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Archive for December, 2009
I haven’t really read Maureen Dowd’s columns much over the past ten years, but it’s nice to know someone has taken the time to catalog her pop-culture references and then consider why a show that went off the air less than two years into the decade makes the list. Because it’s Ally Mc-fucking-Beal! Only the best show on television ever to feature a skinny, klutzy girl with a messed-up dating life who insists on wearing miniskirts throughout Massachusetts winters.
Really, how many other hour-long dramedies could provoke a young (and miniskirted) writer to furiously pen a column that posits, “Feminists can have nice legs, too”?
I love to read the obituaries, a peculiar pleasure, I know, for someone far from retirement age. But I’m fascinated by the lives people lived, both those notable enough to be catalogued in year-end memorials and those quietly led.
The place: A small northern New England town on Christmas, nearing midnight. Four thirty-something high-school classmates sitting in a bar shoehorned in the back of a threadbare Chinese restaurant, where the occasional flaming-volcano bowl is the last vestige of a brassy past. The reunited schoolmates are The Gimlet Eye, her senior-prom date, a boy she once kissed who — thankfully, given the discomfort of said kiss — turned out to be gay, and a formerly unapproachable tortured-poet sort. Looking around, they realise they know none of the carousing twenty-somethings (actual dialogue: “I am the king — the king – of fighting.”) in the bar.
The debate: Is it a good thing that, unlike their contemporaries, they are single, unencumbered professionals able and inclined to engage in late-night holiday drinking? Or is it sad that they don’t have deeper ties and obligations?
Thank God the Post is putting its investigative-reporting prowess to use…on the Salahis? I like my journalism with a side of frivolity occasionally but really?
Jeez. “Sen. Robert Byrd, Invalid-W.Va.?” That just seems gratuitously nasty.
Look, I don’t have any problem with the Republicans invoking procedural rules to force Byrd and the other 99 senators to show up and vote. And having closely covered the man for a number of years — closely as in, he’s met my mom — I’d be willing to say that neither does he. The man has had three great loves: his late wife Erma, his late dog Billy, and the Senate.
Personally, I don’t watch Mad Men much for the economics. Bigger draws: the fashion, the design, John Slattery. But it’s an interesting prism through which to see the show, and the industry on which it focuses.
Still, as one of the commenters on Glaeser’s blog notes, will being electronically connected dilute the significance of cities in an idea economy?
Forget about the abortion provisions — the Times reports that the health-care bill contains a new tax on fake-and-bake indoor tans:
Mr. Reid dropped a proposed tax on cosmetic surgery and replaced it with a tax on “indoor tanning services.” Senate Democrats said the 10 percent tax was justified because ultraviolet radiation from tanning devices could increase the risk of skin cancer.
Where was the pro-melanin lobby on this debate?! And more critically, will this tax be levied on my Mystic tan?