I finally figured out my vicious TV-show circle, prompted, as I often am, by House, M. D.. However, this wasn’t prompted in my usual there-was-a-theme-or-storytelling-choice-on-House-that-made-me-think-of-themes-or-storytelling-choices-in-general way. Instead, I realized: I don’t want to watch this show any more. And then I wondered why.
After I noticed my sister reading it (thanks, Deb), I picked up The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement, by Jean M. Twenge and W. Keith Campbell, two psychologists. While I thought the authors had many intriguing points, and of course it was worth the read to get…
So a comment on last week’s blog entry (thanks, Diana) got me thinking, although maybe not in the way its author intended (sorry, Diana). She asked, via my Facebook feed of this blog, “…have you watched 30 Rock at all? I’d be interested on your take of the female characterization…
… and everybody who’s anybody is in love with her. (No, I’m not talking about Smurfette*.)
Ga ga ooh la la… Okay, so without condemning or praising this development, and acknowledging that I’m judging based only on the first couple episodes of the season, one of my favourite shows has suddenly shifted emphasis from mystery to romance. This seems to have split fans down the middle.…
I don’t know why I’m beginning this new entry now (Monday morning), when I’m not really sure where I’m going to take it, when House, M. D. starts up again tonight* and will probably inspire me to a variety of rants and/or analyses. Then again, I’m winging this one with…
(See? See what I did there?) I’m blogging today about three works that made me think a bit more about how expectations and knowledge can affect the way I experience stories. Yeah, you’ve been warned.
Did I already give a blog entry this title? I could swear I did. I could probably go through the archives and check, but that would be Letting the Terrorists Win. (Also, for those of you picking this up on Facebook, I’d just like to maintain that I really do…
I totally had to look up “Pharisees” on Wikipedia to make sure it actually meant what I wanted it to. It may wind up coming across way harsher than I wanted when I get into the actual topic of this blog, but, hey, that’s the price we pay for alliteration.…