If you're like most Americans, you know that Nelson Mandela spent 27 years in prison and emerged without hatred to spearhead a peaceful transfer of power in South Africa. But you probably know nothing about the 1995 Rugby World Cup match.
With all the poppin' Molly references, sippin' syrup advocacy, swimming in pools of alcohol advertising, and chronic weed abuse promotion that hip hop has become the modern day vehicle for, it's refreshing to see health addressed positively from icons of Jay Z and Beyonce's status.
Well, I just finished watching The Sound of Music: Live. I'm on the West Coast, and in summation: The hills are certainly still alive. (Unfortunately, in one respect there is way too much "wood.") Sit back, please. This is not brief.
Historically, gay men have engaged in intergenerational relationships -- among consenting adults -- probably more than straight people have. One reason is that we've had to find each other and teach each other about ourselves, and often that's been about older people teaching younger people.
I'm looking forward to April's wedding, and I'm very concerned about Christina and Meredith: They're recruited as April's "people"; hopefully they remember they were each other's person before mid-season break. The tension is too much for me!
This week's playlist includes music by Elliott Carter, Big Mama Thornton, Maria Callas, Joan Armatrading, and more.
After the last two episodes of American Horror Story: Coven nearly lulled me into a coma (except for the always-stellar work of the veteran cast), finally, finally, everything is starting to make sense.
Actress and singer America Olivo (NBC's upcoming Chicago PD, Degrassi: The Next Generation, Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark) certainly knows about that, being a multi-racial mix of Chilean, Basque, Spanish, Italian, Irish and Belgian.
"I'm Tired of Pretending" centralized around a nexus of daddy issues. As Maddie becomes caught up in the implausibly juvenile interactions of Deacon and Teddy, Rayna and Tandy struggle with their respective torment over Lamar's imprisonment.
Through his biography, and now thanks to his boundless self-regard and lack of filter, West is an apt poster child for Generation: Me,
There's a new drug on the streets of -- wait, what city is this show in? I know the show is filmed in Vancouver but Vancouver-as-what? Does anyone even know?
It was a big weekend with the Thanksgiving holiday and for the first time I can recall, many of us also celebrated Hanukkah. I love this time of year filled with tradition, gathering together and sharing.
"Helping others and giving back have been incredibly important to us throughout our career," says Papa Roach's Jacoby Shaddix, "so when Make-A-Wish came to us and told us about Mark Guerra we were thrilled to be involved."
The tweets have ended. The message boards and chat rooms have closed down. The water coolers are less crowded. And now I'm free to step back, examine and comment on the utter marvel of television art that was Breaking Bad.
If you're in New York, you owe it to yourself to see the sexiest, most mind-blowing night of singing and sin you'll ever experience.
I went into Reaching For the Moon as blind as could be, having never heard of Elizabeth Bishop, her poetry, Lota de Macedo Soares, or the creation of Flamengo Park, and I left totally curious and enthralled by all of it.
However no member of Mott the Hoople embraced the joy, pageantry, and excess of the band and the era than bassist Peter Overend Watts.
Yes, Elf has its moments, including almost every scene with Will Ferrell, but it experiences so many missteps that unless you squint real hard, this is one holiday film that doesn't quite deliver.
If Katniss has to "choose" Peeta or Gale, she will have to give up doing gender in this splendid, and, dare I say, feminist and queer way in order to "fit" into her and her "girlfriend's" or "boyfriend's" relationship. Now imagine a world in which Katniss wouldn't have to choose.
I expect to enjoy the telecast because the cast album is not only promising, it's frequently stunning, thanks to Ms. Underwood's vocal grace and mezzo timbre -- the role was composed for a mezzo -- and superior support from Audra McDonald as the Mother Abbess.
I knew better than to expect P.L. Travers to write something sweet in my copy of Mary Poppins, but I didn't think it would be quite so medicinal.
As much as I love those time-honored, mainstay songs, sometimes we need a little variety in our year-end arsenal besides the classic Bings and Franks and Rods and Nat Coles.