Before dawn I tossed and turned, my mind unable to let go of thoughts about the people we admire and maybe even worship. The people who let us down. Because our idols just about always have feet of clay. The reference is Biblical and complicated, but basically refers to a statue's feet made of both . . .
She never stood a chance, little girl lost, daughter of the late Whitney Houston, gone now at only 22 years of age. Bobbi Kristina never stood a chance. Every time something like this happens, I wonder when Hollywood, the entertainment industry, celebrities will wake up to . . .
Have you ever wanted to be famous? Some people are driven to it and will put just about everything on the line to get it. Everything. Sometimes, too much. Sometimes, they're called this: When I see that going on with public figures I'm as fascinated as an anthropologist encountering a strange . . .
This began as a post about film and movies jumping the shark--a term coined years ago to describe the point in the cycle of a TV show where it starts to decline in quality. For example: My dear Shonda Rimes and her team do some fabulous writing on Grey's Anatomy. In the past, the team seemed to . . .
The 2015 Oscars. Where do I begin? Oh wait. First I have to awaken from the coma this year's Oscar telecast put me in. OK, coffee's made and first few sips downed. Who WERE some of these presenters? I loved the days of real Hollywood stars. We all knew their names. And they had easy names. . . .
You may remember my blog post two weeks ago about Bill Cosby, HERE. The story has progressed. More women have come out and charged that he raped them. Well, drugged and raped them. Bill Cosby's machine is in full spin cycle, which means that he is "not dignifying charges with a response." Uh . . .
Watching the CNN series on The Sixties, I wasn't surprised that an entire two-hour episode was devoted to the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I've seen so many programs on this in the 50+ years since. But this time, I watched it through a different cultural lens. One thing that struck . . .
This post has an adult theme. If this offends you, please do not go further. Back in the day, pin-up girl Bettie Page became famous for photos with a BDSM theme. There was no naughtier girl in the early to mid-1950s. It's ironic that such a repressed age would produce . . .
When we've had a time in our lives that was so wonderful, so much fun and during which we were so happy, it's only natural to want to go back there, if only in our mind's eye. But we can't live there. I like to think of it like a fabulous vacation: We're enjoying the sights and sounds of a new . . .
This is scarily true. Who even looks at page two of Google search results? Hardly anyone. We're lazy, basically, and digging takes too much effort. Today, digging means a second click: two is one click too many. Yep, we're that lazy. The same is true of assessing people. Some people have a . . .