The premiere of Fashionably Late With Rachel Zoe was so awful that I can’t even. Like, I literally cannot put it into words. Continue reading
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Fashionably Late With Rachel Zoe Is Monumentally Bad
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by DWTS, Now With More Butter
Racist old lady galumphs around stage, butter ensues.
“Hey y’all, I’m Paula Deen and I’m probably most know for cooking.” Or, being a virulent racist. Continue reading
by There’s Time To Iron In The Zombie Apocalypse?!
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
by Better Call Saul Isn’t Better Than Blah
I’m sorry, I know this is not popular opinion, but it’s a little real talk that you all need to hear: Better Call Saul is boring. Booooooring! There, I said it. Continue reading
by Liar Liar The Abbey’s On Fire
Downton Abbey is back, and hoo-boy! Or, rather, hoo-lady! It is back with a vengeance! Well, at least with a sideways glance combined with a snide one-upper during afternoon tea. Continue reading
by The Walking Mullet
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
by Cancel The Bat Mitzvah, Transparent Is On
After finishing the entire season of Transparent (in two sittings) I only have three things to say: Continue reading
by The Knick: Fakish Surgery In Realish New York
After several stunning shots of olden times New York City (including a clearly CGIed trolley), the main character, a surgeon, shoots up some sort of drug before performing a c-section on a woman whose hair, eyebrows, and makeup miraculously traveled forward in time to the twenty-first century. Continue reading
by Project Runway: A Poly Blend Of Its Former Crêpe De Chine
I Wanna Marry Harry: Hello Dum Dum
I tried not to watch, I really did. But sometimes a gal needs to watch other gals embarrass themselves on the television, and the only cure is a poorly-premised reality show. If it helps, I skipped the first half hour where we learn all about the first-class cast and dove right in at the very moment our handsome faux prince met the dozen-or-so women who are too dense to know any better. Continue reading
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