I could fill pages with what the best quips are, the best missed jokes or most underappreciated character, but there is one aspect of the show that solidifies its title as best comedy, that carries the weight of “Veep” on their skirt suit-clad back. I mean, of course, the venomous Selina Meyer — commonly known as Julia Louis-Dreyfus.
It’s been a pretty hectic summer. Twenty Democrats have debated each other on stage twice in the lead up to what might be America’s most important election. The nation has seen divisive language coming to a nasty head. And Hannah B. ended her season of “The Bachelorette” by picking lying Jed, who she later dumped, instead of picture-perfect Tyler. America has been through a lot.
It’s been a busy July. In one of the hottest months in recent memory, it’s no surprise that tensions and hot button stories are boiling over. From Hollywood to the White House, people are getting angry. Too often, that anger has been directed at people — particularly women — of color.
Last month, Americans were treated to the first debates among the incredibly large field of Democratic presidential candidates. There are so many candidates that the debates were split into two nights — one on Wednesday, the other Thursday, with 10 candidates each. I tuned into both debates, expecting some laughs, some memes, some surprising breakout stars.
Media has the power to teach. Sometimes what it teaches us is dangerous — our bodies are disgusting, our love is invalid — but sometimes what we learn from media has a positive impact. I wrote about this power in my last column, and the sentiment rings true in today’s piece. Today, media is teaching us to stop forgetting history, and instead allowing it to guide our future decisions.
Isn’t that headline so ironic, given that our president gained so much immediate coverage and support because he is, in fact, a celebrity? I know that we have had celebrity-politicians before, including but not limited to Arnold Schwarzenegger and Ronald Reagan. If Donald Trump and Ronald Reagan aren’t two great examples of why we shouldn’t put celebrities in office, we clearly have some disagreements to work through, but that’s not what this column is about. What about how we celebritize politicians after they enter office?
My first exposure to abortion was the ’80s movie “Dirty Dancing” — not a health class or a Sunday in church, but a movie. If you’ve seen it you know the scene. If not, one of the characters finds out she’s pregnant. A few scenes and exchanges of cash later, she is found sick in her bed from some sort of infection from a “back-alley doctor.” The word “abortion” is never stated; it is simply implied. I didn’t even fully grasp what had happened to the girl until I watched it years later as a teen who could finally put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Benjamin Franklin once said there are two things that are certain in life: death and conspiracy theories. OK, that may be paraphrasing but, when it comes to American society, it’s true. Conspiracy theories have become so deeply ingrained in the history of the United States that the majority of Americans don’t know what to believe. Was JFK’s assassination more than a one-man job? More than half of Americans think so.
Michigan has a lot of great things to offer: a good education, delicious donuts and a beautiful autumn season. Yes, Michigan is an expert in so many things — pizza is not one of them. As a New Jersey Italian, I was hesitant to eat out in Ann Arbor, mourning the loss of my favorite cuisine. Then, during my visit to the University for Campus Day, I ventured into a promising-looking place called Mani Osteria — and was blown away.