I can’t quite tell you why, but I was pretty darn addicted to MTV’s “Laguna Beach” and “The Hills,” and, to a lesser degree, “The City.” Nothing ever actually happened on these shows and the conversations and “characters” were basically the opposite of fascinating, but maybe it was their incredible blandness that made it hard to turn away. I think I am going overboard trying to justify this particular habit — I just like TV that temporarily lobotomizes me. Artist Karin Bubas is probably on my wavelength, because she’s created these portraits of “The Hills” stars at their most, um, poignant. I kind of dig the soft focus glow of them — they remind me of the ’80s Sweet Valley High book covers. I’m not saying I’m planning on buying one, but if someone gave me the drawing of Lauren with the single mascara-tainted tear stain on her cheek, I would make a space on my wall for it. [Karin Bubas via Buzzfeed]
It would be unfair to list off Nora Ephron’s greatest movie moments as merely a collection of scenes from “When Harry Met Sally” and “Sleepless In Seattle”. Two important films, no doubt, but Ephron’s magic is sprinkled across all her work: from the Instant Messages written in “You’ve Got Mail” to Jack Nicholson and Meryl Streep’s rendition of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” in “Heartburn.” Grab a pen and take note while we run down some of our favorite Ephronisms–you might surprise yourself as you grab “Michael” at your local surviving Blockbuster later today.
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In light of Nora Ephron’s passing yesterday at the age of 71, I felt a desire to pay tribute to the journalist/writer/director in some way. As a female writer it’s important to honor the careers of women who you admire, who inspire you in how to craft your own career. Click around the web and you’ll find it saturated with life lessons, quotes from her books and movies, scenes we should remember. I could give you another roundup like that. There are at least 10 lines from “When Harry Met Sally” that come up in my conversations regularly. Baby fish mouth, anyone? But that doesn’t feel sufficient to me. What specifically do I want to thank Nora Ephron for? For giving me permission to order my dressing on the side? For being one of the first women to write a personal essay about her breasts? For launching a writing career using autobiographical material? Yes, but still, it’s more than that.
Last night, after hearing news of Ephron’s passing, I was unable to think of anything else. I was finishing my second glass of wine at a birthday dinner for a good, male friend. I looked across the table at him. He smiled at me in this way that only he can, in a way that feels really comforting. A new thought came automatically.
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It’s not often that I’m impressed by a man’s physical abilities. But Guy Who Farted So Loud Your Neighbor Pulled A Gun On You, you, my friend, have some major fart skills, and maybe the key to my heart. One, I love a man who’s confident enough in his bodily functions to let one rip whenever he feels like it. And two, I’m impressed that you used your farts as a weapon against apartment building neighbor Daniel Collins, with whom you’ve had a longstanding feud over noise. Your loud emissions so incensed Collins that he pulled out a shotgun and threatened to shoot you dead for the offending flatulence.
No matter, Collins was arrested and charged with aggravated assault, unlawful possession of a firearm and making terroristic threats, so it seems that you, me and your farts will be safe for now. [NY Daily News]
So, Amelia isn’t in the office today, because she’s at the Olympic gymnastics trials! How cool is that? She’ll be bringing us coverage from the trials in San Jose, CA, as the men’s and women’s Olympic teams are decided (go Alicia!). And as we’ve probably mentioned before, I’ll be covering the Olympics from London later this summer with the fine folks of Proctor & Gamble, who are major Olympics sponsors! We want to bring you all the thrills of victory and agonies of defeat, but first! Let’s all share a chuckle as “The Today Show”‘s Natalie Morales tries out a few gymnastics moves — or tries to, anyway — with head coach Bela Karolyi looking on.
This weekend, I went to the T-Mobile store to upgrade my smart phone to a smarter phone (nope, still don’t have an iPhone, whatever, shut up). I hadn’t gotten a new phone for awhile, so when the T-Mobile guy came over to help me, I asked if I was eligible for an upgrade. He stared back at me incredulously and said, “Upgrade? What are you talking about?” I repeated my question, explaining that in the past my plan had included a discounted or free phone every year or so. “I don’t understand,” he said. “Upgrade? What does that mean?” We went back and forth about the meaning of the word “upgrade” for a couple minutes, before he finally sighed dramatically and said, “Look, you just pick the phone you want and pay for it. There’s no such thing as an upgrade.” Awkward, right? But wait, that’s not the only cringeworthy moment I’ve had with my cell phone providers over the years. Check out four more, after the jump… Keep reading »