October 13, 2010
Rick Springfield, sigh, was my second love. And now he’s written his first memoir, with nary a mention of me. This, I venture gingerly to say, is perhaps not a bad thing. Perhaps, much like a General Hospital subplot, we — the female eighth-graders of the world — collectively faked blindness to be with him? Then again, we don’t read celebrity memoirs for the articles, as it were, and yes, this one includes some very handsome photographs. Plus, as BG blogger Amy notes, “I sorta love him for a VH1 thing I saw, like 10 years ago, where these girls had a little dance they did JUST IN CASE they ever met Rick Springfield and he had them doing on stage with them as adult ladies. Come on, how can a guy like that be all bad?” He can’t. Let’s just put it this way: I wanna tell him I could ghost-write, but the point is prob’ly moot.
Anyway! Giveaway! I’ve got a copy of Late, Late at Night right here, with your name on it, unless your name is Jesse, courtesy of Simon & Schuster. And we’re gonna make this wicked easy for you. It’ll go to the first person who e-mails me with:
1) the best-ever quote from, title of, or sheer existence of a celebrity memoir
2) the best-ever brief anecdote about the death-by-disillusionment of a celebrity crush
3) a photograph of her or himself, preferably from the actual 1980s, that constitutes a homage to Rick Springfield
4) wild card: any other Rick Springfield-related awesomeness.
Beat you to this one, though. Same room: Springfield and Duchovny. BG’s head: explodes.
UPDATE: Reader Deb M., though too late for the contest, responded with an entire series of killer pics of her and Rick. Honorable mention!
June 29, 2010
15 pounds = reason #23058 to adore Christina Hendricks:
“I guess my mom raised me right. She was very celebratory of her body. I never heard her once say, ‘I feel fat.’ Back when I was modeling, the first time I went to Italy I was having cappuccinos every day, and I gained 15 pounds. And I felt gorgeous! I would take my clothes off in front of the mirror and be like, Oh, I look like a woman. And I felt beautiful, and I never tried to lose it, ‘cause I loved it.”
From the July/August issue of Health. Via TheFrisky/HuffPo.
Tags: body image
, Christina Hendricks
, Health Magazine
, Joss Whedon
, role models
, TV crushes
June 23, 2010
Tags: Brian Williams
, Jimmy Fallon
, Mary Beth Williams
, oil spill
, TV crushes
January 13, 2010
“…Rescued My Sex Life.” Here we have an example of a title that will get BG reading. Add the byline Diane Farr — she of superawesome tough-and-sweetness on Rescue Me (also, Numb3rs) — and I’m not looking away.
Farr wrote a nice essay in this month’s Marie Claire (put it onLINE, you guys!) about how utterly harmless, goal-less, going-nowhere-but-still-fizzy flirtation on the set of Californication — including but not limited to getting paid to make out with David Duchovny over and over and over and over … I’m sorry, what was I saying? Oh yeah, so she makes out with DD and exchanges sweet-nothing-at-alls with ScruffyCute Craft Services Kid, and all of a sudden she remembers that there IS sex life after three kids under the age of two.
“The days pressed on, and between makeouts, David and I said the same cute, cuddly lines to one another over and over for various camera angles, further reawakening the girly laughter that had often escaped me pre-babies. I’d go a round with David, then go chat up Work Crush [still wearing Hot Dress from Wardrobe], and after two minutes, I’d feel guilty, call my husband, and flirt with him, too. He didn’t know why I was so full of laughter, nor did he care. ‘You’re funny and sexy, and I really missed that,’ he said. And like that, I was his girl again.”
Nicely played, Ms. Farr. It’s so important — whether you’re taken or single — to live life on the Flirtation Continuum. Not to lead people on; not to go where you shouldn’t. But to allow yourself to connect with (most of) the full spectrum of feelings and connections between people, to remind yourself you still got it, to feel like the world is still full of buzz and sparkle and possibility, for all your relationships.
She should know, though, that Duchovny was, very likely, thinking of me.
, Diane Farr
, making out
, Marie Claire
, Rescue Me
, the Flirtation Continuum
, the spark
, TV crushes
April 27, 2009
Save Chuck! NBC’s uber-charming, geektastic spy comedy Chuck is on the bubble of cancellation! I’m not going to argue that this is objectively the best show on TV, but for me, it’s the show I most look forward to — and I will miss it desperately should tonight’s season finale be a series finale.
First let me speak directly to the Nielsen families that read this blog: Please, for the love of Adam Baldwin, WATCH CHUCK TONIGHT LIVE!
To the rest of you: Zachary-Levi.com details all the ways to save Chuck. Chief among these is buying a $5 footlong at Subway TODAY and proclaiming your love of Chuck to the show’s biggest sponsor via the store suggestion box. This is actually a good deal; I mean, if you sent peanuts to CBS to save Jericho you didn’t get to eat them! Ditto the Mars bars.
I know you’re wondering why I am not OMGing over THE SCENE from last week’s episode — well, Lynn is a few episodes behind and I don’t want to spoil anything. (Only #6 on this list of TV’s top moments from last week? What’s that about??)
March 6, 2008
The truth is … coming soon to a theater near you! From the L.A. Times:
“They flew from Germany and England and Chicago to attend. They lined up at 5 a.m. outside the Moscone Center West in San Francisco fueled by contagious group excitement and caffeine. They sat through the boring ‘Shutter’ panel to make sure they got good seats. One attendee estimates that there were 5,000 people packed into the 4,000 capacity convention hall and that’s not including the spillover that ran down the various hallways.
But God, it was worth it!
Gillian Anderson, David Duchovny and ‘X-Files’ creator Chris Carter were at Wondercon last week…to promote the still-untitled new ‘X-Files’ film scheduled to come out July 25 and it was the first time the trio had appeared together at a convention since ‘X-Files’ first came on the air in 1993. The fans screamed throughout the whole 45 minutes.”
Who can blame them?