I can’t wait any longer, I want a thread in which we can discuss The Sound of Music Live, and how Audra should have played all roles, male and female alike. Also, even Liesl is Team Baroness. RIP, Baroness the First.
Rebecca Mead and her unworthy male husband treat us to “Book-Club Guide for a Remaindered Book”:
11. Did the author’s wife know that the book was doomed from the start? If so, why did she nurture in the author the crazed delusion that it would “find its audience”? Is she now, in some sense, more responsible for its failure than the author is, as the author has argued in some imaginary interviews he has conducted with himself?
“Why I Believe Jameis Winston’s Accuser”
This is one of the most beautiful poems about the loss of a loved one I’ve ever read.
Our own Molly Minturn (gasp) SPOKE to Tina Fey and then wrote about her for their mutual college magazine:
“His work is so finished,” she said [of Stephen Sondheim]. “His parents were in the dressmaking business, and I feel like you can tell—it’s like his work is stitched together perfectly,” she said. “We tried to exercise that kind of care at 30 Rock. We would proof our pages like they were going to the Smithsonian. We would check every detail on a set, because it’s your work! It doesn’t matter if it’s a school play or a dumb TV show—it’s your work.”
Here, people started to clap. “You should care about it so much that people get annoyed with you!” Fey cried, and the crowd of students, faculty and artists cheered back.
If you read between the lines here, Cord Jefferson wants to put a baby in you so he can have a Christmas tree, and only a monster would refuse him.
Emily Nussbaum talks about her televisual 2013:
Here are shows I watched consistently but wouldn’t put on any lists: “Nashville,” “Glee” (the New York parts were surprisingly good), “The Mindy Project” (a mess but I love it anyway), “House of Cards” (hypnotic, highbrow, empty calories), and “The Newsroom,” because once I pan a show that harshly, I feel obliged to keep watching it, in case it improves and I am forced to apologize (nope).
“Even her name, Dasani, speaks of a certain reach. The bottled water had come to Brooklyn’s bodegas just before she was born, catching the fancy of her mother, who could not afford such indulgences. It hinted at a different, upwardly mobile clientele, a set of newcomers who over the next decade would transform the borough.”
