw stones through those glass houses.
Well folks, the Goosebumps TV series has been added to Netflix’s streaming service, and that’s awesome. About a week ago, I devoted an entire day to watching each of the episodes offered. (It seems as if Netflix has picked through the three seasons and added only a sampling of episodes. Most from season one, a few from two and three.) All in all, I went through 13 episodes in about five hours, and I came away with one overwhelming sentiment: Read more
For whatever reason (most likely, because it’s nice to pull traffic-generating content out of thin air), the Internet has been abuzz for the past month or two with all manner of Mad Men conspiracy theories. Because, like, OMG, Megan wore the same t-shirt as Sharon Tate and this show is totally not nuanced or subtle ever* and so clearly the only explanation is that she is, in fact, a zombie–I mean, Mad Men and The Walking Dead are on the same channel…connect the dots, sheep!
*In all fairness to the conspiracy theorists, the show, even at its best, doesn’t always steer around on-the-nose symbolism. That said, the Sharon Tate t-shirt situation meaning that Megan would also be a pregnant actress murder victim seemed a bit too direct for a show that almost never tips its hand.
Anyway, in the spirit of all this rabid speculation, we present to you our top predictions for Sunday’s finale:
Four years ago, my then girlfriend, now wife, Katelyn and I were looking for ways to occupy the so called dog days of summer that were dragging along in Oxford, MS. She was a student; I was a chef/mover/waiter/blogger/beer drinker. (Man. Life was easy then.) Aside from the usual pool going, there wasn’t a whole heckuva lot to do. Netflix hadn’t yet hit its streaming stride and neither of our lives were very demanding, so we sat around and watched a lot of daytime TV. (Neither of us had DVR.)
One day that summer, while she was vacationing with her family and I was hitting the nadir of boredom (which I would KILLLL for now), I suggested we “start a show.” Neither of us had gone back and watched a show that had already been on or caught up to a show that was currently on, as is popular to do now, so we started discussing shows we might want to watch. The Wire, The Sopranos, and West Wing were all quickly dismissed. We were both Lost watchers so the easy, culturally relevant choice of 2009 was out. The decision was proving to be harder than we anticipated. Read more
HBO’s Girls is taking the world by storm, and Lena Dunham (on the show Hannah Horvath) is the thunder and lightning behind it all. And to be quite honest, I think it’s a very funny, entertaining, and well-written show. I have seen the 1st season in its entirety, and at this point have seen all of the episodes of the 2nd season, so I feel I have a right to make some general statements about my feelings towards it. Read more
Shortly after my wife Katelyn and I married we embarked on a journey together with the lovely folks of Dillon, TX. We were there for the wins, the losses, the divorces, the job changes, the births, the break-ups, the deaths, the murders, and the championships that comprised what is maybe the best show of the 2000s, Friday Night Lights. Since both of us worked and had other obligations that required our time, we managed to drag out five seasons of greatness over the span of about 10 months. * Read more