I’m just going to say something bold: The Oscars mean the world to me. Yeah, I know that sounds a bit cheesy and “intense” to you casual movie lovers out there, but it is the truth. This event is my Super Bowl, my Olympics, and in truth has and will always be what my year and life have centered around. This is the night where the “stars” shine, and the thing I love more than anything – the “motion pictures” – are celebrated.
But this year, I have to admit that it is a bit harder to get that rush of excitement I’ve always had for the Academy Awards telecast. Why? Because to me, it seems that the Academy themselves have lost touch with what made the Oscars, well, the Oscars. Read more
Some of the things you’ll find in this blog series relate to what I love currently. But a few topics – especially this one – relate to what made me, well, me. Because sometimes it is important to reflect on the things that built your taste in humor, visuals, music, and everything in-between. So without further ado, it is time to play the music, and it is time to light the lights – let’s talk about The Muppets.
Having parents that were in their youth during the 70’s and 80’s, many of the TV series they presented to me were from those decades, and typically stood as an example of their own brand of humor. From Pee Wee’s Playhouse to The Mary Tyler Moore Show and The Golden Girls, I clearly was only being shown the best of the best – but the one that really started it all for me was my introduction to a group of puppets with a ton of personality.
So once in a while, I like to give a bit of a hilarious dive into what makes me – well – me. And sometimes the best way to do that is with a list. So here we go folks – this week, let’s take a look at some interests of mine that could, perhaps, surprise you.
Usually covered head to toe in pastels, most people tend to get this “image” of me as a total girly girl. Sure, I love feminine imagery of classic Barbies, Disney Princesses, and Audrey Hepburn walking into Tiffany’s – but let’s be real here: There’s a lot more to me than that, my friend. Read more
A year or so ago, I wrote a piece on my 2017 Old Man Crushes. But since then, a new favorite actor/crush/cinnamon roll has developed in my heart, and has made me rearrange my crush list all over the dang place. His name is David Harbour, and he’s too precious for all my fangirl words.
In the spirit of nostalgia coming back to TV (I’m looking at you, Twin Peaks) I felt it important to take my own stroll down memory lane and present a little love letter to a show (and specific character) that I hope makes a return at some point.
I believe it is best to start off this paragraph like Sophia of The Golden Girls would…. Picture It, New York, 1997. My mom just dropped me off at my grandparents. There, they give me some yogurt, and flip on the TV. And much like midnight for Cinderella, the hour of 8am was quite a special one, because it meant Northern Exposure re-runs were on. The enchanting tune of the theme song played, the moose walked by Roslyn’s Cafe, and my mind was sucked into the misadventures of Joel (Rob Morrow) and his Alaskan buddies.