It’s the end of an era tonight: the Hills series finale. Normally, series finales don’t move me very much. But this one’s different. They were the same year as me, and consequently, we shared many of the same life experiences together: Prom night, challenging internships with difficult bosses, having our sex tapes splashed over the internet. Who will help me process these life experiences now that they’re leaving? Kim Kardashian? I think not.

If you don’t watch The Hills religiously, don’t worry: neither do I…neither do most people. That’s why it’s in its series finale. In fact, if you’ve watched one episode, essentially you’ve watched all 6 seasons of it. There are usually three plot lines per episode; here they are:

Plot Line #1: LC/Kristin endlessly speculate with their friend, Lo/Whitney, about the likelihood of them dating serial polygamist Brody Jenner, all the while remaining steadfast that really they “see him more like a brother than a lovah.” Here’s the thing, though, about brothers: when they call you on the phone, you don’t drop everything you’re doing to go hang out with them. You don’t write their name over and over again in your notebook and scribble hearts around it. And you don’t get wasted at Les Deux and then go home and make out with them. Kristin/LC: you probably should look into your relationship with your brothers.

Plot Line #2: Idiot Spencer Pratt does something douchey to his wife, idiot Heidi Montag. Heidi seeks out the advice of a member of her family, who gives her the exact same advice that all of us at home are screaming into the television (dump Spencer!!) and then, after 25 seconds of careful deliberation, she gets back together with her husband.

Plot Line #3: Audrina/Justin Bobby “Drama.” I use air quotes here because Audrina uses the term “drama” extremely lightly; she clings on to any form of communication with Justin Bobby and then spends the next 2-6 weeks dissecting it. “He looked at me, what do you think that means?” Umm, that he has sensitive corneas? You see, the problem is that Justin Bobby doesn’t like Audrina enough to date her, but, as Audrina so astutely points out, he has eyeballs. And like any self-respecting male, he cannot pass on that nice piece of ass. On numerous occasions, I’ve contemplated purchasing He’s Just Not that Into You for Audrina, but I’m waiting for the icon-based version of that text to come out as I believe that will be easier for her to grasp.

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned (or rather, relearned) from watching The Hills it’s that:

  1. “Boys can be jerks. Huge jerks. Boys sucks, girls rule” and that
  2. Girls are pretty bad at picking up on consistent trends in their love lives; they excel at repeating the exact same mistakes and expecting dramatically different results.

So, cast of The Hills, I’d like to individually bid you one last farewell, even though I’m fairly convinced your lives will continue to play out on the cover of US Weekly for at least another 15 or so seconds.

Stacie the Bartender Roommate.

Stacie, I think I’ll miss you most of all! I thought you were just a fleeting character when you played Spencer Pratt’s mistress in Season 5. But then, miraculously, you reappeared with the subtitle “Kristin’s Friend” in Season 5. Although MTV gave no indication that you were in fact the same Stacie, us prolific Googlers were able to quickly ascertain that you were in fact the Stacie of Bartending fame. We also discovered topless photos of you. I can only imagine that you tested well in the 18-24 demographic. To that, young lady, I say bravo! Look at you translating a minimum wage job where you get harassed by C-list reality-TV stars into a maximum wage job where you get harassed by C-list reality-TV stars. A promotion’s a promotion, and for that, we salute you.

The Pratts

Thank you for making my family look less dysfunctional, that’s quite an accomplishment. Stephanie Pratt—while you are probably the biggest idiot in a family that uses retardation as currency, I’m fairly certain that you will find some other member of the reality television world to cling to. You’ve demonstrated a keen ability to do so thus far, even if it requires throwing members of your family under a bus. Though, to be fair, many of your family members deserved a hearty bus trampling, so no judgments coming from this corner.

Heidi and Spencer—I feel like the further you two slip into obscurity, the louder and more desperate your shenanigans become. And I eagerly await the next one. As a matter of accounting, I believe you’re at your legal limit for divorces/annulments, but I’m fairly confident you’ll manufacture some new vehicle for getting yourself on the cover of tabloids. Maybe Heidi will push the boundaries of plastic surgery even further and install a third boob between the beach balls she already has on her chest. Or Spencer might self-draft himself to be Sarah Palin’s Vice Presidential candidate. Do I have ESP? No, I’m not saying that. But are these plausible plot lines for the Montag-Pratts? Based on the course of their lives thus far, absolutely.

Kristin Cavalliri

I must say that was quite the shock when you entered Speidi’s wedding in that blue dress. And boy had I missed you. Thanks for coming back.

