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As the trip grew closer, it dawned on me that it was weird to send my ex and my parents on a trip to Paris without me. (It had already dawned on everyone else. I'm a late dawner).
The Writer's Guild tripled its number of digital media signatories last year. How relevant is the union alongside rapid technology-driven innovation?
If the new SAG leadership doesn't rapidly start taking all the painful, but necessary steps to merge with AFTRA, we are fucked.
Wilmore reveals, among other things, how he feels that Al Roker is both a tragic and magical figure, why he'd replace the terms "African-American" and "black" with "chocolate," and how black men are portrayed on television.
Although The Real World was initially a compelling concept of seven strangers living in a house set in a major city, it unraveled as Abercrombie
The time we're in now isn't more hospitable to a work stoppage or a better deal. The only thing SAG's timing is more hospitable to is home foreclosure.
The appointment of a mediator will not help one teeny weenie little bit. The actors want "more money" and the production companies are unwilling to give it to them. Simple isn't it?
Last week a mix of water and sanitation experts gathered for World Water Week in Stockholm, Sweden to mull over the world's biggest public health crisis. The problem is that not enough people paid attention.
Ono: I really wanted to [re-release the track, Give Peace a Chance], it was my statement because right now the world is in turmoil and we really need to talk about world peace.
It's the current common wisdom throughout SAG negotiations that the Writers Strike Destroyed Network Television. Hey, honestly, it sounds reasonable. As long as you don't think too hard. Or at all.
Any questions on the strike should now be all laid to rest, with all fingers properly pointed at the actual cause and corporate perpetrators.
The WGA has sent out a castigating letter to its members that lists names of writers who crossed the picket lines during the tense hundred-day strike that ended in February.
After watching every episode available to me, I was ready to make a very bold, James Lipton-caliber claim: Bones might be the best show of its kind, perhaps ever.
Though Kerr was 86 and had been out of the public eye for a number of years, her film and stage career, spanning four and a half decades, had secured her legendary status in motion picture history.
A better case could not be made for what's at stake for all of us who work in the American entertainment industry than a video produced by German actor Andreas Stenschke.
We are watching a global case of bad politics in action. At the tip of the poor-sport spear is none other than Bill Clinton himself. He's taken his ever growing legacy and shoved it right into the toilet.
