And just like that, I’m done with the “Sex and the City” franchise. We had a great run, SATC and me. I watched it faithfully for, well, since its inception in the late 1990s. It kept me company on many a sleepless evening back in early 2000, when I was up almost all night every night ...
I’m sure you’ve heard of it by now. I mean, it’s quickly become a phenom in its own right, a’ight? The show title alone sounds all-at-once powerful, intriguing and evocative: “Yellowstone.” No, not the national park. The Paramount program that is my new obsession. Please do not tell me you have zero familiarity with this series or I’ll have to call in the cavalry. Look, don’t take my word for it. Tune in yourself Sunday nights to find out why: 1) Kevin Costner is just as va-va-va-voom today at age 66 playing cattle ranching magnate / family patriarch John Dutton as ...
I don’t know if you remember her. Anyone under the age of, hmmm, let’s say, 21 isn’t likely to recognize her name. Or her photo. Or even her hideous hair. Well, not her actual mane but the motley mop of her arguably most iconic character: Roseanne Roseannadanna. It’s difficult to describe Roseanne’s particular crazy, coiffured concoction, even for a competently chatty chick. My own hair harkens back to that horror. I’ve got the same, stop-sign shaped, dirt brown, dry, flyaway hair situation that is as regrettable as Roseanne’s. Really. On any given day, it looks ...
I am trusting by nature. Always have been. Always will be. Still, I ought to have known better. Look, I realize I’m no Einstein. Or Descartes. Or Newton. Or da Vinci. Many people don’t realize it but, in addition to his artist gig, Leonardo da Vinci was a bona fide genius. ...
Years ago, comedian Jerry Seinfeld did a skit about his childhood pet parakeet. He was confused about its life choices. One of which was to fly directly into a mirror and aim straight for its own reflection. Now obviously, parakeets have severely limited ability to reason, or even see very ...
I really didn’t want anyone to know this, frankly. In fact, there is really quite a bit of regret in the admission of the sordidness of it all, to be honest. Shameful sigh. But the truth is, I’ve been watching You. Not you. But YOU. You know? Maybe ya don’t, yo. Hmm. The You to whom ...
