“If there’s one thing holding me back, it’s nothing right now.”
I can’t remember which designer spoke those garbles, but does it matter? It’s the perfect reality television competition Statement Of Self. It says, “I have no idea what I’m talking about, but words are important, too.” That overconfident and undereducated delusion is why I keep tuning into Project Runway season after season, crappy design after crappy design. Continue reading
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This week the Brew Dogs find themselves in Durango, Colorado, a one-horse town with a seven-craft-breweries thirst. The cliff dwellings of Mesa Verde National Park are rich in brewing history. Or, none at all. The people of Mesa Verde did not brew beer. But, local Apache tribes brewed corn beer. With no carbonation and a low alcohol content, Native American corn beer doesn’t sound very good at all, but hey. Beer is beer, right? Continue reading
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Aviva Drescher tossing her shoe (with leg attached) halfway across Le Cirque steals the prize from noted table-flipper Teresa Guidice for the most insane thing ever done in a restaurant by a Real Housewife. Congratulations, Aviva. You are heads and legs above the rest.
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I missed the first twenty minutes of this show-slash-dreck because my DVR hates me and tuned in just as Caroline bounces Caprice out of her house. The argument has something to do with Noelle and Marissa, but I cannot for the life of me figure out what, or why, or who am I kidding? Nothing these ladies do makes any sense at all so it’s best to just roll with the verbal punches. Continue reading
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This week Brew Dogs hits Delaware. When I think of Delaware, I think of Joe Biden and limited liability corporations. But James and Martin think of Dogfish Head Brewery, known for their dry hop IPAs. The brewery has a metal tree house in the backyard, so I already like this place more than most breweries. Continue reading
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Caroline visits Annabelle on her near-death bed. Annabelle’s “I’m so weak and can’t get out of bed” yet her makeup is flawlessly effortless, as is her completely wrinkle-free grey heathered t-shirt. Caroline calls her incredible for checking herself out of the hospital and taking care of herself at home, but I believe the word she was looking for is stupid. Or maybe overly dramatic? No, that’s two words. Definitely just stupid. Continue reading
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On this week’s episode of Brew Dogs, it’s Vegas, baby! Vegas! When I think of Vegas, I think of beer. Right after I think of gambling, money, hookers, and Siegfried and Roy. To bump beer up on that list, James and Martin set out to brew the most expensive beer in the world, and auctioning it off for gobs and bogs of money. Continue reading
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You know what really huge and important thing happened in London today? The third stage of the Tour de France rolled through town, right up to Buckingham Palace. But this show is nice, too. Continue reading
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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! Yes, you heard me right. It’s Saint Patrick’s Day in Chicago, and two Scottish brewmasters are going to make the most delicious green beer you’ve ever tasted. Well, not really tasted, since this is television. More like thinking about tasting. Continue reading
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Marissa and her friend Julie (who is going to be a lady despite her manly features) are yogaing in Marissa’s yoga space. Not a room—a space. There’s a difference, and the difference is one of those if-you-have-to-ask-you-can’t-afford things. I suspect they may be drunk, but whatever. It’s noon somewhere! Continue reading
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