Listology: What I’m Digging This Week (The Summer Entertainment Edition)

I love this time of the year. Aside from the fact that the extra daylight makes me feel as though I may actually get through my To Do list before nightfall, I start hoarding books for my summer vacation beach reading binge. Plus, the TV networks have actually created year-round programming to keep me glued to the boob tube (this is good and bad).

Here are just a few things I’m totally digging this summer (I know—it’s not really summer yet, but since it’s been over 90 degrees every day, I think that’s just a technicality.

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I’ve been on a memoir binge lately. From The Bloggess’s book Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, Jeneration X by Jen Lancaster and even finally On Writing by Stephen King (which is part autobiography, part writing lessons).

I just started the third chapter of Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed, but I love this book. Here’s the publisher’s description:

A powerful, blazingly honest memoir: the story of an eleven-hundred-mile solo hike that broke down a young woman reeling from catastrophe—and built her back up again.

At twenty-two, Cheryl Strayed thought she had lost everything. In the wake of her mother’s death, her family scattered and her own marriage was soon destroyed. Four years later, with nothing more to lose, she made the most impulsive decision of her life: to hike the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mojave Desert through California and Oregon to Washington State—and to do it alone. She had no experience as a long-distance hiker, and the trail was little more than “an idea, vague and outlandish and full of promise.” But it was a promise of piecing back together a life that had come undone.

Cheryl is brutally honest about her strengths and weaknesses to the point where I’m still not sure if I’m sympathetic towards her or somewhat turned off by her choices. But I like that.

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I love the original “Mob Wives.” Sorry. I can’t help it, but there’s something weirdly endearing about those women. I like bad-ass bitches who fight for their family. And truth be told, they’re more “real” than the “Real Housewives of Insert City Here” because they’re not rolling through town in a Rolls Royce, pretending they’re making more money than they are, wearing big jewels with their clay faces. They support their families while their husbands are in jail (and unlike a certain NY “Housewife,” they say “jail” instead of “going away”).

So I’m hoping the newest installment, “Mob Wives Chicago,” is just as good. Check out this extended trailer:

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I can’t even tell you how much I’m looking forward to HBO’s “The Newsroom.” Here’s the blurb about it (with some minor editorializing).
From the mind of Aaron Sorkin, creator of “The West Wing (the best TV show EVER in my opinion)” and screenwriter of The Social Network and Moneyball,  comes “The Newsroom,” a behind-the-scenes look at the people who make a nightly cable-news program. Focusing on a network anchor (played by Jeff Daniels), his new executive producer (Emily Mortimer), the newsroom staff (John Gallagher, Jr., Alison Pill, Thomas Sadoski, Olivia Munn, Dev Patel) and their boss (Sam Waterston), the series tracks their quixotic mission to do the news well in the face of corporate and commercial obstacles-not to mention their own personal entanglements.
“The Newsroom” starts June 23 and I can’t wait. Check out this trailer and tell me you won’t watch.

The One In Which I Write A Rambling Post That Did a Complete 180 Halfway Through

Bless me readers for I have sinned. It’s been 17 days since my last blog post. For this an any other sins I may have committed I am truly sorry. If I say an Act of Contrition will you absolve me?

Honest to God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me these days. I really have no excuse other than I’ve been busy. And lazy.

Mostly lazy.

But I’m feeling inspired today. Last night my girlfriend and I went to see the amazing Jenny Lawson, aka The Bloggess, read from her new book Let’s Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir) here in Los Angeles.

At the risk of sounding like a giddy fan girl, she was awesome! She was irreverent, hilarious and extremely generous, taking questions from fans and signing a gagillion books while taking pictures with anyone who asked. We waited in line for about 90 minutes and it was worth the wait.

I’m about halfway through and I simultaneously can’t wait to finish it and am trying to savor it.

Reading her book reminds me what I love about blogging—it’s about men and women laying out their vulnerabilities for everyone to sort through, sharing the blood and guts of life. The feeling of “Oh, I’m not alone after all. There are others like me.” It’s not about judgement; it’s about community. That’s powerful.

There’s a lot of discussion online about whether or not personal blogs are dying. So-called experts say that in order to be successful, bloggers need to have a niche, and I believe too many bloggers buy into that, littering their blogs with reviews and giveaways and sponsored content. Others have put up pretty facades that hide their imperfections and failures because, well, I don’t know why. Fear? Probably.

I just read an article in Entertainment Weekly where Aaron Sorkin, talking about the difference between writing for movies and writing for television, says that TV is “all middle.” In other words, it’s the details, the ongoing story that keeps viewers interested.

It’s the same with personal blogs for me. It’s the quiet moments, the small details, the highs and the lows that we all go through in life that pull me in, keep me riveted and bring me back. It’s about having the courage share our stories—warts and all—with honesty and integrity.

This post went in a completely different direction than I originally intended when I started writing today. I was going to write a happy, funny post about the reading last night, but watching Jenny put it all out there, and have people thank her for that, made me think about what I’m doing in this space. Or not doing.

I’ve had trouble finding my words lately and it’s because of fear. Certain areas of my life feel like a big mess right now and it’s hard for me to share that. I don’t like to admit that I don’t have it all figured out, that I’m as far from figured out as you can get. But if I expect honesty and integrity from others, aren’t I a hypocrite if I don’t reciprocate?

 

 

 

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