I was in my mid-to-late 20s, and I was alone, in Manahawkin, N.J., living the southern Ocean County life. And I finally found love. Now, my wife and I are back, writing about it, living and remembering the life we once knew.
Critics say that any attempt to recreate or maintain "Pleasantville-by-the-sea" in Ocean City is unrealistic and outdated.
I'm concerned about Patricia Krentcil, the Jersey mom who allegedly brought her five-year-old daughter with her into a tanning both with her to get a little-- or a lot of -- color. This sort of obsessive need for a tan really makes me see red. So here, then, is my red hot playlist meant to stop the madness.
I personally don't care one way or the other about how young Lena Dunham is, how nondiverse the show's cast is or any of the other gripes. I think the show is smart and funny.
Reality shows influence teen girls to a disturbing degree. The fake characters forced down our throats by the media dictate the image of the ideal woman and set a poor example for youth.
It's music to my ears when Sophie asks, "Do we have any Shark Tanks taped?" This kid knows more about sales, profits, balance sheets and corporate valuations than I could ever have dreamed she would at this age.
Here are 25 ridiculous reasons that kids dismiss some excellent colleges.
It seems like every time I turn on the television there is a new ridiculous reality show. The far-fetched idea of reality for entertainment makes me really question the intelligence of my generation.
The term "trailer trash" is symbolic of a type of systemic discrimination that's allowing low income home owners from Appalachia to Arizona to fall through the cracks.
Indeed, all these shows had their forebears in the days of radio. But, for the sake of argument, let's leave our family-tree tracing to the early days of TV. There are really only four models for most reality shows, four shows from which all others spring.
Brooklyn 11223, despite some superficial similarities to Jersey Shore (twentysomething kids, a "bridge and tunnel" setting), is in fact far different. We strove for a level of verisimilitude that has gone missing from much reality TV recently.
Things can get really raunch: Think Girls Gone Wild, but without Joe Francis and his camera crew breathing uncomfortably down your neck.
Yes, audiences respond to the familial, albeit murderous, warmth on display, but forty years on, what rings truer than ever is the realization that Coppola delivered - brilliantly - a disquisition on the madness, glory, and failure of the American dream.
Has the rate of divorce in this country and Lifetime movies about women who kill their husbands not taught us anything?
"I am sad to say that today I lost not only a dog but my best friend of 12 years... love you buddy," tweeted Vinny Guadagnino, star of the famed reali...
It dawned on me this morning that my Sundays are WIDE open now that the NFL is over. I honestly have no idea what to do with myself. Although, I think my cat will freak out if I'm not there on the couch for hours at a time like I was during the season.