It's Month 2 of YA Book Club Winter Games, and I bet you thought you were going to see a picture of the book we read up at the top, huh? Well you guessed wrong, and you'll soon see why we chose a picture of Sonic slushies instead. Besides just being delicious, Sonic is an integral part of our January novel There's Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins. Let's get into it, shall we?
Emily: So what happens when you mix Scream with YA Romance with a dash of Sonic slushies? You get this book, There's Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins, a book about high school and cliques and getting the hell out of your crappy small town, and of course, murder. Lots and lots of murder. This novel was advertised as a horror novel for teens, which was a shocker for many YA aficionados because Stephanie Perkins usually writes romance novels, such as Anna and the French Kiss, so this was supposed to be a big departure for her. What did you think of Perkins's first foray into horror fiction?
This week, Riverdale takes on a surprisingly timely topic: the preservation of racist monuments. In Chapter 24: The Wrestler, the annual celebration of Riverdale’s glorified founder prompts Jughead to investigate the town’s history, and his findings shed light on the deeply unsettling truth about the origin of Riverdale.
If a careful consideration of historical whitewashing seems too weighty a topic for Riverdale to focus an entire episode on, don’t worry — with tiny wrestling outfits, a lot of sweat, and a deeply sexual physical confrontation between Archie and Hiram Lodge, this chapter certainly earns its title. Plus, we find out more about Chic’s mysterious occupation! Spoiler alert: it’s pretty much what you thought it would be.
So, without further ado, Kelli and Mary present this week’s edition of the BSG Riverdale Recap!
All ANTM fans know that the makeover – ahem, excuse me – Ty-over episode is one of the best of every cycle. 95% of the time, the model looks so much better after. Occasionally, there’s a really bad one (remember the beard weave?). But there’s always drama and always, always crying.
HELLO RIVERDALE FANS AND HOSTAGES! Have you missed our favorite trash teens over this long winter hiatus? Us too! We missed them so much that Mary completely forgot about last week’s episode and just caught up today. That’s right — if you thought Season 2 of everyone’s favorite CW garbage fire ended with the Christmas special, you were mistaken, because we’re only halfway through. (We’re not crying. You’re crying.)
So, what happens when you put a Serpent in a Riverdale uniform? How badly was Nick St. Clair really injured in that car accident a few episodes back? And what ever happened to that bastard child Alice Cooper put up for adoption? Find the answers to these questions and more in this: our first Riverdale Recap of 2018.
Everyone knows the second episode of any ANTM is where things really get started. We’ve got the core group of models ready to go and the challenges can begin. We also get to see the intro for the first time. And I’ve gotta say, I really like this cycle’s intro. The cheesy song is gone, the new music is cool, and it has a super modern feel that showcases the models’ personalities through several poses. There’s just a little hint of that classic na na na na na na (you know the tune if you’ve ever watched a season) at the end to remind us that Tyra is back and this is classic ANTM, minus the stupid “Wanna be on top?” stuff.
We get started in the model house, which has the coolest effing balcony overlooking Los Angeles. The girls are chatting about their photos from the first episode, and it becomes clear that people are kind of annoyed with Maggie’s “white homegirl” stuff. Get ready. This is a theme of the episode. The other models can tell she’s putting on a personality that changes pretty often, and they’re not very into it. Coura says, “I don’t know if she’s just trying to relate to whatever culture she’s around, but that doesn’t relate to me.” Same.
It's January again, which means it's time to reimagine our lives and expect more from ourselves.
For me, that means considering tidying up my apartment. For real this time. And while I made this resolution on January 1st, it's taken me half the month to move on from thinking about it to developing a plan of attack. Maybe my next move, after fifteen more days of planning my strategy, will be to actually start tidying up. But we'll see. According to Marie Kondo's manga version of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, aptly titled The Life Changing Manga of Tidying Up, I'm right on schedule. So if you're thinking two weeks into the new year is a great time for you to drop your New Years resolutions, think again, because it's time to get into the Konmari method, manga style.
