7.26.2006

Wisconsin, Suckas

Since I started this blog, I went to Hawaii



and then Seattle



and now...



Wisconsin.

A quick descent from tropical paradise and crunchy-granola urban cool to midwestern cheese-and-hunting cultural void? Nay, I tell you. From Door County's fresh cherries to hiking in Devil's Lake, Wisconsin is our oft-overlooked northern neighbor, much as Canada is to the U.S, or as Alaska is to...Canada. Or something.

So I'll be gone for the weekend, but in the meantime, be sure to head over tomorrow to Atul's blog, Things I've Noticed, for this week's Roundtable discussion.

If you're bored without me, as you undoubtedly will be, you can always check out Slate's daily photography exhibit, with themes ranging from Tokyo to Fashion Week to motherhood.

And if you haven't been checking it out every day, you have to head over to Married to the Sea, the sister site to the equally funny Toothpaste for Dinner. They take an old illustration and add their own random, irreverant twist, such as this pre-email parallel:



Or this...um...cherub...spreading his love of fruit:



Hopefully I'll be out of my cheese coma sometime after Sunday to get back to my Chicago life of nightclubs, photo shoots and power lunches with Donald Trump and Charlie Trotter (which actually translates to Friends reruns, packed CTA trains and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches eaten at my desk while perusing Janet Jackson fan forums).

Enjoy!

7.21.2006

Laughs and Tears, Courtesy of the New York Times

I'm pretty sure this doesn't really fall under any of the categories I usually talk about, and I'm also jumping on the bandwagon a little late, but last week I read about recent developments in the same-sex marriage debate and found a lot of it interesting.

So two weeks ago the New York Supreme Court ruled that a legislative ban on same-sex marriages does not violate the state constitution. The judges offered two arguments. One being the "role model" angle, stating that children are best raised by a man and a woman. The second is what is now referred to as the "reckless procreation" rule.

Kenji Yoshino, in an excellent op-ed piece for the New York Times, first uses actual evidence (imagine that!) to deflate the "role model" argument and then goes on to explain the "reckless procreation" approach.

But the New York court also put forth another argument, sometimes called the “reckless procreation” rationale. “Heterosexual intercourse,” the plurality opinion stated, “has a natural tendency to lead to the birth of children; homosexual intercourse does not.” Gays become parents, the opinion said, in a variety of ways, including adoption and artificial insemination, “but they do not become parents as a result of accident or impulse.”

Consequently, “the Legislature could find that unstable relationships between people of the opposite sex present a greater danger that children will be born into or grow up in unstable homes than is the case with same-sex couples.”

To shore up those rickety heterosexual arrangements, “the Legislature could rationally offer the benefits of marriage to opposite-sex couples only.” Lest we miss the inversion of stereotypes about gay relationships here, the opinion lamented that straight relationships are “all too often casual or temporary.”


First, as Dan Savage pointed out in an earlier New York Times piece, what does having children have anything to do with whether or not gay couples can marry? There are plenty of straight couples who get married without the intention or ability to have kids. Having children is not required for a marriage license.

Second, isn't this ruling insulting to both gays and straights? I picture the NY Supreme court as this condescending teacher patting the heads of all the straight-A gay students, saying "Gays, since you're all so devoted to your kids anyway, you don't need our help, right?" And then turning to the straights wearing dunce caps in the corner, snapping "Straights, you're too stupid to figure this out on your own. At least get married so you can do something right for your kids, because you obviously can't be trusted to do anything right on your own."

Third, does this mean that straight couples that go to the same lengths as gay couples to have children - adoption, artificial insemination - will also be unable to marry? You know, since they're obviously just as committed as gay parents to providing a stable environment for children and therefore don't need the stabilizing effects of marriage? Will they be deprived of a marriage license?

I love how apparently gay couples have become such beacons of parenting in the eyes of these judges (actually, to judges in Indiana, New York City and New York state), to the point where their abilities are so above and beyond that of straight parents they apparently don't need any governmental support at all. Well, isn't that flattering? Gosh, I guess a legislative bitch-slap doesn't sting as much when it's preceded by a hug.

