Saturday, July 30, 2011

Will You Go Out With Me?

One girl’s list of the hottest Hollywood boyfriends

Gold medal winner … Jordan Catalano – My So-Called Life
Boyfriend of:  Angela Chase, and had a brief dalliance with Rayanne Graff.  Related, while I understand that Angela was exhibiting rebellion by ditching Krakow and Sharon for Rayanne, couldn’t she have found someone in between the cheerleader and the mentally unstable, purple-haired school alcoholic? Maybe a girl with a nose ring who listened to Nine Inch Nails but didn’t sleep with her boyfriend or overdose in the tenth grade?
Profile:  Popular with classic bad-boy appeal, Jordan had dreamy eyes, a guitar, and a first-grade reading level.  He wooed Angela with his band “The Frozen Embryos” and such illustrious observations as “ya know, like, school just sucks.”  But who needs to be able to spell “cat” with a head of hair like that?  Any girl of the ‘90s would trade their soul for but a mere swatch of his shearling jacket.  I took every chance I could get to soak up his brooding good looks when I was with a babysitter who I convinced that it was okay, yes, my mom definitely let me watch MTV all the time.
Key scene:  After being inspired by a Shakespearean sonnet in English class, Jordan ditched his coterie of cool guys in the hall, asked Angela “can we go somewhere?” and held her hand in front of the whole sophomore and junior classes.  Swoon!





Silver goes to … Aidan Shaw – Sex & the City
Boyfriend of:  Carrie Bradshaw, until she fessed up to an affair moments before Charlotte’s wedding, and then again until she dumped him at the Columbus Circle fountain.  For the four of you out there who saw Sex & the City 2, you’ll remember that in between the cultural stereotyping and label whoring, Carrie bumped into Aidan again, until she realized she truly did prefer Mr. Big and the suit he’d been wearing since 1998. 
Profile: A masculine but warm furniture designer, he clearly hustled a lot of armchairs and end-tables to buy the apartment next to Carrie’s and keep a truck in Manhattan.  In their first go-round, he sported long hair, turquoise jewelry, and a generous gut.  He committed so-called “tender” acts, like drawing a bath for Carrie on one of their first dates, and then diving in with her.  I prefer to classify such an event as “revolting”.  For their second attempt at love, he cut his hair and his beer belly but still retained his romantic inclinations.  His patience knew no boundaries.  He let her hate on his dog Pete, hang out with Mr. Big post-affair, and say things like “I like my money right where I can see it, hanging in my closet”, all without ever punching her, not even once!  He probably feigned his agony when they broke up as he was likely relived to be finally free from her puns about shoes and purses.  I wonder if there was a deleted scene in which he pulled away from her apartment and screamed, “by the way, you look insane in that outfit!”
Key scene:  After an awkward reunion at Tortilla Flats (which is never an awkward place because they dump a hearty dose of hallucinogens in their margarita pitchers.  I would know – I’ve hula hooped, played trivia and bingo, and facilitated the sale of a college sweatshirt for $250 at this fine establishment), Carrie begged Aidan to reconcile.  He initially rebuffed her, only to later throw pebbles at her window in this dreamy sequence.  (Skip to the 6:18 mark for the good stuff.)





Taking home the bronze … Daniel Cleaver – Bridget Jones’ Diary and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason
Boyfriend of:  Bridget Jones, the “American stick insect” with whom he cheated on our dear Bridge, a Thai prostitute, and Mark Darcy’s wife.
Profile:  An effortlessly handsome and floppy-haired cad, Daniel scooped up Bridget while he served as her boss at a publishing company.  He first charmed Bridget with a smirk as she bumbled her introduction of Fitzherbert’s “Kafka’s Motorbike” and afterwards, kept her wine glass full all the way back to her apartment.  He dragged her and her silly-little-black-skirt around London and then Thailand with his philandering ways.  Although morally bankrupt and bereft of any redeeming qualities save for his ability to run his hands through his hair, he was … ahh, screw it, he was a jerk but he was hot!  Apologies to the Mahk Dah-cy fans, but Daniel Cleav-ah mops the floor with Mark’s reindeer jumper in this series.  (Personal note:  discuss this preference with therapist at next appointment, as mirrors actual self-destructive choices in relationships.)  
Key scene:  Daniel takes Bridget on holiday to the countryside, and the two hop in a rowboat.  They encounter dweeby little Darcy and his colleague, and my man mocks their wholesome good time.  A bloke has never looked better than Daniel in his aviators with a cigg hanging out of mouth.  This, of course, all before Bridget returns to London before Daniel and discovers Lara-from-the-New-York office in his apartment.  So, really, he didn’t actually do anything great but he did look great while doing it.  (I really need to bump up that appointment).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKtTpevD_hs&feature=related





Honorable mentions for …
Jake Ryan – 16 Candles




Steve They-Never-Used-His-Last-Name – Full House


Dylan McKay – 90210

Seth Cohen – The OC

Sam – Clarissa Explains it All

Josh Lucas – Clueless

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Random Inspirational Quote

"Love, like a beautiful song, echoes on in the heart when the last note is silent."

