Because watching Christmas movies is as legitimate a Christmas activity as midnight mass, here—besides the most obvious (Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th, blah, blah), are the 12 that are perhaps as vital to the Christmas season as Christ’s birth itself.
Last month, New Jersey State Senate President Stephen Sweeney [D] and Republican Michael Dougherty had one of those ideas that should have been of the fleeting variety that comes into one’s mind and leaves it almost the exact same moment when that mind realizes it’s actually incredibly stupid—the kind that evaporates so quickly, it doesn’t even get spoken.
When Adele realized at the Grammys that she couldn’t quite inhale properly enough to belt out a performance of her mega hit “Rolling in the Deep” with four pairs of Spanx on, she took two of them off.
This little tale has elicited quite the response since she told it to Matt Lauer a few weeks ago. (My reaction was something along the lines of, Wait, more than one pair at a time? She is obviously a genius.)
Tickets go on sale today for an August 5th concert at the Mann, with New Edition, Salt-N-Pepa and El Debarge. This is mind-blowing for a number of reasons, one of which is definitely not considering how long ago it was that a friend and I were known to give our very famous and spot-on performances of “Shoop.” It got us talking about '80s fashion around here—I, for one, can attest to owning a thick stack of neon t-shirt clips (tying a knot is for amateurs) and sporting a pair of jellies with pretty much any and every ensemble. But perhaps nowhere are there better examples of stellar '80s fashion than in music videos from that time, and here, we think, are some of the best. (Sorry for sticking some of these in your head.)
When I was in college, my friend Sarah and I took nearly every class for our English major together, and sometimes, this meant having to amuse ourselves with more than the iced mochas we fetched at the expense of being late for our 2:15. Somewhere along the way, a series of lists began to form, and among the running ones that have survived into our adulthood is the list that contains the names of people—known people; not, like, our dads—who we would basically trust with our lives. People who have something about them—their demeanor, their values, their accomplishments, their vibe, morals, aura, whatever—that would make you trust their judgment.
My number one was then, and still is, posthumously, Peter Jennings. (This particular topic was probably born around the time of 9/11, when it felt like I was devoted to him, and he to me, approximately 23 hours a day.) I just felt like he was smart, and he couldn’t be shaken, and was fair, and was a most reliable filter through which so much of the world seeped into my 20-year-old brain.
Say what you will about this “Hallmark” holiday, and all of the pink and red crap/lovely things that come along with it, here's our roundup of the best, most romantic, aww-inducing words of love to ever grace the silver screen. Happy Valentine’s Day, Philly!
#8 Annie Hall
Bet you didn't think Woody Allen would end up on this list, didja? But here he is, at his most neurotic, charming best.
“Groupon is my dentist.” This is what Wharton marketing professor Jonah Berger once overheard a woman say. She doesn’t have a regular dentist; she just notes whenever one offers a sale on Groupon—the discount site that sends sale notices for select items and services to about 142.9 million inboxes daily—and goes there. Sound extreme? Perhaps. But according to Berger, it’s an example of how the compulsion to save is changing all the old retail rules. With the plethora of discount sites hawking deals on everything from shoes to, well, teeth cleaning, we wondered: Is customer loyalty—and paying full price—a thing of the past?
I’ve always been afraid of Black Friday. I get a little skittish around big sales in general. It’s not that I don’t relish deals—I practically have an entire drawer populated with Gap three-for-two camis—I just don’t like the crowds big sales attract. Or the heat the crowds create. Or the jabbing in rib cages it takes to find your size. And Black Friday, well, that is rather a Big Sale Perfect Storm filled with people who have lost their minds.
When it comes to Facebook, there are many opportunities to scroll back through your profile and feel regret. I think we could fill no less than 17 more posts detailing these various regrets, ranging from things like egregious spelling errors and drunkenly posted comments (and maybe even inappropriate friend requests) to very unfortunate photographs that kept you from getting that new job and some inane wall posting from your mother who still doesn’t understand, after hours of tutorials, that unlike email, everyone can see it.
There is one particular thing, though, that after a few years on the FB, I have come to really resent: the ruination of my wardrobe via hundreds of tagged photos.