Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts

This week in WTF: Candace Bushnell goes ape$hit on NPR

Candace Bushnell, creator of the Sex and the City column and a bunch of other chicklit, NYC, shoe-obsessed stories was on "On Point" today and for no apparent reason was a complete and total bi-atch. I mean, I LOVE SATC so very very very much but, I love the show. I read "Trading Up" and "Four Blondes" for the plot, which was interesting, but definitely NOT for the writing. She almost compared herself to Flaubert and I thought I heard literary ghost howling with laughter at the mere suggestion. (To paraphrase a political line, "I know Flaubert. Flaubert was a good friend of mine. You, Candace Bushnell, are no Flaubert.") She talks about interesting stuff, but it takes other people, like Sarah Jessica Parker and Michael Patrick King, to give her writing its social relevance.
Anyway, for whatever reason [cocaine?] she just went off on poor old heart attack survivor Tom Ashbrook of On Point today. I didn't get why she was so ornery until I started thinking about New York socialites and why they'd be so awful on a Thursday morning: reasonable answer is definitely drugs, but that's just a guess. I simply can't imagine why anyone would be screaming about anything on NPR. It's National Public Radio for heaven's sake. Leave the loony ranting and raving to talk radio.

Listen to the cantankerous, contentious-for-no-reason interview at this link:

SATC The Movie


As with my earlier review of "Becoming Jane", I would say to those critics who panned the movie: this ain't an Ingmar Bergman flick, and it ain't s'poseda be, either.

Parts can be corny, yes. But really, it was so lovely. The costumes were like their own separate characters, they were so outrageously awesome. The storylines were fun. The girls were girlie good times. I laughed. I had a smidge of a tear. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I will own it when it comes out on DVD.

and they all lived happily ever after, in their own special way

the end

Some Serious WTF-itude

First and foremost, I love me some Sarah Jessica Parker, but seriously, WTF is up with this hat?

And also, along with the WTF-itude, I am on YouTube.

http://www.youtube.com/greenandmore


Lord help me. I am a DORK. But we already knew that...

Mr Big or the new PM of Russia?

I saw this picture of Dmitry Medvedev, the new Prime Minister of Russia, on Yahoo news today and did a double take because he looks just like Mr Big (Chris Noth's character on Sex and the City.)

Am I Right?
The new PM, by the way, was hand picked by the current PM, Vladimir Putin. Putin, for all intents and purposes, will still be the ruler of Russia.

Russia is edging ever closer to its Cold War days, in regards to dictatorial government.

Has anyone seen my copy of Animal Farm? I think I know a Dobby-the-Elf looking guy who could use a refresher.

Publisher's Description: "Animal Farm" is the most famous by far of all twentieth-century political allegories. Its account of a group of barnyard animals who revolt against their vicious human master, only to submit to a tyranny erected by their own kind, can fairly be said to have become a universal drama. Orwell is one of the very few modern satirists comparable to Jonathan Swift in power, artistry, and moral authority; in animal farm his spare prose and the logic of his dark comedy brilliantly highlight his stark message. Taking as his starting point the betrayed promise of the Russian Revolution, Orwell lays out a vision that, in its bitter wisdom, gives us the clearest understanding we possess of the possible consequences of our social and political acts.

What Sex and the City Character Am I?

Diversions are necessary when grieving. I did borrow "The Office" seasons 1 a 3 from Alicia but I don't have my DVD hooked up. So instead I'm playing on the internet. This is what I found out through a Facebook quiz today:

Which Sex and the City character are you?


Carrie





You're quirky, witty, and every guy's perfect first date.


But, unfortunately, you're not really anyone's second date...