To determine the level of bacheloretting to pitch your bridey at her last hurrah in the City of the Single, obtain scores from Parts I and II below and then refer to our handy chart, borrowed from a pantyhose packet, to determine the bachelorette party you should throw. Keep reading »
If Z100 announces it’s “an emerging trend,” you know it’s time to run out and throw yourself a fake bachelorette party. At least that’s what single 20-something blogger Bonnie Gleicher and her group of girlfriends did. It’s unclear as to why fake bachelorette showers are suddenly a thing — why would anyone want to wear penis hats in public unless they absolutely HAD to? — but in Gleicher’s case, she and her friends chose to parade around NYC’s West Village in tiaras and garter belts, taking turns pretending to be the bide-to-be, to answer one question: How desirable is unavailable? The results of her social experiment were really interesting and also kind of sad. Keep reading »
On May 13, 2011, the cinematic landscape was forever changed by that cute little movie about friends, weddings and bowel incontinence. Other than a couple “Saturday Night Live” cast members and the lead guy from “Mad Men,” that cute little movie starred a bunch of relatively unknown—and, up until that time, unappreciated—actors and actresses. Yet, at the end of the day, that cute little movie went on to make over $288
billion million at the box office and finally prove to film studios executives it was okay for women to be depicted as smart, funny, beautiful and a little gross. Call it the “Bridesmaids” Effect.
No matter how you slice it, movie theaters haven’t been the same since Melissa McCarthy pooped in a sink. (And I mean that as the highest compliment.) So, without further adieu, allow me to introduce you to the next crop of illegally talented female screenwriters who are likely to leave you in stitches and (possibly) tears.
I made sure to get the thin crust pizza, because I knew that once it was just me and a couch and Liam Neeson rescuing some people from some horrible shit and/or wolves, I was going to eat all that pizza, and I did not want the bread bloat. I was treating myself. I was worth it. I was alone.
For the past two and a half years, in the process of dating, moving in with and then marrying my husband, I haven’t been alone much. I’d almost forgotten how to do it. I’d almost forgotten how to do something I love to do, and something that I’m very, very good at doing. I don’t mean being single. I mean being solitary. By myself.
For most of my 20s, I was in long-distance relationships, make-up break-up relationships or deep into singledom. I had a lot of opportunities to cultivate my own favorite kinds of solitude: taking long afternoon drives out into the Texas Hill Country, getting a six pack of High Life tallboys, watching British comedies all night, going bonkers on multi-hour sewing project marathons that ended in inevitable disaster. Doing whatever I wanted, when I wanted to, and never having to wonder whether eating all this ranch dip at 3 p.m. is that going to mess up dinner plans. Because I didn’t have dinner plans. And I fucking loved it. Keep reading »
September is International Womens’ Friendship month, so it’s fitting that the movie “Bachelorette” is out this month too. I went into the movie expecting a typical wedding rom-com about women who have perfect jobs and men, but instead I got a hilarious movie that finally depicted female friendships in a real way. Keep reading »
Abortion has been a hot-button topic for years, but it’s been resurrected as one of the most talked about issues this election season with debates about Planned Parenthood and Todd Akin’s “legitimate rape” remark still ringing in our ears. The heated political and religious discourse on the issue of whether or not abortion should be legal has made it taboo in films and TV, so it’s not often that we see the issue honestly approached on screen. However, there have been some exceptions.
Without giving too much away, the dark comedy “Bachelorette,” out today, is one of those movies. In the film — starring Kirsten Dunst, Isla Fisher, and Lizzy Caplan as high school BFFs reuniting for a girlfriend’s wedding— one of the characters opens up about an abortion from her teen years, and she even references one of the most iconic films about the same scenario, “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.” Let’s look back at some of the memorable female characters who’ve wrestled with the decision to end a pregnancy on screen. Read more …
“With ‘Bachelorette,’ I thought of these really thin, beautiful women, who if you saw walking down the street you’d think, ‘These girls have their lives together and it makes me feel bad about myself.’ I wanted to examine how they are gluttonous through drug addiction, materialism, sexual voraciousness, eating disorders — literally take, take, take, consume, consume, consume. Then there is their friend, Becky, who is moving into adulthood. She’s the one who appears to be the gluttonous one, who you might point at and say she has a problem because she’s overweight. You might feel better about yourself and move on. But she’s the one who’s getting out of the prison that these characters have created for themselves. … I couldn’t for the life of me think of one good moniker for these women and who they are that wasn’t punitive. You know what I mean, like ‘Sluts’ or ‘Bitches,’ and who would see a movie called that? All we’ve got is this feminized version of this male idea, that’s, by the way, a great thing if you’re a man. If you’re not married and you’re a straight guy, the world is your fuckin’ oyster, but if you’re single and you’re a woman and you’ve got something going for you, it’s just so sad you’re not married yet. It doesn’t make any sense to me. But what do I know? I’m sad and alone.”
Watching “Bachelorette” on Video On Demand is on my to-do list this evening, so I was interested to read this Q&A with the writer/director Leslye Headland. “Bachelorette,” as you’ve probably heard, is about four high school friends who reunite for one of their weddings — and the other three freak the fuck out because they’re still single and childless. And snorting loads of cocaine, apparently. As someone who is gearing up for her 10-year high school reunion and is also “sad and alone” according to societal standards, I have to say it’s a topic of interest! The subject of the movie, I mean. [BlackBook Mag]
So this movie “Bachelorette” just came out, and I’m so ambivalent as to whether or not I should see it. On one hand, I love (in no manner of order other than how they are credited on iMDB) Lizzy Caplan, Isla Fisher, Kirsten Dunst, James Marsden, Adam Scott, and Rebel Wilson. On the other, I heard that the movie itself is an abomination. On the other, other hand, I really want to see it, but will I regret wasting 91 minutes of my life? Therein lies the conundrum.
All internal battles aside, the stars looked just lovely on the red carpet at the premiere over the weekend. Winona and I agree that Kirsten slayed this Gaultier trench-inspired dress, which could have been a disaster on the wrong girl; Lizzy looked so good from the waist up that I’ll let her awkward-length slip slide; Isla was refined perfection in red lace Reem Acra. But I’m really feeling their individual approaches to makeup for the night — the three managed to look gorgeous and true to their own sensibilities without overshadowing one another. I think this calls for a special three-way edition, no? Keep reading »