So, I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell. Although I have a lot of reasons to think so, there is one particular guilty pleasure that puts me over the top of alloted violations: hilarious grainy videos of morbidly obese people crashing on dirt bikes. It doesn’t stop there. I die laughing at videos of nervous […]
There is only one reason and two words that SHARK TALE and MEN IN BLACK II were such huge commercial successes and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air ran for six years: Will Smith. What a script lacks in originality, artistic sensibility or success in concealing its capitalistic aims, it can, almost without fail, make up […]
I am fully aware of just how awful skinny jeans look on me. Doesn’t stop me from wearing them, though. In fact, it doesn’t stop a lot of people from cutting a heavy-hipped, short-legged figure that any sensible person trying to attain or maintain any level of self-esteem would consider adopting. Yet here we are; […]
Nirvana: a misnomer Admiration of the meritless is not the only kind of guilty pleasure that exists. Sometimes it takes the form of the refusal to worship things or people that are deified by others, especially by people who, ordinarily, possess impeccable taste. Things like Nirvana, people like Kurt Cobain. I try to keep my […]
Ever wonder what happened to Geena Davis? I’ll tell you what happened: Her career died because she’s terrible. You don’t believe me? Oh, that’s right, you’re thinking Thelma and Louise. Well, let me set the record straight. I give you Exhibit A: Cutthroat Island. This Razzie-nominated 1995 swashbuckler showcases with unyielding transparency Davis’ absolute lack […]
Defending a hipster band is a dangerous minefield to navigate. In so doing, I run the risk of looking like a member of the most useless and un-sub subculture since, well, ever. Not only that, but one who is ignorant of one of the cardinal tenets of her kind’s unspoken credo: Thou shalt, with scorn […]
Defending a hipster band is a dangerous minefield to navigate. In so doing, I run the risk of looking like a member of the most useless and un-sub subculture since, well, ever. Not only that, but one who is ignorant of one of the cardinal tenets of her kind’s unspoken credo: Thou shalt, with scorn and contempt and overpriced coffee drink in hand, harshly dismiss with a wave of thy many-braceleted wrist every band that is pigeonholed as thy belonging.
One thing you should know: this was a failed experiment and the resulting calorie deficit may be partly responsible for my pitiful stature of five feet, two inches. Probably not, but maybe. Another thing you should know: if you embark on a raw diet, in order to consume enough calories, you’ll have to eat […]
One thing you should know: this was a failed experiment and the resulting calorie deficit may be partly responsible for my pitiful stature of five feet, two inches. Probably not, but maybe. Another thing you should know: if you embark on a raw diet, in order to consume enough calories, you’ll have to eat a lot.
Is there any shame in being a twenty-something college student who watches PBS children’s programming, and specifically “Curious George,” with some frequency? Sure, plenty. First off, it means that at 5 p.m., Mountain Standard Time, I’m doing nothing of any value whatsoever.