Almost Friday ... party like a hockey star

Breakdown of the bill at the Bruins' post-Stanley Cup celebration at Foxwoods Casino. 

All this damage was done in only 4 hours! Next time I hit up Foxwoods I will have to keep in mind that after 30 bottles of regularly-priced champagne and 1 $100k bottle of champagne, you get a free one! That's practically giving the stuff away.  I'm also curious as to who ordered the 1 glass of Cognac. 

Have a great weekend and make like the Bruins in following up all your cocktails with a bottle of Fiji water. Keeps the skin dewey like Tim Thomas' and the hangovers at bay.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Random Video Clip - Christmas in July

John Malkovich reads "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" to SNL staff children (click me!)

"If any of you guys are in the mood for a treat, here's a bowl of Hall's Mentholyptus drops. No? Suit yourselves.  Can I say, when I was a child, we used to suck on pennies, you know, and it was a delight."

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The First Robyn of Spring

For us insular American girls born between 1975 and 1990, we likely know Robyn primarily as the voice of such late-90s pop delights as "Show Me Love" and "Do You Know (What It Takes)?".  (Were any of you lucky enough to catch her at the Kiss 108 Jingle Ball in 1998 at the Tsongas Center? If so, perhaps you could provide some guest commentary in regards to her performance, as I was not permitted to attend ... thanks MOM!)  And then, we foolhardily assumed that Robyn just popped back on the scene last summer with her smash "Dancing On My Own".  But while we were busy clamoring for freedom fries, she had been extending her prowess beyond these limited tunes.  She's maintained popularity in Europe, well before and after her initial success in the United States.  All while sporting an intentionally misspelled name and avoiding a white-trash vibe!

Born in Stockholm in 1979, Robyn wrote her first song at age eleven about her parents' divorce, and soon performed her own music on a Swedish television show when she was only twelve years old.  She later recorded her first album with a label at age sixteen.  Throughout conflicts with management and labels, she still turned out hits and in the words of Rolling Stone, "eschewed a career as the Scandinavian Jessica Simpson on her way to becoming Sweden's Gwen Stefani".  (Not that there's anything wrong with my girl J. Simp. - her patent leather round-toe pumps and 4 inch espadrilles are tah-die-foah.)  Robyn's been making her mark on international pop culture in recent years, releasing 5 albums with major record labels since 1995, performing on Madonna's "Sticky & Sweet" tour, singing backup vocals for Brit-Brit on "Piece of Me" in 2007, and appearing on Gossip Girl.  She's not without integrity though; she pulled out of a gig opening for the Backstreet Boys on tour in 1997.  At least one report says Robyn found it "frustrating for me to be a teen star", while others say that she took medical leave for exhaustion.  I like to think that the first lady of electro-pop couldn't listen to one more rendition of "Quit Playin' Games With My Heart" so she stormed out, calling them all sissies and yelling at Nick Carter for stealing her special John Frieda Sheer Blonde shampoo.

Wouldn't you find these fellas both frustrating and exhausting?

My favorite song from Robyn is "Who's That Girl?"  The lyrics are just perfect - "good girls are happy and satisfied, I won't stop asking until I die, no, I just can't deal with the rules."  It's a classic feel-good female empowerment tune with a little twist.  Robyn asks us ladies to challenge the rules of beauty, to question the gender roles in a relationship, and to never settle.  All while making us dance!

"Who's That Girl?"

Should you ever find yourself on the bad end of a breakup and overcome with the desire to wallow in self-pity, "With Every Heartbeat" is a good soundtrack for your misery.  Not that I've ever been dumped, but one of my friends was once, and I found this song for her and played it for her ... on repeat ... for three days.  Robyn, thanks for helping out my friend

"With Every Heartbeat"

Now pry that pint of Ben & Jerry's outta your hand and hit "replay" on "Who's That Girl?"!

Monday, July 11, 2011

100 visitors!


Wow 100 visitors already ... I'm certain that 89 of these were my mother clicking refresh (although, perhaps not, as I'm relatively sure she does not know what a refresh button is), so I thank the 11 of you who have visited.






Now that you are looking at the above photo and salivating over fantasies of boxed cake mix and store-bought frosting (reminds me of a bout of post-college unemployment in the summer of 2006, during which I spent the majority of my days with a spoon, a jar of Betty Crocker whipped vanilla frosting, and YouTube videos of dancing cats on stolen Wi-Fi) here are some more refined-sugar delights.  Courtesy of Google image search and the Cake Wrecks blog.


So do I graduate, so do I. 


I hope that the mother at least got one of the flowers. 


Poor L-A, forced to trudge through her 6th birthday with nary a single sprinkle on her cake. 


The sheet cake for my high school graduation party read, un-ironically, "congradulations".  I should've taken it as a sign of my impending error-ridden collegiate career.