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Mad Men--great as always. I LOVE how dark this season has been!
That thing with the elevator freaked me the fuck out. And it's just going to keep getting creepier and darker and scarier as America starts exploring darker corners (the war, drugs, crime).
Last night's episode took place in late October of 1966 and I'm ticking off the historical markers to come in my head--less than a year until the Summer of Love, less than 2 years until the RFK and King assassinations, less than 3 until Woodstock and the Manson murders. Just 2 years for the heyday and fall of the counterculture.
I have to say, I'm really getting sick of the constant criticism of every actress who isn't Peggy/Elizabeth Moss or Joan/Christina Hendricks. Jessica Pare is doing a fine job as Megan and although I'm not terribly interested in her character, I certainly not going to whine and moan about how MW & Co. are "hitting us over the head with how wonderful Megan is" and how she's a "Mary Sue." (God, I'm over that term. A Mary Sue is a specific *thing,* not just any female character who isn't a bitch. You can't win. The vitriol that Megan's character gets is part of what I call the Ginny Weasely syndrome, when the Hero's GF/wife is introduced at a later time, and the fans are jealous. Ginny REALLY couldn't win--she was trashed for being both a Mary Sue AND a bitch.) The posters on TWoP are so efffing obnoxious sometimes, and the scrutiny given to *any* female character except the designated Awesome One(s) is so inherently misogynistic. You saw this on The X Files as well--Scully was the Designated Awesome One and poor Annabeth Gish as Reyes could never ever measure up. January Jones/Betty got this kind of hatred as well, and Alexis Bledel as Beth last night also got routinely trashed. All of them are terrific. So-called fans need to hold female characetrs to the same level of scrutiny as the male characters--no more, no less. If Don and fucking PETE get love, so should the ladies.
I spent the weekend (most of it) in Philadelphia, visiting my brother and his family. He and his wife have 20 month old twins and they are PRECIOUS. Little fairy-haired, blue-eyed blonde cherubs, just like Freddie and Flossie Bobbsey. Absolutely gorgeous. Philly is a fun city, actually--lots of museums and a huge park. Erik lives in a good neighborhood within walking distance of some great museums--we wandered around and had lunch at a Mexican place nearby. Yesterday we went to see the Liberty Bell--so cool and iconic! Amazing to see that crack. For the train ride down I bought a copy of the book version of Game of Thrones. So far it seems to be a very close adaptation. My favorite chapter is the one when
Brandon is in the coma, reliving the fall
and talking to the crow. Really solid writing there. I have not been able to watch this week's episode yet, because Lori was in labor (she had her baby! A boy!) so I'll have to find a way to get it online, although Amazon and iTunes only seem to have last season.
Lots of softball this weekend--FOUR games! Then I'm hanging out with my soccer team Saturday night--birthday celebration, and we're doing karaoke.
That thing with the elevator freaked me the fuck out. And it's just going to keep getting creepier and darker and scarier as America starts exploring darker corners (the war, drugs, crime).
Last night's episode took place in late October of 1966 and I'm ticking off the historical markers to come in my head--less than a year until the Summer of Love, less than 2 years until the RFK and King assassinations, less than 3 until Woodstock and the Manson murders. Just 2 years for the heyday and fall of the counterculture.
I have to say, I'm really getting sick of the constant criticism of every actress who isn't Peggy/Elizabeth Moss or Joan/Christina Hendricks. Jessica Pare is doing a fine job as Megan and although I'm not terribly interested in her character, I certainly not going to whine and moan about how MW & Co. are "hitting us over the head with how wonderful Megan is" and how she's a "Mary Sue." (God, I'm over that term. A Mary Sue is a specific *thing,* not just any female character who isn't a bitch. You can't win. The vitriol that Megan's character gets is part of what I call the Ginny Weasely syndrome, when the Hero's GF/wife is introduced at a later time, and the fans are jealous. Ginny REALLY couldn't win--she was trashed for being both a Mary Sue AND a bitch.) The posters on TWoP are so efffing obnoxious sometimes, and the scrutiny given to *any* female character except the designated Awesome One(s) is so inherently misogynistic. You saw this on The X Files as well--Scully was the Designated Awesome One and poor Annabeth Gish as Reyes could never ever measure up. January Jones/Betty got this kind of hatred as well, and Alexis Bledel as Beth last night also got routinely trashed. All of them are terrific. So-called fans need to hold female characetrs to the same level of scrutiny as the male characters--no more, no less. If Don and fucking PETE get love, so should the ladies.
I spent the weekend (most of it) in Philadelphia, visiting my brother and his family. He and his wife have 20 month old twins and they are PRECIOUS. Little fairy-haired, blue-eyed blonde cherubs, just like Freddie and Flossie Bobbsey. Absolutely gorgeous. Philly is a fun city, actually--lots of museums and a huge park. Erik lives in a good neighborhood within walking distance of some great museums--we wandered around and had lunch at a Mexican place nearby. Yesterday we went to see the Liberty Bell--so cool and iconic! Amazing to see that crack. For the train ride down I bought a copy of the book version of Game of Thrones. So far it seems to be a very close adaptation. My favorite chapter is the one when
Brandon is in the coma, reliving the fall
and talking to the crow. Really solid writing there. I have not been able to watch this week's episode yet, because Lori was in labor (she had her baby! A boy!) so I'll have to find a way to get it online, although Amazon and iTunes only seem to have last season.
Lots of softball this weekend--FOUR games! Then I'm hanging out with my soccer team Saturday night--birthday celebration, and we're doing karaoke.