Dear Marshall Eriksen, Look, I know this is weird because you’re kind of married, but I think you should know that I’m in love with you. It would be enough for me if you were an environmentally-passionate lawyer, but I forget until I marathon old episodes how friggin’ cute you are. You sing everything you […]
I, Julia Hass, have to confess something — I hate Adam Lambert. Total shocker, right? I mean, especially considering the title of this post. But for me, this actually is pretty shocking. Because if you’ve known me for, say, a week, it becomes self-evident that I’m about 90% a secret gay man, and the other […]
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I am the child of a bunch of socialist hippies. That’s right, my family is exactly who Rush Limbaugh warns you against. We’re those crazy weirdos who support things like gay marriage (can I get a shout-out from my Boston gays?), universal health care, and marijuana […]
Though Obama released Bush Era torture memos ten days ago, they’re still all anyone in the news media (both real and fake) has been able to talk about since. I can’t really say why. Perhaps they take a very long time to read? Perhaps people are comforted by finding something even more depressing than the […]
If I had to choose to marry one person on television, I, like millions of women everywhere, would choose Jim Halpert. But he’s been disappointing me for a while now. Have some vision, Jim! Have some ambition! Some spine! So this episode didn’t exactly address those concerns, but at the very least, I fell back […]
I don’t know if you cowboys have heard, but there’s a new show in town, goes by the name of Parks and Recreation. Stars that blond chick from Saturday Night Live? Yeah, that’s the one. Here at fictional CliqueClack headquarters, the job/responsibility/privilege of who’s going to write up this show has been going around like […]
So I happen to really love Kathy Griffin. Look, it’s not just a redhead solidarity thing, okay? There’s a good reason why I find her, her plastic surgery, her bad haircut and eight pounds of extensions, and her crass non-humorous humor delightful, and it’s a good reason. And that reason? Is because I’m a girl. […]
