Garden State

I got home kind of late last night but I still turned on “Jersey Shore” because there was something about waiting a whole 24 hours more than the rest of the world to experience it that didn’t appeal to me. The original plan was to watch, like a half hour and call it a night. An appetizer of Jerse if you will. But that didn’t happen. And did you know it was TWO hours long? Needless to say I woke up this morning bleary-eyed with a bit of a tanning booth hangover. Was it everything I hoped for and more? Damn right it was! I keep trying to come up with some commentary, but not gonna happen. Just watch it. In a word—or seven—it is what dreams are made of.

Loving Her II

Rupert, you’re not so bad yourself but…how cute and happy is Emily Blunt? I recently saw that little independent film she did with Amy Adams—“Sunshine Cleaning”—and it’s really a gem. Lovely and true and tugs at the heartstrings. She has a new movie coming out about the young Queen Victoria and her future just couldn’t be any brighter. Englishness!

Pass

What is it with all of the winter shoes with the open toes? Not that fashion is supposed to be practical or anything, but it's at least supposed to be DRY. The only place this footwear would work is maybe LA and you know there's going to be some sweaty ankle action going on underneath those buckles. Do you know what I think happened? I think the guy who decided to bring architectural shoulderpads back had dinner with peep toe booty guy and they spent the entire time drinking absinthe [smoking crack] and cackling about how they were going to have some fun with the general female population this season. Not amazing.

Jigga What

This was basically my take-away from the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show last night: models in lingerie are mesmerizing and Jay-Z was there. I single out these two thoughts because I spent the majority of the hour in a Vegas-accoutrement-induced trance, fast-forwarding through the parts when Heidi Klum was playing den mother to the baby models and just generally captivated with the boob-to-jutting-hip-bone ratio. And then the cameraman panned to Jay for a hot second and it saved me. I like that he was there. I also like that he was sitting next to a random old white dude (not Harvey Weinstein as far as I could tell, but he’ll do). Because I’m pretty sure he was nonplussed with the whole thing and made more than a few comments to the white dude about how the girls need to eat some hamburgers.