The interesting thing about the music is that there's kind of an American Idol mentality today and I don't think that's wrong, but everybody likes the hero and they push them up the charts and then it's, "'Okay, who's next?'"
People gawked at him, pointed at him, called his name and shook his hand. One sang out the Mighty Mouse tag line: "Here I come to save the day!" Andy took it in graciously, but he clearly would rather have been unrecognizable.
Here's a quick lesson, it took 101 years after the Emancipation Proclamation to get a Civil Rights Bill to become law. Four years later Martin Luther King Jr., a leader of that Civil Rights movement, was assassinated.
"We're The Judds of comedy," says Saturday Night Live comedy legend, Laraine Newman. "We're the Redgraves of comedy," adds Laraine's Emmy Award-winning sister, Tracy Newman with a laugh.
My worth, or any other woman's relevance, should not be based on how "hot" we are -- what I call the Breedability Quotient or BQ -- unless we subscribe to that disempowering social view that young is superior. We should honor older women; not disgrace them.
Countering the long, mixed history of comedians opening for musicians, it was promising to see a Brit-punk trio open for Late Night with Seth Meyers...
When a magazine calls a woman with pale eyes and hair beautiful, I don't have any problem agreeing. They are beautiful. We all are. But what many magazines fail to realize is that there's more than one brand of beauty.
George Takei's April Fools' Day prank was too good to be true. :(
With the March 31 deadline to enroll in health insurance through the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act (or, to the rest of us, Obamacare) upo...
Republicans all patted themselves on the back this week for fixing their party's problems. No, really! It's been one year since their "autopsy" or "post-mortem" of the 2012 elections and the party's completely "fixed."
I feel that a lot of racial sketches that I write should have a picture of me in the bottom left-hand corner smiling with thumbs up, saying, "Listen, it's okay! A black guy wrote this!"
It's a bit embarrassing to admit how difficult it was to sign up for health insurance on the new exchanges, but trust me it's worth the hassle.
Listening to them is like sipping a 1961 Château Latour, or watching Phil Jackson dominate a basketball game by owning the pace on the court.
"Heyyyyy, you made it!," Belushi says when he sees me standing up there. Sure did. Down I go. The Blues Bar is dimly lit, I can't see much.
Here again are white people doing bad, and yes, at points offensive cultural imitations and appropriations of Asian people and culture -- essentially yellowface -- and no one said, or is saying anything about it.
In the fall of 1975 I went to a birthday party. It was a time when we were quite impressed with ourselves, my friends and I. We had the right clothes -- overalls and carpenter pants, Frye boots and Huck-a-Poo shirts, and we were, for the most part, left to our own devices, free to smoke cigarettes and pot and drink cheap beer, walking from house to house in the cold nights, safe in our little suburban town.