A Vindication of the Right of Women…to Objectify Men*

A month or so ago, Liz, being – as always – hip to important pop culture happenings, told me that I should purchase Katy Perry’s newest single, “Peacock.”  

“Peacock?” I repeated, by way of confirmation.  

“Peacock,” she answered, not willing to divulge anything more.  

Now, I was not so foolish and/or innocent as to completely miss the innuendo of the title. I didn’t expect a zoologically-detailed musical celebration of the medium-sized male pheasant with jewel-toned plumage.  

Teatime...For Angle...And Germany! Winter For Poland and France!

Weirded out and rendered vaguely ill by that post heading? Fear not...we're just quoting/butchering Mel Brooks and The Producers...

And no, we're totally not suggesting that Nevada's own Sharron Angle is anything like Hitler. We'll shy away from the old Ad Hitlerum (AKA intelligent conversation kryptonite) malarkey at all costs. BUT...as what we've got going on in America right now is...well, how should we put this? A situation where people who are in favor of policies that really never push society forward (Have your rapist's baby and love him/her no matter what! Pay for that rabies shot with a chicken from your coop! Send all farm workers back from whence they came and live off nothing but fast food! Screw your anti-obesity initiatives First Lady Michelle Obama, vegetables are SOCIALIST!) We felt the need to put some of America's favorite tea partiers in our Sound of Music, flag tearing blender...just to see what will happen...

Happy Birthday Dame Julie!

Not only is it the start of October (when did that happen?!), but it is also - and more importantly - the birthday of one Julia Elizabeth Andrews, aka a lady who will never be a nun, aka MARIA VON TRAPP!

Julie, all we can say is: somewhere in our youth - or childhood - we must have done something good to deserve you in our lives (via the television, that is).

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Love,

Liz and Cailey

F**k You, Colin Firth

Dear Colin Firth,  

Fair enough - you have the right to look perplexed. And I hope you won't take too much offense, as you seem like a perfectly nice person. You’ve been married to your Italian wife for a long time and you have two cute kids (plus that one you had earlier with the lesser Tilly sister) and seem pretty low key. Plus you’re self-deprecating in that fabulous British way. But still, I have to say: Fuck You.

Do Bad Things: Vol. 2

 

Previously on Do Bad Things: Sam had just encountered a Nazi flag hanging outside Merlotte's...Terry and Lafayette reacted with PTSD and ennui, respectively...Jason vomited (but not because of the flag...because of the A-A-A-A-A-Alcohol)...and Bill had just made a motion to tear it down, when he was distracted by the arrival of Eric. As were Liz and Cailey...

Cailey: But now we're back! And I shall not allow myself to become distracted by that tall drink of water, that Norse god descended to earth, that...Liz what is happening in that photoshop project (above)?!

Liz: You likey?

Cailey: I'm simultaneously repulsed and aroused.

Liz: Mission accomplished!

Do Bad Things: Vol. 1

                                         

Honestly, what did we do before True Blood came along? 

We here at TID are well-versed in all entertainment vampire-related (see here, here and here for stone cold proof). Yet this show is clearly in a category all it's own. Yes, we'll always be hopelessly devoted to Buffy, Angel, and the Whedonverse, but - dare we say it? - not even the Almighty Joss could have brought to life a show so shamelessly, wantonly sexy and so out-of-it's-cotton-pickin'-mind (Talbot's glass urn? zomg. Marianne's meat statue? zomg. Lafayette and Jesus's crazy trip drug dream? zomg. "You need to bless the Jell-O so everyone can eat?" zomg. You get the picture.)

Dick: An Apologia

There are plenty of less-than-stellar contributions to contemporary culture that I get a lot of joy from and whose lowbrow qualities I will defend to my more effete friends. But I know how far to take my waxing lyrical about the (yes, I will admit it) debatable merits of, say, Twilight and “Keeping Up With the Kardashians.” Then there are those few precious contributions that I truly believe merit inclusion in the pantheon of culturally important artifacts. The ones that I would take an pseudo-intellectual bullet for, like Clueless and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the TV series, not the movie). And then there’s Dick.