Reprinted with permission from www.survivingcollege.com
Where were we? Right. Hannah’s gay-best-friend-turned-roommate, Elijah, had very brief and unpleasant sex with Hannah’s former-best-friend-and-former-roommate, Marnie. And for some reason, Elijah’s boyfriend, George, is pissed. Elijah, however, doesn’t understand why his little foray into ladybits doesn’t sit well with George. Meanwhile, Hannah is in her bedroom exercising in an outfit that nobody should own. Continue reading
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Her hair. That’s not how people wore it in 1984. It’s just not big enough. Poof was king, and that involved lots of layers. And no one with a pink bedroom would have a Joy Division poster. Or, rather, no one with a Joy Division poster would be caught dead in a pink bedroom. Continue reading
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Reprinted with permission from www.survivingcollege.com
At the end of last season, Hannah and Adam were solidifying their relationship, which involved Adam breaking his leg. Now we find Hannah tending to an immobilized Adam and we remember why we dislike him so intensely—because he’s an awful, horrible, self-indulgent jerk. According to The World of Adam, when you love somebody, “you don’t have to be nice all the time.” Yes, but shouldn’t you at least try? Continue reading
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Oh look, it’s 2013. And for Terrible Television, that means a full schedule of juicy new teevee shows just begging for some armchair quarterbacking (I’m looking at you, The Carrie Diaries). It also means a whole new…arrangement. That’s right, Terrible Television is headed for the big time, teaming up with other more, erm, established websites that will feature recapping by yours truly. And maybe DrunkMommy too, if she ever recovers from her New Year’s hangover.
So stay tuned, because it looks like 2013 is going to be a terrific year for Terrible Television!
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In an astonishing come-from-behind victory, The Beekman Boys win The Amazing Race! How did Josh and Brent, a team with no discernible racing skills, do it? By keeping calm and carrying on. Continue reading
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Excuse me while I die of squee. Television reunion shows are usually a terrible, horrible idea, but a Freaks And Geeks reunion is like the best idea ever. Vanity Fair posted a stockpile of photos from the ten year reunion and, seriously people, it looks so amazing that I may have to forgive James Franco for his academic delusions of grandeur and pretend that Seth Rogen isn’t an overexposed, one-note actor.
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One of my most guilty television pleasures is Flipping Out, a reality television show about Jeff Lewis (the best/worst boss ever) and the people crazy enough to work for him. Houses get flipped, rooms get decorated in Jeff’s signature beige Generic Modern style, and I could go on and on about Jenny and Zoila and pretty little Gabe. But this isn’t about the people of Flipping Out. This is about the furry little beasts, Continue reading
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What’s your favorite Rob Lowe character? Is it Sodapop Curtis from The Outsiders? Or that other rebel, Billy Hicks, from St. Elmo’s Fire? Or how about something a little darker, like Rob Lowe in Hotel New Hampshire? And although I’ve never seen The West Wing (What? I’ve been saving it for a rainy day), I hear he did a bang-up job on the Bartlet campaign. And do you watch Parks And Recreation? Because I hear he’s on that, too. You know what you’ll never hear? “Rob Lowe was terrific in that made-for-TV movie.” Why? Because a made-for-TV movie is, by definition, terrible television. Continue reading
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Walking calamity Lindsay Lohan graces our televisions tonight in what is sure to be a terrible made-for-tv-movie, Liz & Dick. Don’t get too excited, it’s only a Lifetime movie, so it’s about the Richard Burton kind of dick (as opposed to the Cinemax variety), with Lindsay Lohan playing the legendary Elizabeth Taylor. Continue reading
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As three of you may know, I watch Survivor religiously. Like, every episode of every season. And, as a [mumble mumble]-year-old woman, I’ve also seen every episode of every season of The Facts of Life. So when Blair Warner Lisa Whelchel hurled herself onto the beach of Survivor Philippines, I let out a bit of a squee. But you know who didn’t care? Everyone else on the beach. And I don’t get it. Continue reading
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