Saturday, December 10, 2011
Okay, this is all going to be heavily theoretical, possibly annoying, and maybe even misguided, but I've been thinking about this a lot and I need to try and verbalize this. And just to get the trigger out of the way, this is going to be some thoughts about racism, intentional and unintentional, in pop culture.
This started the other day with this guy. Some of you might recognize Roosevelt Franklin from the earlier days of Sesame Street. Apparently, he was once considered one of the main characters on the show, but that's before my time. I was born in 1976, and by then he'd been dropped from the main cast. I honestly can't remember consciously when I first started watching the show; my first word was "Ernie," so it was pretty damn early, but still too late to be acquainted with Roosevelt.
As you may or may not remember, this was an episode of Deep Space Nine that I found deeply offensive. The plot revolved around Worf's brother, Kurn, and how he was unable to deal with life after losing his place on the Klingon High Council and having his house disgraced after Worf refused to back Gowron's invasion of Cardassia.
Friday, December 09, 2011
Men's Health readers may think so, but to me it's an utterly insane thing to say that middling actress and professional victim Jennifer Aniston is the "Hottest Woman of All Time." Really, people? Jennifer Aniston is hotter than Marilyn Monroe? Hotter than Raquel Welch? No. Jennifer Aniston doesn't even come close to any of the great sex symbols. Jennifer Aniston isn't even the hottest woman in Hollywood working today. Hell, she wasn't even the hottest chick on Friends.
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
SamuraiFrog's Essential Christmas Songs #3. I don't know a lot of people who value this Beach Boys classic, but for me there's no Christmas without it. The Beach Boys were one of my earliest musical loves; I still remember when my sister and I would wake up and play my Dad's Beach Boys 8-track while he made us pancakes. I associate this with my Grandma Davis, too. Just a great, fun Christmas song.
That's sad to hear; I think I just kind of assumed he was going to live forever. I've always had a love for Harry Morgan because some of my earliest memories--from 1979, when my Dad was still in the Army--are of watching M*A*S*H. As a three year-old, I had this weird, naive idea that when we lived at Fort Hood, what my Dad was doing all day was basically the same thing they were doing at the 4077th: that is, goofing around. And Radar was from Iowa, like me and my Dad, so it was a whole thing... anyway, I loved Colonel Potter, and I always loved seeing Harry Morgan pop up anywhere else. Sorry to hear he died.
A review of the films I've seen this past week.
"There was nothing wrong with those pictures. There's nothing wrong with anyone who wants to take pictures of themselves or star in a porno or something, even though I would never do anything so degrading that I have absolutely no problem with. So even though I called the FBI on the guy who I claimed stole the naked pictures because the sanctity of an actress' cell phone is a national security issue, there's nothing wrong with those pictures. I just want you to know I'm classy and don't give it away for free, not that there's anything wrong with that, either. Now why don't you pay me to pose topless-but-not-really to show you what a serious actress I am?"
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
:: Okay, Castle, dial it back a little. Last night's episode was so unabashedly and ham-handedly trolling the audience--or at least the StaNathan shippers--that it distracted from the (thin) plot of the episode and made the flashback-heavy opening rather silly. You're not going to be able to come up with excuses to keep these two from getting together for much longer.
Monday, December 05, 2011
Sunday, December 04, 2011
SamuraiFrog's Essential Christmas Songs #2: "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" by Darlene Love from the magnificent A Christmas Gift for You from Phil Spector album. I probably first heard this song in Gremlins when I was 8... that's the first time I consciously remember hearing it, anyway, although my Dad loves this song, too... Either way, my Christmas playlist is never complete without this. Back in the days of cassettes I used to open Side B with this one.