In Which I Talk About Robyn Even Though I Don’t Really Have An Excuse To Talk About Robyn

Why am I posting a video from a couple weeks ago? One that’s been featured on just about every lady-tainment site and that you’ve surely already seen multiple times? I don’t know. Sometimes I think of this blog as a scrapbook, or maybe a vision board would be more accurate. I just need to pin all my hopes, dreams, and inspirations here. Robyn definitely fits into all of those categories. She is my hope, my dream, my inspiration.
I love this video of Taran Killam recreating Robyn’s Call Your Girlfriend video on SNL’s writing night at 4:30 a.m. This does not in any way remind me of any interviews I read about SNL in the early days, when everyone was coked up and sleeping together and being miserable. 70′s SNL needed more flashlight raves.

Young Adult

Young Adult got a wide release on Friday, so I assume by now you’ve all seen it at least once.

I posted a month or so ago about how much I was looking forward to this movie and how much Diablo Cody inspires me. This movie makes it clear that she is a truly extraordinary writer. A lot of people, somewhat inexplicably, do not like her. I talked about this a little bit in my previous post, but let me reiterate it now: people don’t like her because she’s an outspoken, talented woman. The only thing that annoys me more than sexism is when people refuse to acknowledge their sexism. She wore leopard print when she won an Oscar, she changed her name to Diablo Cody, she wrote a book about being a stripper, and these are all things that annoy you. As if any one of us would not love to write a blog about being a stripper and then turn that into a book about it and then leverage that into a movie career (or, okay, maybe not that exact trajectory). That’s called intelligence and talent and ambition and drive, and you know what? If a man did the same exact thing, this would not even be an issue. As Tina Fey so brilliantly put it in her book, “I know older men in comedy who can barely feed and clean themselves, and they still work. The women though, they’re all crazy. I have a suspicion- and hear me out, because this is a rough one – that the definition of crazy in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore.”

But enough about that. What about the movie? Rarely do we see a movie that hinges on such an unlikable character as Mavis Gary. Not only is she unlikable, but she doesn’t change. Her epiphany comes, yes, but it’s not at all what it would be in a more typical comedy. Even though she’s a pretty terrible person (and a pretty, terrible person), we still, somehow, want to see her find happiness. She’s newly divorced, living in a haze of hangovers and Kardashians, binge eating fast food, and wearing sweatpants whenever she isn’t trying to have sex with someone. She declares that she’s an alcoholic, only to be met with “Don’t be silly!” laughter from her parents. The young adult series she’s ghostwriting is ending, and she’s grasping at the life she lived years ago. Mavis Gary is a portrait of despair, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character with her lack of self-awareness. Young Adult is a pretty fantastic movie, and I haven’t even talked about the delight that is Patton Oswalt.

If you’ve seen Big Fan, then you already know he’s a genius at portraying sad, lonely people who don’t have a lot going for them. He is even more wonderful here.
Also, The Concept by Teenage Fanclub is used in an absolutely brilliant scene, and it will definitely be stuck in your head.

Christmas Jam: Merry Christmas Everybody, Slade


I almost never hear this song on the radio, but Alex went through a major phase a couple of years ago and listened to it constantly. Apparently, it’s way more popular in the UK, where it was voted the best Christmas song in 2007. I don’t know what America’s top Christmas song would be. Mariah Carey? Hopefully not Justin Beiber. Nothing against the Beibs, but you guys, we’re better than that.
Christmas 1983, you guys! Lovin’ those sweaters.

Christmas Jam: 8 Days of Christmas, Destiny’s Child


What did Destiny’s Child get for the 8 days of Christmas?

A pair of Chloe shades and a diamond belly ring
Nice back rub, foot massage
Cropped jacket and dirty denim jeans
A self-penned poem
A candle-lit dinner
A gift certificate to buy CDs (?)
Keys to a Mercedes
Quality T-I-M-E

Those are some wildly inconsistent presents. Like, why are you buying someone a gift certificate when you’re also getting them a car?