You gotta love a good bad boy. That quintessential television character always seems two-dimensional on the page until they get fleshed out into living, breathing, brooding boys who don’t want your heart but you’re still compelled to yank it from your chest and give it to them anyway. It’s up to the actors who play them to let their softer side show through just enough to make you love/hate them and look forward to the next time they grace your screen. I shuffled through my long list of favorite shows in my head and realized that almost every single one had one of those leather jacket-wearing, motorcycle-riding, look-me-in-the-eyes-and-swoon kind of guys. So this topic is going to be broken into segments and we’re going to explore it over the next couple PSAs. (Because I said so.) Stay tuned for characters from Breaking Bad, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Smash, Gilmore Girls, That ‘70s Show, and more. First up:
Despite all evidence to the contrary, I don’t mind a good cry every once in a while. When Valentine’s Day rolls around, if I’m not out with my girlfriends at a club, I’m in bed with a movie that makes me feel like my heart may burst out of my chest (see my prior PSAs). But you know, there are a lot of excellent emotional films that don’t revolve entirely around love. So I threw together a few of my top tearjerkers, because I like to torture myself by watching gut-wrenching YouTube clips during the day. My list is pretty short, so add your own in the comments!
Toy Story 3 | 2010
Disney/Pixar comes into your
childhood adulthood like a wrecking ball (minus the naked Miley Cyrus on top AKA Disney gone wrong). It’s bad enough Andy’s going off to college (are we really that old already?) but then the toys get accidentally dropped at a daycare made of nightmares and boogers, their lives are turned upside-down by a homicidal teddy bear, and they wind up in an incinerator and they’re trying to get out and they realize it’s useless and they all commit to the fact that they’re about to die and they hold hands to face it together and—WHAT THE HELL, DISNEY. Pretend you don’t already have tears in your eyes over toy deaths (can they even feel pain?), because they get rescued (whew), but you don’t realize the conclusion of this film is a one-two-punch until Andy brings his pals over to Bonnie’s house and finds Woody at the bottom of the box. He never meant to give away his best bud, but he gives a heart-wrenching speech about what makes Woody special: “He’ll never give up on you, ever. He’ll be there for you, no matter what.” Kids will take the speech at face value, but adults—especially those who graduated college a month before this film’s release and have been thrust into the real world and are quickly realizing that it’s time to leave childhood behind—will take it for the lovely metaphor it is and may or may not find themselves ugly crying in a room full of strangers. So long, partner. ❤ Continue reading
I’ve been Single a while, but I don’t bow my head in shame when I say the word like most girls do. It’s a choice I made quite a few years ago to not tie myself down when I am undoubtedly still slugging through the best years of my life. I love knowing that I can pick up and move to a new state if an opportunity presents itself without worrying about who I’ll be leaving behind. I can go where I want when I want without having to check in with someone. It’s either a selfish or smart way to live. I choose to think it’s smart.
In college, my friends and I were too wrapped up in throwing epic parties to even bother finding significant others. This suited us just fine. I love looking back at my college days knowing I made the absolute most of those four short years without someone holding me back from doing whatever my heart desired in any given moment. It was liberating, and when it finally came to an end, I had a sinking suspicion that the career I was trying so desperately to launch would ultimately be my top priority over finding a date for Friday nights. Online dating? Noooo, thank you. The few horrifying hits I got from my first foray into that nightmare turned me off the whole thing pretty strongly, even though I have friends who have found boyfriends, fiancés, and husbands on sites like OKCupid, Plenty of Fish, Match, eHarmony, etc. I still have time. I’m not worried.
Anyway, whether single by choice or by circumstance, V-Day is still a tough one for us single ladies to grin and bear each year. (My fellow single girlfriends and I are planning a night out this year—tearing up a dance floor, drink in hand, sounds like the perfect escape from the sight of the chocolate boxes and red roses that pop up everywhere.) I expressed my disdain for this holiday last year with a look at three of my favorite romance movies to drown my sorrows in—and since my outlook hasn’t changed in the past 365 days, here we go again with three more movies. Continue reading
Award season has arriiiiived! The Golden Globes are the first major award show of the season, one quarter of the Four Horsemen of Fame (and judgment), the EGOT—Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony. It’s one of my favorites because it brings stars and characters from my two favorite forms of entertainment together to one big party. The small screen and the silver screen share the stage at the one dinner a year we (I) desperately wish we (I) could attend.
This year was a tricky viewing for me because I still haven’t seen many of the nominated films. “Boyhood” took home the night’s biggest honor and I hadn’t even heard of it. “The Grand Budapest Hotel” sounded vaguely like something that had already been up for an award last year or the year before. (Not sure what I’m thinking of here—was there something else with ‘hotel’ in the title?) The only thing I’ve ever seen from Best Director winner Richard Linklater was 2003’s “School of Rock.”
While I was hoping for Jake Gyllenhaal to share his sister’s success of the evening, even I had to admit competition was stiff and his performance in “Nightcrawler,” while chilling and enigmatic, couldn’t quite measure up to that of winner Eddie Redmayne for his unflinching portrayal of Stephen Hawking in “The Theory of Everything.” Amy Adams and Julianne Moore both gave sweet speeches for their wins. I’m unfamiliar with “Big Eyes,” but “Still Alice” sounds like it might make my watch-list. “Foxcatcher” too.
As for TV, I gave up on “Fargo” after just a couple episodes. I was desperately hoping “Orange is the New Black” would sweep a few more wins, but no luck. (Maybe it would if it was actually in the right category!) I essentially had no basis for judgement all night for any of the categories, which made watching seem a little pointless. I better up my game for the Oscars!
Here are some highlights of the star-studded night: Continue reading
Kate Hudson in Versace: Versace won the night with these ladies, the first of whom looked stunning in a brilliant white gown that drew the eye to curves she doesn’t technically have. I would’ve left her hair down though, as the slicked-back look brought an unflattering emphasis to her ears.
If you’re not out celebrating the end of another year at a lavish party, chances are you’re sitting at home waiting for that ball to drop, and maybe watching a movie of someone enjoying their night a bit more than you. New Year’s is an often overlooked holiday in cinema, caught between Christmas and the ever-impending Valentine’s Day. But that doesn’t mean that a countdown or two doesn’t creep into a favorite film every now and then.
Here’s a breakdown of just a few that I’ve noticed:
When Harry Met Sally (1989): Possibly my favorite New Year’s scene of all time. Harry realizes he’s in love with Sally and races across the city to find her. He spills his heart out in one of my favorite little love speeches ever—“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” Then they share a slightly-after-midnight kiss after debating the true meaning of the classic tune, Auld Lang Syne. (Hint: It’s about old friends.) Continue reading
Not wrapping, just the paper. It’s a tragic flaw that I’m so inept at creating pretty packages. I just don’t have the patience for it. No matter how hard I try to get that paper super tight, as soon as I try to scotch tape it, it becomes loose and sloppy. I’ve learned to just accept it. That doesn’t stop me from delighting in the fun patterns and colors that pop up during the holiday season. And I’ve learned to get crafty in other ways—last year, I bought adorable baskets at Michael’s and filled them with Christmas grass and knick-knacks (and shoddily wrapped gifts) and presented them to my parents and sister instead of a stack of boxes. They were a hit.
I forget when I finally first tried eggnog, but I remember always wanting to because it was such a quintessential Christmas drink. It’s become somewhat of a thing now where, even though I don’t love it, I have to have at least one glass per season.
It just tastes like Christmas. You know how things sometimes just taste like Christmas?
…no? …just me? Continue reading