I hear you, Choire, but I don't know if this is quite the example you're looking for. The Huxtables lived in Brooklyn Heights, then as now not a particularly black neighborhood. The point was that they were distinctively African-American but also just like any other well-off family, down to living among other well-off families without regard to race.
This is indeed an outrage. Maslany is beyond brilliant.
Rosters of the Reconstruction/Reconstruction of the Rosters.
I don't remember where and when I first heard the album, but the Femmes played a concert at my college in 1989 and were the perfect backdrop to my ongoing tormented conversations with the girl I loved who loved another guy. I was so consumed that I didn't notice at the time how on-the-nose it was.
Speaking of giving so much pleasure, the phrase "like Roman on Party Down" alone fills this piece with win.
@Gef the Talking Mongoose: As the Beasties and Nas explained on (tragically) the final Beasties album: "One, two, three--too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs."
Awesome performance, love that song. Agreed, no one should click on Curl's link. I'm sorry I did.
You know who else held commenter auditions? Hitler.
So wrong. Both Chuck and Sue should be allowed to die at their desk, during a live newscast. Or at least depart at a time of their choosing, like Bill Beutel.
Storm of the Century: Good, solid entertainment. Colm Feore FTW (as always).