And, oh yeah, if straight couples do need all that help, then fine. But, again, why do we need to deprive gay couples of the right to marry for straight couples to benefit from it? Wouldn't straight couples supposedly benefit from marriage even if gay couples could also marry?

The funny part? Where straight relationships are described as "all too often casual or temporary." Translation: "breeders, you're all a bunch of whores." (Which is true. You all are.)

The best part of the column is the fact that it appeared in the paper the same time as a piece about the hot new gay vacation spots, reminding us, yet again, that everyone can accept a friendly gay when he's contributing to their economy but God forbid he actually want to partake in the same economic benefits to which he's contributing.

Oh, well. I guess I shouldn't complain too much (but I probably will, anyway), since the House Republicans still can't pass a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage. Ha ha. Losers. The Republicans on the state level, on the other hand, are a little more succesful. Curse you, Tennessee, Nebraska and Georgia!

You should read about the House debate anyway. It's actually a funny break between all the Lebanon tragedies. Some highlights:

The Democrats accused Republicans of raising the issue even as they ignored what the Democrats said were more pressing problems, including the war in Iraq, an expanding conflict in the Middle East, high gasoline prices and North Korean missile tests.

Another Georgia Republican, Representative Phil Gingrey, said support for traditional marriage “is perhaps the best message we can give to the Middle East and all the trouble they’re having over there right now.”


Yeah, that really is the best message. Forget peace or gender equality or religious tolerance. It's a good thing they see our government denying its citizens civil rights at the exact same time we're trying to convince them that their governments are oppressive and intolerant and should emulate ours. Oh, thanks for the laughs, Rep. Gingrey.

But the best part is the so-logical-it-almost-hurts-that-some-people-don't-get-it quotes at the end:

“How does the existence of same-sex marriage discourage or retard heterosexual marriage?” asked Representative Barney Frank, Democrat of Massachusetts, who is gay, calling it “the most illogical argument I’ve ever heard.”

Mr. Frank and others on the Massachusetts delegation said the state’s social fabric had not unraveled in the two years since its highest court recognized a right to same-sex marriage, a decision that set off a nationwide battle against it.

“It’s had no effect on my marriage,” said Representative Jim McGovern, Democrat of Massachusetts, “except we get invited to more weddings.”


Amen.

All right, I'm done ranting. I'll get back to our regularly scheduled programming of trivial updates on Jessica Simpson's latest turd of a single and why Nutella is crack in a jar.

7.20.2006

If I Had a Million Dollars...


I'd by a lifetime supply of Nutella.

After taxes, of course.

And then, maybe I'd give a little to RW, our Roundtable godfather, who's wondering just how much money is enough to be comfortable. $1 million? $10 million? Let's just round it up to a nice even $100 million, shall we?

How much would be enough for you? Drop a ten at the bar for your martini and join us at the Roundtable...

7.14.2006

An Update on the Someone I'd Rather Not Mention and Our National I.Q.

I know, I know, I've already given her way too much attention as it is. My blogger's self-respect is plummeting down to zero as I type this, but I just thought I should update everyone about this.

Even though I recently stated that "Americans are getting more and more stupid," Americans are currently proving me wrong. In fact, maybe in three weeks, our collective I.Q. has actually ascended to a best-ever 45(-ish)! Because right now, Paris Hilton's first single, "Stars Are Blind," has fallen on Billboard's Top 100 chart from No. 18 (the third-highest debut of the year - ick) down to No. 30. And I've barely heard it on the radio at all. I seriously thought I wouldn't be able to escape her this summer. That's right, people are actually becoming less interested in the song. Now it seems the only person who keeps talking about her is me! Oh, the irony!

What's that I detect? Our nation's collective level of taste actually rising? Maybe there's something going on. After all, Johnny Depp is No. 1 at the box office, Johnny Cash in has the No. 1 album, and Project Runway is back on the air.

Soon, we'll be living in a land where Lauren Graham wins Emmys and Janet Jackson actually makes a decent album again; where Joseph Arthur actually receives at least half the airplay that James Blunt got and Jonathan Franzen writes another novel.

...sigh...

Well, a boy can dream, can't he?

