Trace Adkins, however, has not forgotten, and made the bold move of wearing a confederate flag earpiece for his otherwise unremarkable performance at this week's Rockefeller Christmas tree lighting.
Everyone loves the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. It's a tradition that brings us all together as Americans, provides something innocuous to talk about while you spend the entire day with your relatives, and keeps rents extremely high for apartments that line the parade route. A good time is had by all!
The whole thing is sort of a logistical nightmare, though, and things don't always go that smoothly. Because Thanksgiving (and in particular, Black Friday) isn't exclusively a time of good will, a few of the odder, more embarrassing things that have happened over the years.
The Bluebird Cafe, as you may or may not have heard, is not just a set in TVLand though. Situated in a strip mall outside of downtown Nashville, the 100-seat space has long prided itself on being a "listening room," famously providing the songwriters who have penned chart-topping hits for other artists with the opportunity to share their other songs to a live audience, in addition to hosting an open-mic night and early career appearances by the likes of Garth Brooks, John Prine and T. Swift. It's very much a real thing, is the point, and guess what? It's being affected by the attention brought on by the make-believe Nashville.
According to the syllabus, the course—titled "California, Here We Come: The O.C. and the Self-Aware Culture of 21st Century America"—sets out to explore this so-called "hyper self-awareness" unique to The O.C. and "analyze Californian exceptionalism and singularity in history and popular culture, girl culture, 21st century suburban revivalism, the indie music scene, the meta-series and more." After dissecting the Great Luke-Marissa-Ryan Love Triangle of Season 1 and Ben Gibbard's likable doughiness (one can hope), studies will touch on such other cultural hallmarks as Laguna Beach, The Real Housewives, The Hills and their high-heeled East Coast equivalent, Gossip Girl.
Study up. A few suggested test questions:
And yes, Halloween specials of beloved TV shows are a longstanding tradition, not confined to everyone's favorite nostalgia decade of the moment. However, in the interest of narrowing things down and revisiting the spooky joys of my youth, we're confining this particular best-of to the 1990s. Truly, it was a golden age for this stuff. Plus, as long as the internet is up and the MTA is down, you'll need something to keep you busy during this (spookily named) Frankenstorm.
Do you still live in Park Slope?
How long have you lived there?
I've lived here for three years. In Brooklyn for seven and a half. Cobble Hill, Prospect Heights, Kensington for one week because I moved in with a gal who wanted to break up four days after we moved in together. That was awesome. Before Brooklyn, it was North Carolina and before that Florida, where I was born and raised Jehovah's Witness and handed out Watchtowers door-to-door.
Hang on to your hats, America. Our most sacred talent competition, doubling as FOX's most sacred cash cow, is about to be soiled with pop stars' bad attitudes and profane language. Or! Pop stars' colorful personalities and self-confidence! The public servants at TMZ released the above video of a spirited confrontation between new judges Nicki Minaj and Mariah Carey at an American Idol audition in Charlotte, North Carolina. Nicki was all, "I love dressing kooky," and Mariah was all, "I love butterflies," and the two just could not agree on who loved what more. Upon further inspection, it seems as I might've misheard the involved parties, however. TVgasm.com posted this helpful translation of the argument, quoting Minaj saying, "I’m not fuckin’ putting up with her fucking highness over there," gesturing in the direction of butterfly lover Carey. Unless these girls can tone down the language and hug it out, my Mom is just not going to be into this season of Idol.
Somewhere out there, American sweetheart Paula Abdul is cheerfully mumbling into the dark that she really loves to snack on crackers. We miss you, girl.
Way to hold down the fort, Keith Urban.
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Joey: So we were friends, then we were a couple, then we were friends again, then we were a couple... what are we now?
Dawson: We're Dawson and Joey.
Joey: You think every Joey has a Dawson and every Dawson has a Joey?
Dawson: I hope so. For their sake.
