Any time I confront a group of Southern white women, I’m instantly reminded of countless National Geographic specials. Like herds of animals in the African Sahara, this unique species consume new trends in packs. They invade a concept for a short period of time, “conquer it” (at least in their view) and then move on to the next obsession.
Why? It’s in their blood. There’s a reason figures like Scarlett O’Hara stand tall above other female characters in literature: there’s this abundant drive inherent in Southern white women to latch on to certain items of buzz in the culture and make them their own. And similar to the Union solider in “Gone with the Wind,” God forbid you stand in their way, or you could end up with a bullet in you.
Welcome to Miami, bienvenidos a Miami!
“If the moon and the skies and everyone wants us to be together…”
-Juan Pablo, Philosopher
(There was no ending to that sentence in real life, by the way. I didn’t cut anything out – it just straight up had no ending)
What we learned from The Bachelor’s trip to Miami… Read more
Alright guys, I’m in the final process of finalizing my rankings for 2013 movies. But, before I share those, I wanted to join the rest of civilization in recommending seeing The Lego Movie.
I had an early finish to the work day yesterday and had only been to the theater once or twice so far this year so I decided to check out the much heralded (96% on Rotten Tomatoes) The Lego Movie. I texted a couple friends as I arrived that I hoped Chris Hansen from Dateline didn’t come plop down in the seat next to me as I was seeing a children’s movie by myself. My writing this post, combined with the common knowledge that I’m not fast enough to outrun Chris Hansen, should be proof enough that I left unscathed.
So, without further adieu, here’s what I liked and didn’t like. We’ll start with what I didn’t. Read more
T.J. Oshie nets the game-winner.
1) Oshie in Sochi! If you try typing that sentence on your phone or computer, autocorrect will swiftly add an exclamation point. Even if you write it by hand, your pen will take over and force the exclamation point onto the page—similar to this familiar scene from Liar Liar.
But I digress…
T.J. Oshie, the 27-year-old forward on the US men’s hockey team, buried the game-winning goal on his sixth attempt in the 8th round of a sudden death shootout versus the Russians. In a span of 20 minutes, Oshie went from being an unknown to a national hero. He has picked up roughly 130,000 new twitter followers, and his name is second only to TJ Maxx when you type “TJ” into a Google search. Oshie has also handled the newfound spotlight with grace and humility, crediting his goalie and teammates for their efforts in the defeat of the Russians. I’m curious to see what happens when he returns home to St. Louis and the NHL. Regardless of the team’s final results, I believe he has earned an interview on the Tonight Show w/ Fallon, and of course a sit down with ESPN’s own Barry Melrose. Hopefully his NHL schedule will allow some time for his personal brand to flourish. Read more
As I’ve patiently awaited House of Cards, it has easily become the show I’ve most looked forward to returning in 2014. The dark side of The West Wing, a D.C.-based political thriller more akin to a Shakespearean reflection on power and fallen humanity than it is Scandal or The West Wing, although it shares slices of elements from both of those as well.
I’ve written on The Wise Guise and in Fare Forward Magazine about marriage’s impact on TV watching. What you watch, when you watch it, and how fast you watch it. All of these change. And life is just busier. So as many friends binge-watched House of Cards within the first week of Netflix’s release of all 13 episodes at once, it waited patiently for me in my Instant Queue. Finally, Palmer and I had the time and the shared desire to start it. It took us just under two weeks to complete the first season.
So much has been written about House of Cards already. I agree with pretty much everything Andy Greenwald at Grantland writes about both the show’s content and the phenomenon of releasing the entire season at once. I share his distaste for Photographer Adam and how the untraditional and popular distribution model changes the way we can enjoy the slow development of great, long-form TV as a community over a period of weeks. But regardless, I haven’t been able to wait until the new season drops… and now it has! As I’m torn this weekend on whether to spread out my viewing of Season 2 or just binge all the way through, I thought it’d be good to reflect on Ten Lessons Learned from Season 1. For a full review of Season 1′s strengths and weaknesses, try Josh Smith’s review. And, as Josh says, “All in all, House of Cards is a pretty fascinating study in total depravity.” So what were the ten lessons learned in this study?
I am in a fantasy league centered on The Bachelor. There, I said it.
When I moved to Nashville in early January, a few of my friends had a group of people that they watched The Bachelor with, and I was fortunate enough to be adopted into this inner circle of reality TV watchers. We then decided to make things interesting and created a fantasy league for this season. We had a draft after the first episode, giving all nine of us two contestants each. Every week I send out an email recap to our group, and this week I decided to share it with my friends on The Wise Guise.
(Disclaimer: I have watched The Bachelor for a long time. Too long, some may argue. I was hooked from the moment that Trista was told she had one, and then the guy pulled the old switch on her, which then landed her as the first Bachelorette. Ok, that’s enough of a history lesson.)
AND THEN THERE WERE SIX…
Down the stretch we go!
What we learned this week… Read more
I had a sour taste in my mouth in the weeks leading up to the Winter Olympics. I was bothered that all of my shows were taking long break– minus a certain reality show that comes on ABC on Mondays. I was annoyed by the cross-country skiing commercials. Who cares which kind of Greek yogurt these athletes eat?
Fast forward to the opening ceremony, and now I find myself wanting more detail about how many Greek yogurts the athletes are consuming and what time of day is best for it. Something happens internally when you see our group of Americans waving our flag in Russia while dressed in the tacky Christmas sweaters that Polo dressed them in. I suddenly become so fired up for the events that I complain that they only last a little over two weeks.
Today we are now officially a week into the games. Here are 10 thoughts from a casual fan who grew up in a state where “winter” happens for about a week total, but not in seven consecutive days. Read more