7.13.2006

Seventeen Years Old and Still One of the Best

Whenever I'm in an airport, I always think of that beautifully played scene in When Harry Met Sally when the two not-yet-lovebirds reunite in the airport years after taking the most awkward road trip in cinema history together. Harry trades places with the guy next to Sally, explains that he's getting married, they catch up and reminisce some, and then as they are both walking through the concourse she reminds him that he once stated that men and women can never really be friends. He agrees that he was wrong and in the course of the conversation they wrap up the greatest two-part cinematic dialogue about the can-men-and-women-be-friends debate.



Normally, when people think of that movie, they think of the scene in the diner and, yeah, that's pretty good, too.



But this week's roundtable is all about airports. Move over Parisian cafes, S.K. at Incurable Insomniac thinks aiports are the best place for people watching. That is, if you don't have your head buried in a newspaper, book, portable DVD player or video iPod. Most people I know don't really like airports at all, but either way, drop on by and offer your favorite airport or airport-related story. Or just keep saying the word "airport" like I do. Airport airport airport....

7.09.2006

I'm So Excited...And I Just Can't Hide It...

Wednesday, July 12th, people!



But in case you can't wait that long until the Season 3 premiere of Project Runway, here are a few stories to hold you over:

The Boston Herald has an interview with host Heidi Klum on what to expect for the new season. I love when she says, "Our show is not about grinding up worms and eating them or seeing how long they can last doing some crazy stunt." Boo-ya! Take that, Fear Factor! Also, did you know Heidi hosts the German version of America's Next Top Model?

The L.A. Times has a "Life after PR" article, including a "Where are They Now?" slide show that features strangely innacurate facts about the show but is interesting nonetheless.

Over at MSNBC, Andy Denhart, who writes for reality blurred, wonders if Bravo is pushing too much of a good thing by giving us a new season so quickly after season 2 ended.

On the blog front, for all the latest PR news, there's the exhaustive Blogging Project Runway, which takes their love of the show and spreads it to every nook and cranny of this country. If you're looking for something a little more subversive, then head over to FourFour every week for Rich's hilarious, un-equalled re-caps. You can see what I mean by pouring through his Season 2 archives here. And, if you're so inclined, you can check out my own article about the show here.

Finally, the Chicago Tribune has a great, dishy interview with PR mentor Tim Gunn. It's kind of long but worth the time. He's so professional on the show - who knew he could be such a gossip queen? Not only does he trash Season 2 champ Chloe's winning collection, he had this to say about Season 2 runner-up and fan favorite Dan: "My darling little Dan has become a terrible diva. And it’s really unattractive. … He’s been offered several jobs. He’s turned down everything. They’re not good enough for him.” Ouch. Of course, by passing up Michael Kors' job offer, Dan has time for his own blog.

Hopefully, this can satisfy any PR fix you might have until the new season begins. Make it work!

7.07.2006

Oy Ve: Emmy Edition

The Emmy nominations were announced. Where to begin? So the Emmys decided to change their voting process this year in what has now become known as the "Lauren Graham Rule," where, supposedly, fringe shows like Gilmore Girls and Everybody Hates Chris would get their deserved nominations next to old stand-bys like West Wing.

So did it work? Well...kind of. Not exactly. A little bit, just not in the right ways. Sort of, if "sort of" means "not so much."

Surprises did abound, as last year's winners for Best Drama and Best Comedy (Lost and Desperate Housewives, respectively) got almost completely shut out. Many a cancelled show snuck in (Arrested Development, Six Feet Under, The Comeback), as did many lame-ass shows still on the air (Two and a Half Men, anyone?). Get ready to scratch your heads and pop your eyes in bewilderment:

- Kevin James in The King of Queens and Charlie Sheen from TaaHM in the Best Comedic Actor category but no Jason Lee from My Name is Earl or Jason Bateman from Arrested Development? Charlie Sheen's character is named Charlie Harper...he's so bad that he's not even trusted to learn a different name. What does that tell you? At least Steve Carrell is in there.

