Downton Abbey is like crack for women. I’m nto entirely sure why, except for the fact that it’s a historical soap opera. Going back to the work of Jane Austen (which wasn’t historical at the time, grant you) those have always been popular with women, so I assume any historical piece would work.
I’m still holding out for the Biblical time period romance, but the HBO series Rome may be the closest we get to that.
I actually see this go on a lot among college students. Female students complain their boyfriends are only interested in playing video games when they come over. Some might see that as a choice, but I think far more often they’re simply oblivious. That’s fine as long as they’re happy being oblivious.
Of course, there’s nothing really funny about someone’s life spiraling out of control simply because of one day, but it is funny how much pressure we put on a single day. I’ve known people who would be depressed for a week about Valentine’s Day seeing it as some huge symbol of their failure in life up until that point, and those people were usually nine.
It’s just one day. It carries no more real significance than any other.
If you watch too many sitcoms you’d start to think this was a persistent problem in dating. Maybe it is in some places. I think if you feel the need to discuss it as a problem too often, maybe you need to change your approach to dating.
At this point, I’m not even sure people care who gets the Republican nomination for President. I think a large majority of people are just being entertained by the best series on television this year. You have plot twists with Herman Cain, and emotional breakdowns with Rick Perry. You have the straight man in Mitt Romney, and the crazy uncle in Newt Gingrich. Or maybe that’s Ron Paul?
Regardless of plot developments, I think both Democrats and Republicans are so entertained they hate to see all this end.
Some child waking Christmas morning to find Santa dead from head trauma might just be the most horrible moment for the rest of their lives. Remember that scene in Gremlins where Phoebe Cates describes finding Santa dead in her chimney? It scarred an entire generation just hearing that story. For shame, Super Mario.
This is a pretty disgusting joke, but that’s okay. We only do truly disgusting jokes rarely.
Meanwhile, it isn’t the first snow but the first substantial one here for the season. People seem to go crazy about snow. Either they run to the store to stock up like it’s the apocalypse, or they enter some sort of bizarre trance-like state of pure euphoria about the coming cold.
People behave crazily on the highway. I’m sure this comes as no shock to most people, but driving over the holidays can prove to be a rude awakening to those who have forgotten. I understand nobody wants to be stuck behind someone in the left lane that is riding their brake, but some people seem to be confused and believe they’re in a real-life game of Mario Kart. I keep expecting someone to throw turtle shells from their car window.
People are always real defensive over horror films until they start seriously talking about them. Then suddenly, with the reality of the countless sequels in their face, they cave. The truth is, as Scream put it, most horror sequels suck. This is no revelation to most of you, yet somehow the countless sequels still prove profitable.
I actually have little idea where the giant, gelatinous log of cranberry sauce comes from each year. Yet, every Thanksgiving there it is. One of life’s grand mysteries.
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