This week, our fave blogs buzzed about the upcoming Oscar race (already), shared holiday secrets for cool gift lists and noodle kugel, and wondered who the creators of I Hate My Teenage Daughter really hate.
When women produce TV, they can be just as sexist, writes Maureen Ryan in a blistering review at AOLTV of Fox’s I Hate My Teenage Daughter. “Sherry Bilsing-Graham and Ellen Plummer Kreamer are listed as the executive producers of this show,” she writes, adding that the show nonetheless stereotypes midlife moms, showing “two women relentlessly mocked and humiliated by everyone around them. […] Comedy characters have flaws, and there’s nothing wrong with laughing at those flaws. But what makes ‘Teenage Daughter’ so vile is that it constantly reinforces the idea that the two mothers at the center of the show not only deserve their daughters’ scorn, but the audience’s as well. What is the horrible sin that Annie (Jaime Pressly) and Nikki (Katie Finneran) are guilty of, what is the crime that they must pay for again and again? They’re insecure. Yep, that’s all. Annie and Nikki lack confidence. Burn the witches!” We wonder what our mom-of-teen culture maven Alexandra Mac Aaron thinks of the show, and whether she agrees with Ryan that “It’s hard to resist the urge to say this show’s executive producers should know better. But maybe they don’t, and that’s just depressing.”
We just got clued into Linda Bernstein’s boomer site Generation B Squared, and found this post as fit for this month’s holiday madness as for the earlier time it was written. Bernstein writes of “pulling recipes out of my recipe box, though I don’t really need written instructions for any of this stuff. Some of them are in my mother’s beautiful script; others are on stained 3×5 cards or scraps of paper. I line them up on the counter, arrange them, rearrange them. Doesn’t matter. I know what I’m going to cook. It’s basically the same every year, basically what my mother or grandmother served on holidays. (And come to think of it, my grandmother’s Thanksgiving spread was about the same, substitute turkey for chicken.) … But also, my friends around my age, those of us in the bulls eye of the Baby Boomer generation–most of us, our moms are dead. As are our dads, aunts, and uncles. We are the repository of all the Jewish recipes.” Click over for more; we think we might make that noodle kugel.
Speaking of holiday madness, while we wouldn’t call ourselves a shopping or beauty site, we couldn’t resist sharing this Tumblr, From Me to You. We were intrigued by Josie’s suggested gift lists, including Ten Great Gifts for the Man In Your Life and Ten Beauty Gifts for Your Retro Diva. Of the former, she writes, “Guys are hard to shop for, right?! That’s why this list is curated with his help! I can tell you, I live with most of these dude things around me so they are From Me To You approved and even at times borrowed because I like them myself!” Click over for your own wish list.
We’re in the middle of a series on online dating, which is perhaps why we were so drawn to Jill Filipovic’s Eight Red Flags I Learned from Online Dating, at GOOD Magazine. Among the danger signs she’s recognized are “Red Flag: “I’m a nice guy.” What It Means: I think that holding the door for you obligates you to spread” and “The shirtless photo. What It Means: I’m a cheesy narcissist.” Filipovic is still bullish on online dating overall, though. What are your red flags?
California painter Julia Kay thought her three-year Daily Portrait blog was just for her. But since then, it has meant much more, for her life, her art, and for her community (including us.)
"Who's bringing breakfast tomorrow?" I asked. The tiny hesitation before her answer told me that my relief had been premature. I closed my eyes even before her words were out. "Uhm, Mama? I forgot to tell you..."