This is what happens when reasonably intelligent people get sucked into the vortex of a Keeping Up With The Kardashians marathon. I warn you, it’s not pretty, and should serve as a cautionary tale for anyone channel surfing this weekend. Continue reading
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Yeah, I know. “I can’t believe you’ve never seen The West Wing, it’s, like, the best show on television, ever.” So after signing up for Netflix to watch the new season of Arrested Development (“I can’t believe you’ve never used Netflix, it’s like the best thing ever!”), I figured this was my golden opportunity to see whether The West Wing is worth the fourteen years of hype. Continue reading
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There’s a lot to love about the new season of Arrested Development, starting with the fact that there is a new season. Here are a few of my favorite moments so far, with no real spoilers: Continue reading
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While some shows are winding down, others are just getting started. There’s one in particular that I’m kind of really looking forward to, and that’s XOX Betsey Johnson. Continue reading
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Lindsay, I mean Irisa and Dick, I mean Jeb, mix it up
I am a sucker for the SyFy network. For years they have satisfied my barely-concealed fangirl with shows like Stargate, Stargate Atlantis, Battlestar Galactica, etc. etc. etc. I do love me a good alien. Continue reading
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La Toya Jackson is the most normal Jackson. Here, let me repeat that again so that the absurdity can sink in: La Toya Jackson is the most normal Jackson. Continue reading
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This is Vicki Gunvalson, a previously attractive woman who runs her own extremely successful insurance business. Continue reading
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Last season, Rachel Zoe, a grizzled piece of burnt bacon, squirted a human out of her nether regions. This season, in addition to slapping oversized baubles and gewgaws on emaciated fameballs and giving her assistant an ulcer, Rachel’s literally making her own clothes. I mean she’s not sewing or anything, but still. This is maj. Continue reading
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Because I’m a sucker for nostalgia, I decided to give The Carrie Diaries another try. But about five minutes into the second episode, I realized why this show is a giant heaping pile of dreck – the wardrobe department sucks. It’s like they’re not even trying. 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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