A crucial horse race in the fourth episode proved that Milch owned me; his characters and their desires had seeped into my mind and soul without me realizing it, and I found myself near tears before the race was over.
When the Canadian version of The Bachelor hits the air this fall and your hairdresser's cousin's co-worker's son's teacher is on the show, will you be watching? I will. And with my team of real and pretend online friends, we'll have plenty to say.
Ramiro was born without ears, prompting doctors to predict that he would never be able to hear or speak. Thankfully, he's able to do both, as well as sing ... Compared to some of the duds we've been subjected to this week, he could be a Grammy winner.
The Hollywood unions largely formed in the 1930s are actually one of the last thriving representatives of that historic surge of working class power. The danger is that a Googlization of the television industry could mean the end of a living wage industry there as well.
Possibly the most bizarre (and transparently fake) audition so far, "Magic Cyclops" was certainly memorable for trying to be memorable, affecting a terrible British accent while insisting that he was from Davenport, Iowa.
As a psychologist who spends much of my time working with children who don't fit inside neat, binary gender boxes, I applaud Showtime and the writers of House of Lies for bringing a new perspective on children's gender in a compelling and sympathetic way.
We should be thanking Cynthia Nixon for giving us an opportunity to talk about sexual orientation for what is really is, a complex human trait that is not fully understood, and not a simple gay/straight binary but a spectrum of behavior and identities.
The best analogy for the question of choice and sexuality is not race or gender but religion. Among defenders of Cynthia Nixon's "choice" remarks are those who say that, just as Americans choose their religion, why can't we choose our sexual orientation?
We as a society must build on this achievement and take further steps to acknowledge that sexual violence affects men and boys. We must commit ourselves to engaging men in the movement to address, prevent and, one day, end all sexual violence.
To bathe her little girls, Leah has to climb down to the basement trough a trap door, kill spiders that probably eat children, turn on cold tap water that flows downfrom a spout in the ceiling ... and worst of all, the tub is mustard yellow.
Given Tim Kring's track record with "Heroes," I'm dubious of "Touch's" ability to tell disciplined, believable stories, despite Kiefer Sutherland's excellent performance.
I've been trying to do the things that Chelsea does to prepare, so I've been drinking. A lot. Every night, starting around noon. And I thought it would be fun to hang out with Jennifer Aniston, but the fence around Jen's house is super high.
Poor Kasie B ... She's professed her love roughly 19 times to the camera, 136 in her journal and I'm confident she worked in an "I love you" once or twice as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
Whether she was getting up close and personal with handsy bridge and tunnel types, mistaking cops for strippers or downing shots like Snooki, Blair's ditzy drunk routine was utterly hilarious, and played perfectly by Leighton Meester.
If the right wing does use Cynthia Nixon's words as a way to attack our community, I don't think it will be any more vile than what they already do. They try to "cure" us and deny our civil rights no matter what the basis of our true selves.
This week, as I watched some of network television's most popular comedies -- and I recognize that "popular" is judged on a sliding scale here -- I realized that even if I never get to see the Party Down catering company serve cheap wine at another Hollywood bat mitzvah, that show's legacy is as alive as it's ever been.