Bonus #2: SAM Daly is in it.
He is Tim Daly’s son and, no lie, I one time had a dream about Sam Daly and he totally wanted to make out with me but I couldn’t because I loved his dad too much.
The summary does sound fun, and I’m always here for Tim Daly. And Mandy, honestly.
If anybody’s interested, Tim Daly’s currently onstage with his sister, Tyne Daly, in a play called “Downstairs.” We (Sara, Angela, and I) attempted to go see it when it was playing at the Dorset Theatre Festival in 2017. Unfortunately, rain and other circumstances beyond our control prevented us from getting to see it.
I have a VERY busy December coming up, but I just bought tickets to go see it before it closes in New York. The sacrifices I make, honestly.
A conversation (kinda) that I had with Sara on Wednesday evening:
I’m usually a better conversationalist, but… anyway, relevant.
I was not!! It is hard to keep track of all of the honors that my guy receives, because his genius is unparalleled and he is just a perfect human.
He is also getting his star on the walk of fame on TODAY.
Probably not. I’m the only one who’d really be interested in that sort of thing, and a) none of the dates are really compatible with me and b) even if they were, they’re mostly sold out.
Sara and I are going to see Claire Danes’s husband onstage this week, though!
How many of you guys are sending in drunk asks!? My goodness, I just send all my friends hilarious texts telling them how much I love them.
Full disclosure, Sara totally deleted the last two asks and I was like, “no, I’m feeling frothy and I am going to ANSWER THEM.”
And I gotta say, zero regrets the next day. Like, it might not be the nicest thing I’ve ever posted — I’m usually the very model of diplomacy over here (or, as my friend would say, YOU ARE DIPLOMASHLEY)… but sometimes you just gotta.
At least I’m funny?
(We do love Michelle Obama, though, and Sara and I are totally psyched to go see her in Boston next month.)
CHICKEN 🐔! Next time try to be nicer, don’t be like your girl.
For fuck’s sake, guys.
It has been a year. More than a year. And we are still getting this nasty bullshit that is meant to, I don’t know, upset Sara? Change Sara’s mind? Like, OMG, some random anonymous person who really digs emojis thinks Claire Danes is a bitch. Compelling argument, and if there were a straight-up ZERO emoji I would use it right here.
Rupert Friend has moved on. If you feel like celebrating him, go visit our friends at @findmyrupertfriend. They’re into it. They have a whole blog about it. They love Rupert Friend and most of them could take Claire or leave her, though they’d probably happily leave her on the side of the road in Death Valley, and that’s totally cool with us. Because you know what? Our friendships aren’t based on loving/hating the same television shows, celebrities, baseball teams, weather patterns, sportswear brands or underwater creatures. (Dogs are non-negotiable.)
For real though, this is ridiculous. Rupert Friend does not need you fighting his battles for him. He just doesn’t. And, not for nothing, this weird thing that people seem to have about riding in like a white knight to defend him from some imagined insult or slight does NOT make him more endearing. On the contrary, actually, because you have sent us THREE ASKS in the past couple of days demeaning Claire Danes in order to prop up Rupert Friend. And, last I checked, Rupert Friend has a tendency to be a smidge douchey himself, so, check yourself before you wreck. your. self. Please and thank you.
I bear Rupert Friend no particular ill will, but if he fell off a cliff tomorrow I’d pretty much be sad that a) my friends would be devastated and b) that Peter Quinn would 100 percent be actually, actively, all the way dead and no amount of wistful “he’s on an island somewhere” would change that. But it has been pretty much eighteen entire months since 6.12, and if you’re still upset that he didn’t get a public “proper send-off,” well… I mean, whatever. I get it, but he did this whole press tour after 6.12. Rupert Friend clearly said goodbye on his own terms.
And even if something did come out, even if Claire DID come out to the whole wide world and say, “you know, I actually really miss Rupert, he was a good egg and a solid friend and it was my life’s honor to work with him,” I’m pretty sure we’d still be getting this whiny-ass nonsense. It’d be insincere and too little too late and definitely not enough.
Which is also another point, because I’m sorry, but if Claire Danes is such an awful person that you feel the need to repeatedly point it out, then WHAT is the goddamn fascination with her validation of your love for Rupert Friend?
