"Tina Fey? On the cover? Are you kidding me? Has someone fallen off her Louboutins and hit her head, or is this VOGUE’s alternate universe, in which Michelle Obama wears a cardigan and is elevated to "Style Icon" status and Ms. Fey can now add "supermodel" to her resume? Remember when VOGUE was the fasion bible and not the "Everything Prevalent in Pop Culture Except Fashion" bible?"
- Name Withheld, Duluth Georgia
A new person Tina can tell to “suck it”! (Also, I would be a charter subscriber to any magazine that billed itself as the “Everything Prevalent in Pop Culture Except Fashion Bible.”)
Yes! Aside from this just being funny, there is way too much pegged entertainment journalism out there now (the lists, my god, the lists! Make them stop!) There will indeed be so many dumb articles about Moonlighting in the fall.
I got really excited last night because I thought the SNL “Great Day” digital short used the same cartoon birds from the beginning of the “Intervention” Mr. Show sketch as some kind of private secret super-homage. They’re similar birds, but not the same birds, obviously. But how cool would that have been? HOW COOL?? Here’s the “Intervention” sketch which has both cocaine and a happy song in it and would have made sense as a homage, and is also Comedy History that must be constantly acknowledged:
(Oh, and also last night "I’ll look it up and if they are the same birds, I’ll put it on Jezebel!" (where I co-guest-edited this weekend) actually seemed like a reasonable plan. Also, I still choose to believe it was a Mr. Show homage.)
I say this as someone who has much more often been the “P.S.” person than the austere and powerful other person (aka the “winner”). But not for a really long time because who gets into email arguments? But the reason this person loses is because s/he is the one with the deep need to Explain. The one with the deepest urge to explain will always lose, maybe not necessarily in life, but definitely, for sure, in email arguments.
P.S.: Hopefully not in life.
P.P.S.: No offense to that writer, who I don’t know and who did his job pretty well here. He was just a peg.
As much as I loved Betty White on SNL, my favorite part of the night was about midway through the show, when a remote control error led to viewing partner Jessica Coen and I watching about 45 seconds of actual Golden Girls (There was a simultaneous marathon on WE), thinking it was a Golden Girls sketch on SNL (in our defense, we had discussed our hopes for a GG sketch earlier in the night.)
For that 45 seconds, we were so completely entranced by the remarkable authenticity of the set (the kitchen), costuming, makeup, rhythm, and film quality that we didn’t even catch what was actually happening in the scene, which, serendipitiously, consisted of just Betty White and Rue McClanahan, the two living members of the cast. For that 45 seconds, it was like we were in a mutual hallucination. Like, a Golden Girls k-hole.
And then a gigantic WE ad bubble popped up at the bottom and we were both like (facepalm!) And then the spell was broken and everything was as it was before.
(Via my pal John Green, who suggested in an advice chat to a fan that the cure for Bieber fever was TMG, resulting in another fan making this. Related: a journalist should really consider profiling John and Hank Green and their worldwide Nerdfighter phenomenon. It’s nuts!)
Buy this: And The Heart Says Whatever By Emily Gould
It’s out today! Again, I’m not good at reviewing my friends’ books but here are a Couple Things I observed when I read Emily’s book:
* Because a few people have done this, please do not make the mistake of reading this book as either a full-on “my entire life story” memoir (it’s surely the first of many quirky true-stories volumes by Em), or, worse, as some sort of Gawker expose. Gawker is, basically, barely mentioned! It’s about other things, blessedly. The other day Emily blogged that she can’t wait for someone to read the book who isn’t expecting it to be about Gawker, and to that I say Amen. (How boring would that book be?) (Also, you know who you are, unimaginative/solipsistic media people out there. Skimming for your own name is not the same as reading.)
BUT, MOST IMPORTANT:
* This was my main takeaway from ATHSW: You know the Manic Pixie Dream Girl from the movies? Well, the best way I can think of describing ATHSW is “It’s as if the story (of high school lust, of big-city adventure, and, especially, of love won and lost) were told from the Manic Pixie Dream Girl’s point of view, instead of the whiny dude’s.”
And The Heart Says Whatever (which I’m sure everyone knows by now, takes its title from Emily’s hero Stevie Nicks) is available on Amazon, Powells, and bookstores everywhere.
One of my favorite parts of the (awesome) bachelorette party I attended this weekend was when another lady kindly showed me (“on the doll,” as it were) that the great variety of penis-shaped party objects (straws, drink-charms, a royal sceptre for the bride, etc) were not, in fact, scandalously circumcised, as I’d just (loudly) observed, so shocked was I at the perceived Judeo-Western normativeness of Spencer’s gifts or wherever. I won’t get into the specifics but let’s just say I learned a thing or two. Those penis straws were endowed by their Creator with their original equipment, or at least some version that could approximate both ends of the spectrum. It’s never too late to learn things, folks!