So in retrospect, maybe Dawson's Creek wasn't worthy of inciting one of the most dedicated teenage followings of the 90s. The dialogue was bloated, the characters weren't all that likable, the theme song was a little too blatant in its heart-tugging. But the high schooled masses kept coming back for more.
James Van Der Beek can't seem to really wrap his head around it either. In an interview with New York Magazine's Vulture touching on the Dawson's reunion reported to unfold on the season premiere of Don't Trust the B—— in Apartment 23, in which Van Der Beek plays a hilariously exaggerated version of himself attempting to get the ol' gang back to together, he muses on how the show's popularity did not add up:
But being on something that has the impact that that [Dawson's Creek] did, it's just — I don't know. There's almost kind of no place to put it in the realm of normal, sensible life experience. It's just one of those things that just does not compute in a lot of ways. So it's been really interesting to touch base with a lot of those guys this many years out, and laugh about some of the things we thought we knew, and just kind of joke about, Boy, how crazy was that? It was just a very unique experience. But we've all kind of come to a good place on it.
Oh, man. We were all so dumb in the 90s!
With just hours to go before the (critically praised) season premiere of Parks and Recreation, we culled together a mix to honor easily one of the most likable characters on television, Ms. Leslie Knope. Go forth, homegirl, and lead Pawnee, Indiana into a comfortably middling, standard-achieving future. We're all rooting for you.
Stopping by the set of Conan last night to promote the coming season of Parks and Recreation, Adam Scott took some time to contemplate one of the overlooked mysteries of the 90s: What, exactly, was Vanilla Ice thinking when he wrote "Ice Ice Baby?" Could it be that Robert Matthew "Vanilla Ice" Van Winkle's genius is not a streamlined, logical genius? Watch above as Scott offers a line-by-line breakdown of the song, maybe the best thing you'll watch all day.
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We have an opportunity here. We, as a community, can do better than Justin Bieber, Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez, I'm almost sure. In this light, we offer up a few names we'd like to encourage the world to nominate for SNL notoriety, but only on the designated day, of course.
In keeping with Late Night's hipster-friendly narrative, Jimmy Fallon hosted once-upon-a-time fashion blogger, current editor-actress-alt-pixie-high-schooler Tavi Gevinson last night, in town to promote Rookie Yearbook One, a compilation of pieces from her online magazine's first year. There was a lot to be learned from the little one.
The second season was less about place and more about character—more about the internal mysteries of the show's closed-circle of friends (and New York media) than Kings County. The third season, released yesterday on DVD, is a mix of the two: as Jonathan Ames says of himself in episode seven, "I'm half Brooklyn and half mystery." He's also summing up the show.
Matt Smith is my favorite Doctor. I was initially skeptical, but the 11th actor to play the iconic character won me over last season, one of the best seasons of television I've ever watched: the intricate storylines, the moral ambiguity, and the grand emotions—I think I wept at the climax of, I dunno, every episode?—provoked by the cast through its strong rapport. Smith may not be history's greatest Doctor. But I've begun to think of him as my Doctor.
Oh, and then there's this: "According to Netflix, the episode order could grow beyond the 10 installments the company originally ordered," Huffington Post reports.
So now we're going to watch this:
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Nevermind Ryan Lochte's diamond-studded American flag grill or any of the dozens of athletic feats that went down over the last few days. In a weekend crammed with Olympic coverage from every conceivable corner of the media, this clip takes the cake. In it, we watch the parents of U.S. gymnast Aly Raisman reacting to their daughter's bar routine, which, to the benefit of their mental and physical health, was strong enough to advance her into the individual all-round competition later this week. They might also be driving an imaginary race car? Hard to tell. Deadspin has the video in HD, but for a quick peek, watch above.
What's that thing that Morgan Freeman always says? Oh, yes. Go world.
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(Note: apologies for supplying images and not clips. Hulu doesn't give any of the good stuff away for free.)
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
I need a sweet baby