Extensions off to Jaime Pressly, one of the funniest women on TV. Her Emmy award-winning portrayal of Joy Turner on My Name Is Earl is so solid that it's easy to forget she's a bonafide sexpot (with credits like Playboy spreads, countless "sexiest women" list mentions, and the lead in Poison Ivy: The New Seduction on her resume). Of course, Pressly's hotness isn't anything out of the ordinary: she has blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs and a button nose. Yawn, right? But it's Pressly's self-awareness that allows her to take her conventional looks to cartoonish heights as Joy. And therein lies the comic genius.
There are a gadzillion reasons why I'm not a fan of Barbie dolls, and they all apply to the new Lt. Uhura doll, part of Mattel's upcoming Barbie Doll line being released in conjunction with J.J. Abrams' new Star Trek film. But there's also a hilariously awesome reason to love these dolls: fanboys are freaking out that they make Star Trek too girlie.
I've been avoiding Grey's Anatomy for 5 seasons now, but with critics bemoaning the show's rapid demise (as in sex scenes with a g-g-ghost!) I decided to check it out while I still could. Best case scenario: It's so bad it's good. Worse case scenario: It's offensive enough to warrant a scathing blog post.
As a kid watching The Cosby Show -- the only primetime program my parents permitted back in the '80s -- I was completely in awe of her. As an adult who's watched many, many hours of TV since (I do what I want!), I'm more impressed than ever. 20 years after The Cosby Show's peak, Clair is still more progressive than most of the TV moms who've succeeded her.
It's sad to remember how high my hopes were for CW's 90210 last summer. I love Fox's original series, Beverly Hills 90210 (though bad dialogue and one-dimensional characters make for a rocky relationship) and I love Rob Thomas (of Veronica Mars), who was supposed to be writing this thing and making it awesome. But he backed out at the last minute to work on stupid Cupid , leaving us with a badly acted, poorly lit, script-challenged mess.
I thought it'd at least be worthwhile to see Shannen Doherty reprise her role as Brenda Walsh, but not even one of my favorite characters ever could keep me watching for more than 3 episodes. I gave it another shot for the sake of research, and what I found out was…it's still not good. But it had a good moment. You might even call it a feminist moment.
If you love TV but don't have time to watch all of it, then you should at least be watching The Soup. It's the best way to get caught up on all the bizarre moments you missed on soap operas, obscure reality shows, and even regional morning newscasts. A team of writers and interns for the show actually devotes their day to watching TV and then goofing on it for our entertainment. What better way for feminists to keep tabs on the world of pop culture?
But the best reason to watch is Joel McHale. His criticisms are sharp, his delivery is hilarious, and his suits are mesmerizing. (I totally want to kiss him.)
There's a lot to love about Tina Fey's sexy-geek image. For instance, "Geeks can be sexy!" is an awesome message, as is "Sexy women can be geeks!" (Okay, maybe there are only two things to love.) I think it's safe to say we get it: She's hot. She's smart. She's hot, yet smart. And vice-versa.
But Fey's sex appeal is no accident — it's the price she paid for fame. In January's Vanity Fair feature, Maureen Dowd gushes about "how a tweezer, cream rinse, a diet, and a Teutonic will transformed a mousy brain into a brainy glamour-puss." Dowd thrills at the success of the makeover that made Fey fit for the camera, and her enthusiasm for weight loss and designer clothes is unsettling. No one wants to picture Liz Lemon doing Weight Watchers...
If you have a tendency to get sucked into bad movies starring formerly
famous actresses, you've probably watched some "Fa la la la Lifetime",
a month-long event in which Lifetime Television brings out its
considerable collection of Christmas movies.
Whether they're are about
Christmas dating, Christmas engagements, or Christmas weddings, the
movies usually to have a few things in common: sassy friends with Canadian
accents, insipid male love interests, excessive seasonal decorations,
embarrassing covers of Christmas carols, and unconvincing dye jobs.
I watched enough this year to discover a sub-genre that's even more unsettling than your average
cute-heroine-finds-Christmas-love story. I call it the Second Chance
Of all the lady cops on TV, Debra Morgan from Dexter is my fave. She's a dedicated cop with a very dirty mouth whose aggressive police work often intimidates male co-workers. But Deb (played by Jennifer Carpenter) is more than just another woman acting like one of the guys.
E! wants us to know just how smart the girls of The Girls Next Door are. Their bios at E! Online even include a "Beauty & Brains" section which detail their ambitions and accomplishments (outside of posing nude).
But if we're supposed to give the Girls credit for intelligence, autonomy, or just plain-old professionalism, then what's with the show's producers constantly undermining them? Post-production sound effects and editing portray these women of "beauty and brains" as silly, vapid, and even ridiculous.