In the decades following her death, Marilyn Monroe has been exalted as the human embodiment of bygone Hollywood glamour and unmatched sex appeal but recently, she has been given another accolade: the counterweight to our culture’s ever-thinner beauty ideal. The oft-invoked argument centers around the declaration that Monroe was a size 8/10/12/14 and if she were alive today, she would be considered overweight and probably, never would have been a star. (These claims are inherently problematic because women’s apparel sizing has varied considerably over the years, rendering numbers utterly useless as indications of proportion and because such conjectures are speculative and sensational in nature.) Continue reading
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OK I’m not promising that there’s going to be a JO knife fight in this episode but that just has to be the way the Jerell v. Michael drama will be decided, right? I’ll be honest–I barely care. I’m still mourning last week’s elimination. You are too, right? You are if you have a heart. Continue reading
The last two episodes have been almost offensively bad. Who do these producers think they’re toying with? We Project Runway fans are legion. Or something. (Most Project Runway fans don’t even get that reference, do they? Except for us. Because we at Crasstalk are multi-faceted and brilliant and amazing etc etc etc.)
Have you seen the trailer for tonight’s episode? You should if you’re into sexy dudes taking their pants off in the middle of a New York City park (in a flirty and not at all creepy way, of course). I’ll let you fan yourself over that. That little scene alone is better than the past two hours of Project Runway combined. Besides, we deserve a little bit of unbelievably-sexy-dude-in-really-just-the-hottest-pair-of-undies-ever after having to look at this monstrosity that Rami subjected us to. Rami! RAMI! How could you? Did you even look at this thing you created? What did we do to deserve this? Continue reading
I love it when television gives me an excuse to drink and be catty. Come on in! You know you love that too.
It’s time for our weekly ritual of drinking by ourselves and pretending it’s OK because we’re totally, like, talking to people on the Internet about things! (Hahahaha weekly.) Tonight’s episode of Project Runway All Stars will have the inestimable Miss Piggy as a guest judge. Is it gimmicky? Sure. Does that mean it’s going to suck? Not necessarily! Look at how fashionable the U.S.’s greatest pig looks in this Prada gown (though I really think she could do without that hat)!
It’s time once again for everyone’s favorite frivolous awards circle-jerk: The Golden Globes! Ricky Gervais is hosting once again. Because controversy. Or whatever. Morgan Freeman will receive the Cecil B. DeMille award this evening. If you ask me, they’re fifteen to twenty years late with that one. But you didn’t ask me, so give big daddy one second to swallow a couple of numb-numb pills. Okay. Pour yourself a drink, and make it fancy–maybe put it in a real glass instead of a plastic tumbler–because tonight we drink with the stars!
Welcome to tonight’s Project Runway All Stars liveblog! Grab your drink. Settle into that butt-shaped dent in your couch. Sharpen your tongue. Shit is ’bout to get real–real fashiony.
Kanye, who has never been known to be modest, or quiet, or controversy-free, would like you to continue experiencing the performance art he considers his fame, now with an extra dollop of erratic, strangely garbled self-promotion and a heaping spoonful of “Just What Is He Talking About?!” Continue reading
During winters when I was a kid, my Dad insisted we wear real, proper shoes to school. I have no memory what type of shoes these were. Desert boots? Penny loafers, complete with shiny penny? Wee, child-sized Oxfords? No clue. I do vividly remember, however, the footwear I was desperate to wear to school instead. The footwear my father thought too flimsy to keep our feet warm through a New Jersey winter. The footwear I put in my bag and a few blocks from home, changed into, so desperate was I to have them on my feet, always. Sneakers. Continue reading
Bear with me, here. I’m going to need a little bit of sympathy and understanding from you, fellow Crasstalkers, because some of you might hate me for the next few things I’m going to say. Particularly those of you who live in places where it gets cold. I live in sunny Southern California and I freak out and need a jacket when it’s 60 degrees outside. I am a baby when it comes to weather. There are probably babies that are better equipped to deal with it, emotionally. I understand all of these things. I apologize. Continue reading