Brain Rot

I love TV. More than is probably healthy.

We’ll Talk About My Raging Case of Feminism Later.

Spoiler Alert: I’m going to talk about things that happened on Season 4 Episode 2 (or are they calling it 3?) of Downton Abbey. Don’t read any further if you haven’t seen it and don’t want to know what happens/be outraged. You guys. You guys. I don’t remember kicking Julian Fellowes in the balls, but I must have, because it’s like he hates… Read more →

So, I’ve Been Thinking About The Shortcomings Of American Idol, And I Have Some Thoughts.

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{Bo Bice asked to take a picture with me. What do you think about that?} So, this is really kind of awkward. I mean, when you get invited by AT&T to experience in person an awesome musical spectacular that fourteen million people across America are watching from their couches, you kind of feel like the only thing to say is… Read more →

F-U Right In Your A, Downton Abbey

There are going to be season three spoilers in this wild rant about what Julian Fellowes and his sadistic creative team have put us through, so don’t read any further if you haven’t watched last night’s Downton Abbey US season three finale {aka the UK’s most recent Christmas Special…bastards}. Seriously…there are going to be spoilers. Are they gone? Okay good.… Read more →

Houndton Tabby [Or, Getting Swept Up In A Cultural Phenomenon]

Yep, that’s Matthew Crawley as an Australian Shepherd. Spot on, right? He’s a TOTAL Australian Shepherd. I think it’s both the puppy dog eyes AND the soft jawline. And Lady Mary makes a lovely Borzoi, don’t you think? Ahhhh, this is inspired. The Dowager Countess Sphinx Cat. {Kim Parkhurst’s “Houndton Tabby” collection via Toadbriar} So far, my best decision of… Read more →