The essence of my love of soccer is best summed up in how it is played, of course, but also in how the game is communicated to us on the TV screen.
There are those titans of our music-listening devices, the artists we’ve listened to so many times we’re embarrassed to tell anyone just how many (126 listens to Lauryn Hill’s “I Used to Love Him”? Am I diseased?).
“Pain has no memory,” one half of my favorite coaching team used to say. She was the mother figure on my high school team, and her husband was the disciplinarian. Our home course was Primrose Hill, the top of which provided a view of most of London.
You don’t have to explain or apologize for the fact that you only started watching The Wire in 2011 or Breaking Bad in 2012, or that you have no interest in watching either of those shows, or, for that matter, Downton Abbey, Mad Men or Girls.
The show is full of that tiddlewinky Bravo interlude music that is supposed to indicate an awkwardly funny moment, or just an awkward moment, but what the show is really trying to do is create a very steep arc out of relatively flat situation.
My father, or more specifically this trip with my father, was my first education in the ways of men, or most men I have known. He had his own agenda; I was just invited to share it.
The email doesn’t tell us the whole story, but it tells us a lot about Goldhirsh, about a CEO’s relationship (or lack thereof) with his employees, and how out of touch he appears to be. Not that that’s uncommon for a CEO, but it is surprising to see in a person with the philosophy that Goldhirsh had when he (naively, but admirably) launched GOOD six years ago.
Mad Men may have opened the doors to a new style of on-screen drinking, borrowed from actual drinking habits of the 1960s, but the recession made it ever more acceptable for dramas, particularly workplace dramas, to portray drinking in all the ways that Donald Draper and company do.
Cruise: Just, you know, that I’m a moving target, that I’m the prey of every pedophile that ever walked this earth, that I’m destined for drug addiction at ten and prostitution at 11 and an Oscar at 14.
The Daily Beast snagged interviews with more than 70 past top-12 contestants, and their words tell us more than we probably need to know about how hard it is to be a singer-songwriter in America, much less one that has the advantages of post-American Idol publicity.