Tina Fey
The 30 Rock star spoke to People magazine recently about her clever yearbook quote: “We had to fill in the blank: ‘Five years from now I will be…’ and mine was ‘very, very fat.’ I figured if I’m not, then it’s like, ‘You’re not!’ And if I am, I’m like, ‘I know – I called it!’” Self-deprecation at its finest, ladies and gentlemen!
Whenever a critic or a potential audience member sniffs about “dad rock” or “chick lit” or “one for the fanboys,” it raises my hackles. If you’d rather not engage with what a piece of art actually is—as in, what it expresses and how well it expresses it—then fine. But don’t presume some kind of superiority because of that choice. One of the biggest fallacies in the way we talk about art is this idea that somehow personal taste equates to quality: That each of us miraculously only enjoys movies and music that are the best of their respective medium, and ergo, any movies and music we don’t enjoy must be terrible
- Our “white people problems” problem: Why it’s time to stop using “white” as a pejorative | TV | For Our Consideration | The A.V. Club (via augustvanzorn)
A third — my favorite — pictures three recent eighth grade grads on a suburban lawn, acting out a literal video version of “Call Me Maybe”: when she sings “now you’re in my way” they run into each other; at the line “your stare was holdin,” one gives the other bug eyes through his plastic spectacles. It’s just adorable. And though the makers intercut insistent testimonies to the group’s heterosexuality — “This is dedicated to the GIRLS WE LIKE!” — these young men are utterly comfortable acting out same-sex desire. Teaching tolerance may not have been Jepsen’s intention with “Call Me Maybe,” but she’s given these kids a forum to learn it together.
- Ann Powers on Call Me Maybe Youtube covers. (via flavorpill)
I made this chart after reading an article that informed me that sitting more than six hours a day was effectively killing me. I immediately flipped out and started eating lunch standing up (which I still do pretty frequently). However, that only brings my daily sit time down to about 23 hours.
Anyway, learning this fact made me wonder what other things were lowering my lifespan.
Explanations and sources for each fact can be found here: http://bit.ly/IAPhpl
…and yes, you read that right…NOT drinking alcohol (in moderation) supposedly reduces lifespan.
And this, just because. OKOK I’m done now.
Weeping and eating thin mints. Oh Rich, oh Grace. All caught up with Skins and my life subsequently feels empty and less dramatic.
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