Hi, everyone! If you live in the northeast, I hope you’re having the kind of day I’m having, which is to say that I hope you’ve spent most of the day in pajama-type clothing and have cooked something delicious and comforting and warm. For me that thing was a root vegetable gratin! Join me after the jump for a look at the magic of how it all happened.
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Here we are, friends. It’s week ten, and there are just three fondant fairies left to duke it out in the ultimate battle of Mad vs. Gay. True, it would have been more appropriate for Angry Montel to make it this far and fight Gaygent Smith for the crown, but Miss Sally will have to do. I realized something about Sally: we never actually gave her a nickname, did we? Is that because we like her? I don’t think that’s really the reason, but it serves our purpose so let’s go with it. Join me after the jump.
Is horror now the safest bet in television? By all accounts, American Horror Story is a hot mess: it’s glaringly derivative; the writing and editing seems to have been done by someone in desperate need of Adderall. The performances tend to fall on the hammy side, yet taken as a whole, the show is irresistibly entertaining. Continue reading
Spotted on A.V. Club. Cannot be unseen. NSFW.
Okay kids. It’s almost time. Honestly, I have no idea what’s happening, by which I mean… is tonight the finale?? I thought it was, but on mylifetime.com (I always cringe a little at their stupid website’s name), it says one episode left. I think tonight is just home visits from Tim and tears. Lots of tears. Anyway, get a drink and meet me after the jump.
Miss Wanda Jackson, The Queen of Rockabilly, turns 74 today. Join me after the jump for a Crasstalk celebration of Wanda, her music, and her legacy.
Carlos is gone, friends. Just like that he was sent packing. I hope he takes some of that Quickfire money and gets a vasectomy because boyfriend cannot afford any more damn kids. It’s really a shame he got sent home last week. Join me after the jump, and I’ll explain why.
Hi, Crassholes. As many of you probably remember, pssh is dealing with a mouse problem. Also you might remember my story about an enormous cockroach that tried to eat my bathroom a couple weekends ago. This got me thinking: everyone has a creepy crawly story to tell, and it’s close to Halloween, so why not have a Creepy Crawly Story Contest?!
Today’s A.V. Club AVQ&A is about unhappy endings, and I’m curious to hear what the Crassholes have to say about this topic. Mainstream American films end happily virtually every time. It’s also a safe bet that the happy ending will involve a heterosexual coupling–we can leave that discussion for Crasstalk’s Gay Day. But let’s expand the discussion to television and literature as well. What are some of your favorite unhappy endings? What unhappy endings don’t work for you or feel as contrived and manipulative as a forced happy ending?
Oh hello. Welcome back to the greatest show on Earth. Or at least the greatest show on Bravo, Wednesdays at 10pm EST. Well, maybe. So we got rid of two sugar dough slores we didn’t like last week. That felt pretty satisfying, didn’t it? You know what wasn’t as satisfying as it seemed like it might be? Gaygent Smith getting in touch with his inner bitch. He reached deep inside himself–deeper even than the other Gaygent Smith has reached inside him–and yet the bitchery that he produced paled in comparison to the scathing acid words that poured from Angry Montel’s lips. Angry Montel is Queen Bitch, and don’t you ever forget it. So, what’s going on this week? Well, take a flying leap, and I’ll tell you.