- The Best Comedic Actress category might be one of the worst line-ups in recent history. Sure, there's Lisa Kudrow, but Debra Messing? She's always been the weak link of Will & Grace (sometimes due to receiving the weakest writing, but still...) and this past season was definitely not one of her best. Julia Louis-Dreyfus? Stockard Channing? Okay, so they're definitely surprises, which I guess is what the Emmys are going for this year, but I'm just not buying that either of these two talented actresses deserve to be here. (More on who should be later...)

- Like I was saying...hooray for Lisa Kudrow fighting her way into the Best Comedic Actress category for her one-season, cancelled HBO show The Comeback! Her Valerie Cherish was an awesome parody of Hollywood actresses: tacky, vain, clueless, shallow-disguised-as-deep, etc. You can bet I'd be at one of her Chocolate Fountain parties, savoring every drop of chocolate AND brittle neuroses. Too bad the show itself was...eh.

- Other surprisingly good choices: Peter Krause and Frances Conroy for Six Feet Under (but I'm still upset that Michael C. Hall and Lauren Ambrose were not only overlooked this year, but neither of them have ever won. Ridiculous, I tell you!), Denis Leary for Rescue Me, Jean Smart as the First Lady on 24, Elizabeth Perkins on Weeds, and Project Runway nominated in the Best Reality Competition category.

- Talk about desperate housewives. You can bet they'll be clawing over each other and chomping through season three's scenery like it is zero-calorie Cinnabuns to make sure they make the cut next year. I'm glad the over-praised Teri Hatcher is finally absent (again, I like her, but a Golden Globe and a SAG?) and, I don't care how hot she is, Eva Longoria doesn't deserve to be there in the first place. But Marcia Cross has been overlooked since her days on Melrose Place (Emmy worthy, I kid you not), and it's a shame to see her ignored yet again when she rose above season two's overall mediocrity. And how can Felicity Huffman go from last year's Best Comedic Actress to not even worthy of a nomination? And if all four ladies are absent, how could they not have found room to nominate the wonderfully disheveled Mary-Louise Parker on Weeds or Tichina Arnold, the hilarious mother on Everybody Hates Chris?

- While their respective shows were both nominated, it's interesting that Stephen Colbert was nominated for Outstanding Individual Performance In A Variety Or Music Program but Jon Stewart wasn't. Although, in his defense, Colbert's is much more of a performance than Stewart's. I'm just saying...it's interesting...

- How can House be nominated but not its lead actor, Hugh Laurie? How can Scrubs potentially be the best comedy of the year and yet receive no other major nominations at all, not even for the writing? How can Edie Falco on The Sopranos be overlooked when she is simply one of the best dramatic actresses on television right now? I'm a Geena Davis fan, but no way did she deserve to make it in over Falco.

- Oh, and that "Lauren Graham Rule"? Yeah, she didn't maket the cut. Gilmore Girls didn't at all, actually. In fact, most shows from the WB and UPN were pretty much overlooked. So much for that new voting system.

Oh. Wait a minute. What's that? What's that on page 20 of the PDF list of nominees? Is that...? Why, yes, I think it is...

- Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List is nominated for Best Reality Show! Oh, forget any negative thing I ever said about this year's Emmy voters. They're geniuses, I tell you. Mensa members, all of them. God bless 'em.

7.06.2006

They Have to be Good for Something

Kids: can't live with 'em, can't leave 'em at Day Care. But you can pimp them out in commercials. Do bratty children hawking sugary drinks make you want to go out and shop? Yes? No? Put down those boxes from Pottery Barn so I can see you better.

In fact, just grab a drink (the alcoholic kind, not the grape juice kind) and head over to Ville's excellently titled blog, This is Where I Talk and You Listen, to share your two cents on exactly who is responsible for those creepy Welch's grape juice devil spawns...

7.02.2006

If She's the Devil, Then Hell Must Be Fabulous

(Update: the editors of Blogcritics have chosen this piece as an Editor's Pick of the Week. Trés chic!)

Now that the media seems to finally have exhausted itself with the Man of Steel, the movie of the moment is The Devil Wears Prada. Beyond the mixed reviews, many are debating the accuracy of the film's depiction of the fashion industry. Are the costumes over the top? Would Meryl Streep's character really let her hair go gray? Would editorial assistants raid their fashion magazine's racks of clothes for their own outfits?

