This week begins with a visit to Marissa’s moderate home so that she and Caroline can drone on and on about Thanksgiving. The ladies flop down in bed, perform the ritualistic Removal Of The Boots, and reminisce about a Thanksgiving dinner that, thankfully, landed on the cutting room floor. Continue reading
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Welcome to the second season of House Of DVF, where fashion icon and walking wrap dress Diane Von Furstenberg conducts the most elaborate job interview ever to find its new brand ambassador. Basically, the job candidates have to work for DVF until all but one drop. But…what are they gonna do with the old brand ambassador, Brittany Hampton? I guess just toss her on the heaping pile of former somethingorothers because she’s about to be replaced. But before that happens, she is contractually obligated to help select her upgrade, with a smile and a smize. Wait, no, wrong show. Anyway, to the reaping! Continue reading
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Where did Carol get her extensive collection of sensible ladies’ wear? And how are her collars so neatly pressed in the zombie apocalypse? It’s all just so contrary to everything I know about the end of civilization. Maggie, too. She’s sporting a pressed button-down that is less wrinkled than I’ve been on any job interview. Ugh, even Li’l Asskicker has a North West-level wardrobe. Continue reading
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Tonight’s SNL 40th Anniversary sent my DVR into haywire mode. Its first victim was Girls, which recorded a couple of hours later…on HBO Latino. Yeah. I don’t speak Spanish. But you know what? Not being able to understand a single word other than “si” or “pequeño” makes the show almost tolerable. And way easier to recap. Here goes nada:
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Lady Mary has a lover, Lady Edith has a bastard baby, and Lady Cora has an admirer. It’s a romantic liaison of a season for the upstairs of the Abbey. Continue reading
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Golden Globe loser and human rumpus room Lena Dunham is back with her fourth season of Girls. The theme of this season is brought to us by Frank Sinatra:
If I can make it there, I’m gonna make it anywhere.
And if I can’t, I’ll just go to grad school. Continue reading
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Three episodes left in what has been a comparatively decent season of The Walking Dead and our smelly little friends can’t seem to get themselves off of their new metaphorical farm. It’s a mere six hundred or so miles from Atlanta to Washington, D.C., yet these yokels have barely made it to the exurbs. Continue reading
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MERRRRRGE! MERGE! MERGE! MERGE! The loved ones are reunited, the singles see a glimmer of hope, and everyone gorges on food because heaven forbid a Survivor contestant goes a day with the tummy rumbles. Continue reading
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I can’t concentrate on anything during this week’s Survivor except the impending visit from Jeff Probst. What will he ask the blue tribe for in exchange for food? While we wait for the wheeling and dealing to start, Dale presents a faux Immunity Idol to some key tribe mates on the orange tribe. Jon buys it because Jon is an idiot. Continue reading
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Drop your BUFFS! Drop YOUR buffs! DROP your buffs! DROP your BUUUUUUUFFFFS! Yeah, it’s that episode of Survivor. Continue reading
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