Well, how adorable is this? In NYC promoting the May 26 return of “Arrested Development” — GAHHH — Jason Bateman and Will Arnett, aka Michael and Gob Bluth, grabbed some much deserved bonding time. Awww guys, we missed you so much! Check out another photo of Bluth brotherly love after the jump! Keep reading »
In this episode of our new weekly web series, “What We Missed,” Ami, Jessica, Rachel and I discuss whether or not a new study, which claims that our “disgust sensitivity” is diminished during arousal, is bullshit. We also gab about Patti Stanger’s suggestion that Amy Poehler’s success led to her split from Will Arnett; Ralph Lauren’s new plus-size spokesmodel Robyn Lawley; and a new trend in which South Korean men wear makeup to get ahead in their careers. Watch “What We Missed” above and weigh in with your thoughts in this comments!
Amy Poehler is really not doing much to discourage my desire to kidnap her children and raise them as my own. Archie and, squeeeee, Abel (my favorite, if I’m being honest) sound do frickin’ adorable! And it sounds like Amy is an awesome mom and all signs indicate that she and, sigh, Will Arnett are handling their recent split with maturity and grace.
I woke up last Sunday morning — well, I don’t know that I was truly awake, but at least I wasn’t in bed any more — and stumbled to the kitchen for a giant glass of water with which to defuzz my thoroughly whiskey-fied mouth. In my hangover haze, I glanced across the living room to the coffee table, which held two empty glasses and a piece of old mail with my late-night scrawl on the back. It was a playlist.
We’d started with Darius Rucker’s new single, “True Believers,” because Patrick and I are true believers in pop country music. Now we are, anyways — I used to have more than a little detached irony mixed in with my Kenny Chesney appreciation, but that’s long since disappeared over the years of my relationship with Patrick, whose genuine love for the genre is both charming and contagious.
It’s becoming something of a tradition for the two of us: we spend a Saturday evening hanging out at the bar with a group of Austin feminists and allies that meet monthly to shore up our belief in the world being a livable place, and then we come home, drink whiskey on the rocks and watch music videos for hours. We sing along. We dance with each other. We trade stories about where we were when this or that song was popular. We debate the musical merits of the Zack Brown Band as musical successor to Jimmy Buffet. Keep reading »
Amy Poeher, comedy goddess that she is, can’t not say funny stuff at all times. During a recent talk at the 92nd Street Y, Poehler answered a few questions from Tumblr users, like “What makes Will Arnett cry?” and “What’s the first time you remember making people laugh?” Also, Poehler recommends we all make out to the new Usher song “Climax,” which she guarantees will be a future strlp club hit. No doubt.
When I see a photo of Abel Arnett, the adorrrrrable son of Amy Poehler and Will Arnett, all I can think of is that scene from “So I Married An Axe Murderer,” where Mike Myers plays the old Scottish dad. “I’m not kidding, it’s like an orange on a toothpick. That’s a huge noggin. That’s a virtual planetoid. Has it’s own weather system. Heeeeed, moooooooooove! I’m not kidding, that boy’s head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts!” I don’t mean this in a negative way of course; Abel is just a big ol’ ginger Benjamin Button baby and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
Meet Abel Arnett, the young son of Amy Poehler and Will Arnett. I am totally in love with his chubby little belly and fat little hands and swirl of ginger hair. He’s like a little old Irish man in a baby’s body, like a Benjamin O’Button. Ugh, my ovaries can’t handle it.
It’s a good time to be a woman holding the remote: We are supposedly in a renaissance of women producing, writing and starring in their own TV shows. There’s “Whitney,” produced by and starring comic Whitney Cummings; there’s “Two Broke Girls,” written and produced by Cummings and starring the amazing Kat Dennings; “Pan Am,” starring Christina Ricci; “Ringer,” starring Sarah Michelle Beller; “Hart Of Dixie,” starring Rachel Bilson; and “New Girl,” starring everyone’s favorite manic pixie dream girl, Zooey Deschanel. We’re told (by people who financially benefit from us watching “The Playboy Club“) that “The Playboy Club” is another win for feminism.
I’ve watched nearly all of the shows that debuted last week and enjoyed a couple of them. I suppose it was naive for me to think I’d love them all just because I’m a chick and, oh hey, Zooey Deschanel is a chick, too! I don’t mean to be a hater; it’s just that none of these comedies approach the cable TV raunchiness I’ve come to love from my beloved “Chelsea Lately.” Plus, I am skeptical that a bunch of TV shows starring gorgeous, skinny white women will be really that transgressive. Alas, there is one new show that seems more realistic than, say, Zooey Deschanel being single for longer than 36 seconds. It’s “Up All Night,” the new comedy on NBC starring Christina Applegate, Maya Rudolph and Will Arnett (aka Mr. Amy Poehler). It’s funny, it’s original, and I think it might just be the most feminist new show on television right now. Keep reading »