ONE OF THE JOYS of Winter Break is that I get to holiday too! While the kids hang out, I order take out and rewatch one of my favorite guilty pleasures, the now out-dated and outrageously politically incorrect Sex and the City.
SATC turned me on to sky high heels back in the day. They were great fun and I could actually run in them! But life intervened and Uggs moved in.
My trek down memory lane brought it all back, and as I struggled to retrain my feet back into these beauties, I wondered what the show’s principals were up to now.
Turns out they’re up to a lot–new shows, clothing lines, charitable works–and all no thanks to the mountains of criticism heaped against them. Who can know for sure if they snipe at one another behind the scenes. The only impact a feud could have would be on future SATC project development, and those who saw and cared about the re-boot of Gilmore Girls knows that digging up the bones and reanimating the body isn’t always a great idea.
Which brings me to the stuff being hurtled at the actors. Apparently, they got–shiver me timbers–O-L-D, an unforgivable offense given that wrinkle creams, Juviderm, Botox and microlifts are supposed to work.
I can relate. I have, on occasion, used the #FloorSelfieFaceLift with great results, but it doesn’t prevent another birthday.
Critics be damned. I love SATC the second time around. It’s good, stupid fun. And that’s what holidays are all about.
Happy Winter Break, everyone!
Adult, unapologetic and wholly cognizant,
A. B. Funkhauser
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Last night I had a choice. I could suffer the Grammy’s or check out AMCs Better Call Saul, which I’ve been looking forward to madly because I binged Breaking Bad twice in eighteen months. But I couldn’t make the choice. Choosing between the Grammy’s and Saul is like putting winter against summer, poutine against guacamole, wardrobe malfunctions against the genesis of a criminally criminal lawyer. Appealing, and yet so incredibly different, going with one over the other would leave a vacancy, the kind of which would leave the decider (thank you, Mr. President) unsatisfied and longing for things missed. So I took a different course.
Doctor Who, the long running, time travelling lord of the cosmos, has undergone twelve regenerations over fifty years and hundreds of episodes, and, man, does he ever look great. Whether sporting a bow tie or Converse high tops in white or plasma red, the Doctor rocks joyously in the face of disaster, never losing his youthful curiosity. After 900+ years, the Doctor makes immortality way more appealing than any sulky vampire I’ve ever seen at the Grammy’s or anywhere else.
I don’t know about the Grammy and Saul viewers, but watching the Doctor left this fan immensely satisfied. Time didn’t stop, it fell away. And with a new spring in these old bones and a renewed purpose to GET MY PROOF READING DONE I give thanks, even if I did miss Gwen Stefani’s FABULOUS Atelier Versace jumpsuit and Yeezy’s renewed decorum (one reporter confessed to liking him again). As for Saul, he’s on again tonight at 10 p.m. EST. I’m told the first show rocked for people who know the character. Others who don’t may have some work to do.
Good Monday. Let’s stay above it.
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