It goes without saying that New York has a lot of bookstores. Living here, I stumble across bookstores I’ve never seen before on a regular basis — and in an age where many people seem convinced that print has gone out of style, that’s a pretty magical feeling.
For the past few months, we’ve been featuring different bookstores in the spirit of encouraging people to shop local. Even with such a vast array of options where I live, I immediately knew what my first pick would be. Greenlight Bookstore has been one of my favorites since I moved here; it’s one of those places I simply can’t walk past without taking a look inside, no matter how recently I’ve been. Maybe it’s the enticement of the books on display in the windows, the quaint green awning over the entrance, or the glow of the hanging circular lights inside, but this place lures me in like it’s the flame and I’m the out-of-control moth who has absolutely no business spending any more of her money on books.
Although Greenlight now has two locations in Brooklyn, for this post I’m going to focus on the original Fort Greene store, which opened in 2007 and has, over the course of a decade, become a staple of its community.
Finally. Ty Ty is back in our lives. (But she called herself Ty Ty early in this episode, which makes me never want to call her that again.)
So Queen Tyra is back at the helm of the show she calls “her baby,” America’s Next Top Model. Tyra is clearly still the centerpiece of this jam. The first episode of Cycle 24 (holy shit, are there really that many?) begins with Tyra reclaiming her throne and reminding us all how ANTM has redefined beauty and celebrates all types of bodies and skin colors. That’s kind of a big statement, but sure, let’s go with it. I just want to get to the photoshoots.
Before knowing how this whole show would shake out, I decided I wanted to write a blog post about the 2018 Golden Globes...
There are general assumptions I make about this first major ceremony of the awards season. Mainly, that most celebs will be super drunk by the end of it. Also, the winners are usually a bit less predictable than the awards shows that follow because, first of all, it's the first show of the season so we're not sure how movies are going to trend just yet, and secondly, it's the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, and they're just a little more edgy than the Academy, which from what I can tell is still just a bunch of boring old white people.
But here's something I should have expected for this particular show. I would have prepared myself for it had I been paying more attention. Clearly I'm an irresponsible amateur blogger, however, so I wasn't fully prepared for how hardcore everyone was going to be about trying to out-feminist one another last night. I haven't been living under a rock, so I did know that everyone was going to be wearing all black to protest all of the terrible dudes in Hollywood. I also knew that #MeToo was a thing. So give me some credit here.
Nonetheless, last night, overall, was just super weird. Most of it felt disingenuous, or if you're a Bachelor fan, disingenuine (no, that will never get old for me). But I don't want to sit here and point fingers at what celebs were true feminists and which were just wannabe poseurs. What I do want to do is give out some awards of my own for the best/worst/weirdest shit that went down last night. So here it goes.
In January of 1994, figure skater Nancy Kerrigan was infamously attacked and injured following a practice session at the U.S. Figure Skating Championship. It was later revealed that the attacker, a man named Shane Stant, was hired by co-conspirators of Kerrigan’s main team competitor, Tonya Harding, with the intent to break Kerrigan’s leg so that she would not be able to compete at that year’s Winter Olympics.
I was three years old in 1994. Growing up, I only knew about the incident in the vaguest of terms, my understanding being that at some point in the early 1990s, one female figure skater attacked another in an attempt to ruin her career. I didn’t know anything about these women, only that one of them was good, and one of them was bad. This is the version of Tonya Harding that history paints: she was a crude, aggressive, and ultimately vindictive woman who did unspeakable things to get ahead. She was the closest thing competitive figure skating had to a villain.
When I was home for the holidays last month, my mom and I saw a trailer for I, Tonya, Craig Gillespie’s biopic chronicling Tonya Harding’s life. “I don’t know why anyone would want to watch a movie about that,” my mom said. “I was watching when that happened. The sound of Nancy Kerrigan crying — it was so horrible. I can still hear it.”
Here’s the thing: I, Tonya isn’t about “that.” It’s not about the attack on Nancy Kerrigan, an event which solidified Harding’s reputation as the bad girl of figure skating and ultimately ended her career. No — this film is a biopic in the most traditional sense, no matter how untraditional its methods may be. This is a film about Tonya Harding.
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