I honest to goodness do not understand the point of these asks. If it makes you feel better, there’s not really any harm in it? But don’t expect us to post this shit (we delete almost all of it because WHAT IS THERE TO SAY) and frankly it’s annoying. Most of the time we just roll our eyes and delete and go on to live our lives.
But you, buddy, you’ve got FEELINGS. So I’m gonna let you express them, because it seems important to you that HYH air, acknowledge, and accept your grievances against a person you will probably never meet on behalf of another person you will probably never meet.
Hopefully this is the last I will EVER have to speak on the subject.
Oh, since it’ll definitely come up in your next ask, Sara’s no chicken. She just doesn’t want to waste her time.
I, on the other hand, have nothing better to do. PEACE.
None of us have seen it, no. I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 in theaters, back in the day. But this new one? I dunno. I think that the intended audience is well aware of the situation. We (nobody at HYH, but the general electoral-college American “we”) elected a reality television star to the highest office in the land, and predictably enough, our country has turned into a reality television program.
Except so much worse. Because there are real life consequences here. People are losing their lives and their families and their homes as a result of the current administration.
We don’t need a documentary to educate us on this. We are all crystal clear on what is happening in our world.
If you want to help, don’t go see Fahrenheit 11/9. You know the world is falling apart.
Instead of spending money on a movie ticket, send those dollars to campaigns in your neighborhood. If you live in a liberal/reasonable place, then donate to a campaign for a candidate who is trying to make a difference in conservative strongholds.
We have a chance to change direction and it would be tragic, depressing, and downright unconscionable to ignore them.
Please, Senate democrats, PLEASE do the right thing.
Hello, Homeland fans (or people who just think we’re neat). It is time for another installment of “something that won’t ruin your life,” from HYH champion recommender, Ashley.
This week, after a six month gap during which time not one single member of this blog has stepped up, I am recommending the Netflix television programme, GLOW.
If you’re not a fan of Alison Brie, don’t sweat it. I’ve been there. It is not a problem.
I started watching it when the first season dropped back in 2017. And, to be honest, I wasn’t totally into it. But I watched it anyway, because 80s + wrestling + LADIES WRESTLING + Chris Lowell for some reason = everything Ashley could possibly ask for.
Then the second season came out and I was like WELP guess I got nothing else to do and oh. my. god. Like, I watched a recap of the first season, ZOOMED through the second season, went right back to the beginning to watch the first season again, and immediately watched the second season again.
The show is awesome, guys. So it starts out with Ruth (Alison Brie), a struggling actress who cannot get a break. Her BFFN is Debbie (Betty Gilpin), a hot blonde ex-actress who had spent a while in a coma on a soap opera before asking to be written off. Debbie is married to Mark and they have a baby because why be an actress when you can be a mom, amirite?
Ruth ends up at an audition for a new wrestling show which is being directed by Sam Silvia (Marc Maron). She has no idea what she’s in for and, by the looks of it, none of the other ladies do either. So when Sam is like “yo, this is a wrestling show,” half the ladies walk out.
Anyhoozles they get into the auditions and Ruth immediately fucks it up, like, she is straight-up trying to make this silly wrestling show into High Art. Literally, she ACTUALLY starts quoting Maggie from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. (Actually, she does that when she decides “fuck this dude who told me I couldn’t be in the show, I’m gonna be in the fucking show,” but that’s still generally what got her kicked out in the first place.)
But because the show would not happen if Ruth didn’t get hired for wrestling purposes, she comes back. But TWIST Debbie shows up and they get into a major fight because Ruth did something VERY UNCOOL and there was BETRAYAL.
And that’s where we’re at.
The first season is about putting this wrestling show together. It’s produced by a dude named Sebastian (Bash) Howard who is all, YAY WRESTLING. But Sam is like, NO! ART!!!
Gradually it turns more into YAY WRESTLING than ART and the show is so super fun.
They are working with uncomfortable topics, like racism and sexism and all the -isms really, and the AIDS crisis gets thrown in. It’s a comedy that takes the problems of its time very seriously, and that’s refreshing.
The show has a lot of heart and a lot of soul and they care SO MUCH about what they’re putting into the world, it’s obvious. It makes me happy and I think it will make you happy too.
It might make you a little sad a couple of times, but it’s okay. The happies outweigh the sads like 15000 to 1.