My parents thought it was bad parenting to teach children to believe in invisible men that break and enter homes through chimneys once a year in tacky red suits to give overpriced gadgets to unappreciative children, but I think the gentlemen in red is entirely responsible for this. Mac and Dee of “It’s Always… READ MORE »
I’m excited to be spending the holidays with my husband in our own apartment this year, but I’m nervous as well. Some things are familiar: we have the menorah next to the Christmas tree because of our jumbled-up religious backgrounds. Though, while the scent of pine needles and frying latkes are appropriately nostalgic, everything else… READ MORE »
“Juno” on Cinemax at 9:00 a.m.
“Teen Mom” on MTV at 10:00 a.m.
“My Baby’s Daddy” on Comedy Central at 11:00 a.m.
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Last weekend, I went to see a friend’s college performance of the Count in “The Marriage of Figaro.” He was absolutely lovely even as his character was a booby-touching, wife-abandoning, serial cheater with jealousy issues. That’s what makes it funny that his big song is about the wily and seductive ways of women. But there… READ MORE »
“Bring it On: All or Nothing” on Style at 9:00 a.m.
“Ghost Adventures” on Travel at 10:00 a.m.
“The Day the Earth Stood Still” on HBO at 11:00 a.m.
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This year has seen so much coverage of extra-marital affairs. I don’t care whose marriage is on the rocks; I can’t muster up any outrage. But I sure can gossip about them. … READ MORE »
Normally, this is a man’s problem. Some pretty young thing, a starlet of the day, Brooke Shields, the Olsen Twins, or Miley Cyrus in a blanket is splashed everywhere, exposed to the full media gaze — gorgeous, nearly naked, and jail-bait. Now, it’s mine. … READ MORE »
When I was in third grade, the class read a book called something like Christmas all Around the World. It taught us about Sweden’s St. Lucia Day festivities that open the Christmas season, that Santa is known as St. Nicholas in Germany, and that Hanukkah is the Jewish Christmas. … READ MORE »
When I started watching “So You Think You Can Dance,” my husband gave the entire living room a wide berth. He’d hear Mary Murphy’s banshee-like glee at putting a dancer on the “hot tamale train,” and off to headphone land he’d go. But, summer had just started, my graduate school employment had just ended, and… READ MORE »