Alison Steedman is the editor at Dating & Hookup. She lives in Los Angeles with her boyfriend and their histrionic cat, Charles Dickens, where she still carries on a nostalgic and long-distance love affair with her 20's in Brooklyn, NY. You can follow her on Twitter and Instagram @yosteedman, and you can also send her your writing at [email protected], both of which make her very happy.
Songs that mend a broken heart, narrate a road trip, give you a hug, rock out.
Their first full-length is out April 10th.
Maybe you’re like me and have seen the ads for The Client List, Lifetime’s new drama that airs Sunday night, April 8th.
Maybe, also, you’re like me and whenever you see a picture of Jennifer Love Hewitt you throw up a wee bit.
What is it about Jennifer Love Hewitt? I’d say she’s bland, except that blandness is exactly the kind of blandness that provokes reaction. She’s like the Julia Roberts of cable dramas. Jennifer Love Hewitt stars as Jennifer Love Hewitt. Julia Roberts stars as Julia Roberts, a career on red hair, vulnerable pep, a indelible, zou bisou bisou smile. Except I like Julia Roberts.
You’re so interested in my reactions to celebrity persona, aren’t you? I think I should make this article about me.
Except, aren’t all reactions to celebrities — or maybe even REAL people — about us, ultimately? Solipsism hurts.
At least, this article is about us. Because The Client List is something new for Lifetime, a network that has built an audience on women in jeopardy / ken doll dramas. In it, J-Love plays a single mother fighting off the foreclosure of her home with sex work. Shots of cleavage, mad innuendo, that’s it. But, it’s shots of cleavage nonetheless. Middle America, it seems, wants some Hot Sex Prospect in their TV.
And indeed, J-Love is the perfect star for The Client List. Earlier I said she’s bland, but she’s more than that. She’s sexy too, but in a way that is somehow blameless. Her sexiness is like a beauty pageant, a bathing suit competition veiled in propriety.
I discover in this moment the reason I respond with annoyance to J-Love. ‘Cause own it, grrrl. Ladies have lady parts. They want to use them. Don’t pretend like you need permission.
Though, if the Lifetime viewing audience is going to embrace their sexual desires, it is going to be like this. J-Love is a family oriented women who indulges her fantasies, but then…only because she must.
This is not The National Enquirer or anything, but this post is exactly what that headline says.
Sort of sweet. Sort of bizarre.
Side note: I guess being retired means you have the time to sit around with geese in the park all day. What a life. Hard to imagine.
Moments in movies that make me hysterically freak out: When Thomas J. gets stung by the bees and Vada runs that akimbo, knobby-knee run down to the lake and the willow tree sobbing. I think I came-of-age with, and in a way through, Vada Sultenfuss.
The golf course near the house I grew up in had a big weeping willow by the 18th hole, but unfortunately playing on the golf course was strictly verboten for kids. “You could get hit in the head with a ball! It would kill you!” Also, cranky old golfers didn’t want us on their golf course. And okay, fair, we would have been in the way and a golf ball in the head wouldn’t have been good. Still, I wanted nothing more as an 11 year-old to sit under that weeping tree and contemplate the mysteries of humanity, love and adulthood, all thanks to My Girl.
But in today’s social media world, it’s a whole new level. I mean, think about what “social media” means. It’s a world where we ourselves become, in a way, our own little movies. What are social media profiles, Facebook’s new Timeline especially, if not cultivated multimedia expressions of our own stories?
Technology and media are soft. They are human. They are, at this point, the central conduit of emotional experience. Gah, Google Glass. Watch this video. Hell, all of Google’s ads.
The future is here, Mr. Bradbury, you guys.
I’m Southern, sort of…if by “Southern” you consider eight years in NYC and now LA, during which I revisited The South basically from a critical and culinary distance only, “Southern.” More appropriately: “My parents still live in The South and I grew up in the Carolinas.”
My relationship with The South could best be described as questioning but fascinated. I could go into the sometimes bumbling attempts to embrace Southern-ness in my love life too, but that’s another story for another (drunk) day.
That said, there is this amazing column happening on McSweeneys.net by an Ole Miss Freshman, Mary Marge Locker, as she details rushing and pledging a sorority there. I really love it.
We may live in a post-dating world, but some things (Mississippi) never change. According to Mary Marge, every guy at Ole Miss is considered a “future husband.” Funny, I actually think that the only real date I ever went on was with a southern dude living in New York. Truth. Figures.
Disclaimer: Last night I stayed up and read The Hunger Games in one sitting. I cried twice. Once, I sniffled so loudly my boyfriend woke up…to laugh at me.
Just in case you wanted to know how vulnerable I am.
I guess I’m on The Hunger Games bandwagon. That said, I won’t be having a Hunger Games themed wedding any time soon. However, this wedding is kind of gorgeous, objectively.
All photos by Carmen Santorelli. And the entire wedding gallery can be found here for your clicking enjoyment.
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CHECK YOUR PRIVACY SETTINGS, YOUNG LADY.
Sorry, my mom just took over my body there for a quick sec and wanted to tell you something.
Anyway, meet the app Girls Around Me and learn all about what it does!
So, what are you up to this weekend, Bob…?
According to a comprehensive new study by Boston Consulting Group, not only is the Internet the world’s 5th largest economy in terms of GDP (behind the U.S., China, India, and Japan, and ahead of Germany), but its perceived value is incredibly high. Asked what they would have to be paid to live without internet access, residents of the 20 most developed markets in the world averaged $1215. Additionally, rather than give up the Internet for a year, 73% would abstain from alcohol, 69% from coffee…and 21% from sex.
21% would abstain from sex? I guess the internet could fill that void… <<Implications freak me out.>> You guys, there is a point when it goes too far, and it’s time to leave your house.
Here’s the infographic.
Otters got some powerful, soothing cuteness, Sister.
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