Hands down, the best thing about working at The Frisky is our amazing readers. We so heart all of your witty, thoughtful, and informative comments—heck, we even appreciate the mean ones. Sometimes, we can’t help but wonder about the faces behind avatars. We decided to launch a weekly column where we learn all about a Frisky reader. After the jump, meet Singularity, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »
I was raised in a peculiar fashion. As for many kids, movies and TV provided important entertainment and a good way to keep me quiet. But the content I grew up on has been deemed questionable by some. I was banned from watching children’s shows because my father thought it was mind-numbing, repetitive trash that I could easily be taught with flash cards. And so “Barney” and “Sesame Street” were supplanted by what my parents wanted to watch—”Frasier,” “Mad About You,” “Jaws,” “Ransom,” whatever. I am not necessarily advocating this way of child-rearing, but two things did come out of it.
- As an adult, I have a strange affinity for educational kids’ shows.
- Since my father had stronger opinions at the video store, I have watched a huge number of “man movies,” basically since birth.
And the latter has offered me a certain advantage in stirring up conversation with guys. If you drop buzz words like “Boondock Saints” or “Big Lebowski,” and know what you are talking about, you can find yourself earning some major points with men. Keep reading »
I am a sucker for a good documentary. In my humble opinion, “The Times of Harvey Milk” was way better than the Sean Penn-fest, “Milk.” I find that real life is just too terrible and wonderful all on its own to need fictionalizing. And so, I was hyped to go to the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival this year, which took place last weekend in Durham, North Carolina. This was Full Frame’s 13th year. In addition to the usual programming of great new documentaries from all over the world, there was a series on labor (apropos, huh?), curated by Steven Bognar and Julia Reichert (of “The Last Truck: Closing of the GM Plant”).
Of the 17 films I saw in those blurry-eyed three days, here are my favorites. Keep reading »
Screech does porn, AC Slater hosts Miss America pageants, and Jessie Spano writes self-help books. Yes, Elizabeth Berkley is writing a “self-esteem handbook for teen girls.” Penguin Young Readers Group is expected to publish the 37-year-old’s musings next spring. This one’s certainly a head-scratcher! “Saved By The Bell” went off the air in 1993 — like, when today’s current crop of teens came screaming out from between their moms’ legs. OK, maybe Berkley really is a self-help guru. Still, the whole world has seen her nakeybits in the (not particularly well-received) film “Showgirls,” which may, uh, damage her credibility in some circles.
It seems that with spring in the air, everyone is boarding the baby train, which I guess makes most people all weepy with joy. But over here at the Curmudgeon Club, we don’t advocate such horizontal hijinks and merry manhandling. Everyone needs to knock it off. I don’t want to read about how happy everyone is—the tabloid business is built on deception and dissing. It’s pure laziness to avoid one’s responsibility to the public. Thankfully, there’s still enough to go around. For now. And we’ve gathered it up in this handy guide to this week’s tabloid sacrifices. You’re welcome. Keep reading »
Even though artists have been paying homage to the human form since the beginning, nudity and sex in art still cause a major commotion. Two works of art — one newish and one really old — are getting a lot of attention lately and making some people a little uncomfortable.
On “The View,” Barbara Walters described her trip to see one of Marina Abramovic‘s performance art pieces at MoMA over the weekend. The gist of it is that two people, sometimes male, sometimes female, stand in the nude facing one another. Patrons can walk through the two individuals if they’d like, and Barbara described her trouble getting past them without touching something in the video above, acknowledging that one of the men was more endowed than the other. Keep reading »
“Madonna doesn’t have a TV and has no idea what ‘Glee’ is. The show did ask her if she wanted to make an appearance in the much-hyped Madonna episode. She said ‘no thanks’ and, to be honest, she would rather they sing an Elton John song than butcher one of hers.”
—An anonymous “friend” of Madonna‘s, who says she is none-too-excited about next week’s Madge-themed episode of “Glee.” Supposedly, she’ll make a cool $100K in royalties from the episode, though. So, you know, Rocco’s allowance for the month. [PopEater] Keep reading »
I used to watch A&E’s addiction series, “Intervention,” religiously. After a while, though, I couldn’t take it anymore. I appreciate the struggles of addiction, but the stories are so often so heartbreaking. Watching people in the throes of intense addiction is agonizing. Every once in a while, though, I tune in again. This Monday, I watched an episode featuring Ashley, whose drug-addicted mother handed her over to her aunt and uncle when she was a child. She became addicted to black tar heroin and Xanax after her grandfather died. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the worst of it.