Who cares? Let the fashion insiders nitpick over unrealistic details. The movie, quite simply, is fun.

Running at a fluffy, fast-paced hour and a half, Prada follows Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway), a recent Northwestern University journalism grad, as she attempts to become a Serious Writer. Having recently moved to New York, she has to lower her entitled, Ivy League standards by landing a job millions of other girls would kill for: working at the elite fashion magazine Runway as the assistant to its demanding editor, Miranda Priestly (Meryl Streep). Miranda has Andy perform increasingly impossible errands (like, say, tracking down the unfinished new Harry Potter manuscript for Miranda's twins), and, after a year, would give Andy a glowing recommendation that would help her gain entrance to any magazine she wanted to write at.

As most people know by now, the movie is based on Lauren Weisberger's hugely popular and critically derided roman á clef of the same name, which actually chronicled her own experience working at Vogue for its notoriously demanding editor, Anna Wintour.

Weisberger wrote the novel in her mid-twenties and didn't have the perspective to truly understand her own book's most fascinating character - not herself, but Miranda. The movie, however, fixes that problem by allowing Miranda to not only be fierce, aggressive, and scary, but also brilliantly talented and, more importantly, nuanced and even vulnerable. Of course, it helps to bring out those layers when the character is played by an icy, strutting Meryl Streep.

If you can, see the movie sooner rather than later, when there's packed audiences who will laugh, hoot and holler and maybe even applaud at some of Miranda's best lines. One of the best scenes (not from the book) is after Andy snickers at Miranda and her fashion crew over debating two similar belts. Miranda then coolly delivers a monologue, while simultaneously putting together the centerpiece of a photo spread, explaining how Miranda's decisions trickle down from Runway to runways to department stores to the Bargain Bin that Andy so carefully picks through to prove she doesn't care about fashion. It's a great way to explain how far Miranda's influence spreads across the fashion world, and you can't help but even root for her as she puts the clueless, equally snobby Andy in her place.

Streep delivers everything in a cool, restrained, almost dulcet voice, and she can destroy someone with either a fierce glare or, better yet, a dismissive, sleepy-lidded look to remind the recipient they're not even worth the energy of a fierce glare. Streep is, in one word, awesome. In fact, you almost end up rooting for Miranda over the entitled, whiny Andy (which is not a slam against the charming Hathaway but more of a problem with the way her character is written).

The funny thing is, when a movie like this is so urgently, fashionably modern, it inevitably feels dated after the end credits have started rolling. With 1988's Working Girl, people looked back ten years later and made fun of the skyscraper hair and football player should pads. Yet now, people are already criticizing Prada's decadent, almost 80's-esque fashions ten minutes after watching it. Are the clothes unrealistic? Yes. The costume designer, after all, is Patricia Field, who also created over-the-top ensembles for Sex and the City. Slate's Amanda Fortini explains it very well:

The problem is, subdued, well-edited clothing doesn't play well onscreen. The camera cannot sufficiently capture a sumptuous texture or a nuanced cut. The bright colors and conspicuous logos Field uses serve as visual shorthand for the glamour of a fashion editor's life. To differentiate her characters from regular women dressed up for work, Field had to make their ensembles over-the-top.


So get over it, you fashion snobs.

Sure, there are some problems. The tone never quite gels (the film wants to both make fun of the bitchy magazine staff and take what they do seriously at the same time) and the non-stop pop soundtrack turns the first half of the film into a music video. But, actually, even though I referred to the movie as "fluffy," it does have some interesting points about working in your twenties (doesn't everyone worry that their boss will be a Miranda Priestly?), sacrifices, accountability, priorities (if you're personal life is shit, that means you're probably doing well at your job; if you have no personal life, prepare to be promoted) and gender politics. In fact, Prada seems to be the movie everyone is talking about.

There's not a lot of movies that I want to see a second time so soon after the first, but this might be one of them. Actually, I don't want to see the whole movie. I want someone to re-edit the film with only the scenes that Streep is in. Okay, any scene with her or Stanley Tucci as her snappy, witty sidekick. I would definitely watch that 45-minute "best of" compilation over and over, martini in one hand, taking notes with the other.