I want to have something to say when others talk about Mamma Mia!, so I did some remedial reading about its history. Let what I learned about ABBA serve as a primer.
The All-Star Game is a lot like the Academy Awards. It never lives up to the hype, you don't recognize half the stars, and it's usually too long, but every year you gotta be there.
Battered and bruised as our national image may be at the moment, we remain a country of ideals and bold aspirations. With movies and with democracy, we choose our stories.
I feel compelled to share this never before published exchange with one of my favorite Bronx Bombers -- the incomparable, former All-Star, two-time World Series champion and inimitable lead-off hitter -- Mickey Rivers.
If the opening day of the broadcast portion of the 2008 Summer Television Critics Association tour is any indication, the critics and journalists in attendance don't seem to be fired up about anything.
Apparently, the only place you can see a girl kissing another girl on MTV nowadays is on The Real World after six tequila shots in the hot tub. Certainly not in the video called, um, "I Kissed a Girl."
Nancy Miller: "There are few shows about the friendships between women because it's mostly men who buy the shows that air. I just don't think they realize how much fun the dramatic relationships between women can be."
The furtive Chinese government does everything in its (far-reaching, for sure) power to silence the families of over 70,000 children a year who are being "snatched from the streets."
Rocker Melissa Etheridge responds exclusively to the Huffington Post regarding comments attributed to her in Rolling Stone about guitar virtuoso Phil Keaggy, homophobia, and Christian rock.
Thanks to the WGA strike, management now takes the artistic community seriously, but it couldn't have been accomplished without the support provided by the Screen Actors Guild.
The last time I think a prime time NBC show originated anywhere in Vietnam, it was a Bob Hope special, he was entertaining the troops on some base and it certainly wasn't live.
Scarlett, I'm sure you are healthy in a WebMD sense but certainly not in the way that reporters mean it. You partly earn that curvy label by your impressive chest. But I feel compelled to inform you that you are not a "regular girl."
If one is ever lucky enough to spend time with Doug Jones, as I have been on a couple of occasions, you can't help but see all of his previous characters when he's standing in front of you -- you need only to look at the actor's hands.