You know how dogs can hear really high-pitched noises? Or how ants communicate with each other through smell. Well, I think girls are like dogs/ants. Before you jump up in arms, just bare with me through this analogy.

There are some girls that just rub every other girl they come in contact with the wrong way. Kristin is one of those girls. As guys, we can’t understand why. Cute chick, likes sports and enjoys hanging out with the guys. What’s not to like? Well, guys—I have the answer: Kristin emits a really high-pitched noise/off-putting pheromone that’s undetectable to our testosterone-infused bodies. But rest assured, it’s there. And that’s why she can never get along with other girls. I think I’ll call it Cavalliri syndrome.

I leave you with one last prediction for tonight’s episode: LC returns. And then the show ends. Probably with a pink suitcase in the back of a black convertible.

charliebrownchristmasBecause they produce ridiculous quotes like this one, from the mayor of Arlington, TN, speaking about the President’s decision to hold a prime-time address to the nation to announce an escalation of forces in Afghanistan:

“Ok, so, this is total crap, we sit the kids down to watch ‘The Charlie Brown Christmas Special’ and our muslim president is there, what a load…..try to convince me that wasn’t done on purpose.”

No extra commentary needed. Mayor Russell Wiseman pretty accurately captured the sentiment of the nation with that comment. Which, by the way, he posted to Facebook.

visa-charge$23 quadrillion. That’s how much a New Hampshire man was incorrectly charged for a pack of cigarettes he bought at a gas station.

Incidentally, that’s 2,000 times larger than the national debt. That sucks.

I saw this in the Wall Street Journal today.

africanhutApparently a mining town in Guinea built a lot of mud huts during the recent commodities boom. But when the price of natural resources plummeted this past year, so did demand for the newly built mud huts. Now rows and rows of huts sit vacant.

It’s kind of funny, but then you realize the huts are only $6.50/mo to rent–if that’s a monthly expense people are being forced to cut out of their lives, think what else they must be cutting out…

arianahuffingtonWhen I picture my married life, I usually wander down the “well, what if I get divorced?” path (with half of all marriages ending in divorce, can you blame me?). And more often than not, it’s just as rosy as the “happily ever after” path.

Well of couse, we’ll live in one big house with separate wings for me and my ex, but we’ll all meet halfway in the middle. It will be perfect. That white picket fence will still be there. Very few changes, really.

Ariana Huffington, who split with her husband Michael (who later admitted that he is bisexual) twelve years ago, documents her post-divorce relationship with her ex on her blog in a post titled “Vacationing with my Ex”:

“Just like marriage, divorce isn’t easy either, and ours has been no exception. But even though we no longer had a marriage to keep us together, we had something even more powerful — our daughters. And, spurred by our mutual devotion to them, we have made a huge effort to work through all the difficulties and be friends.

This has included spending Christmas Day and both of our girls’ birthdays together as a family every year. And, little by little, with a lot of hard work, we’ve grown closer and closer. Indeed, a couple of years ago, on what would have been our 20th wedding anniversary, a magnificent bouquet of flowers that included twenty yellow roses arrived at my home. The card said, “Happy 20th Anniversary. We’ll always be the parents of two remarkable young women. Love, Michael.”

I think their efforts to preserve their family’s ties even after divorcing are laudable–it makes my white picket fence dream of sharing a two-winged house with my ex seem plausible. I hope one day, I get married and then get divorced and remain friends with my ex, just like the Huffingtons.

(Well, OK–I guess it would be nice not to get divorced. But Plan B goes something like Arianna describes…)

dirigible1…that the top of the empire state building was supposed to be a dirigible docking station?

[sorry for the brief hiatus]

The original design called for a flat roof, but the building’s financier, John J. Raskob, thought that looked too boring. He commissioned a 200-ft. spire that not only served as a fitting crown for the building, it doubled as an airport of sorts for dirigibles, fit with a check-in counter and lounge on the 86th story.

But there was one problem–it was pretty difficult to dock a huge dirigible at the top of a New York skyscraper:

“No one worked out one other problem: wind. The steel-and-glass canyons of Manhattan are an airship captain’s nightmare of shifting air currents. Raskob and Smith were inviting the unwieldy craft to come in low and slow, over hazards such as the menacing Chrysler Building spire, and somehow tie up without use of a ground crew. Then, too, if the crew released ballast to maintain pitch control, a torrent of water would cascade onto the streets below. And once secured, a dirigible could be tethered only at the nose, with no ground lines to keep it steady.Passengers would have to make their way down a stinging gangway, nearly a quarter mile in the air, onto a narrow open walkway near the top of the mast. After squeezing through a tight door, they would have to descend two steep ladders inside the mast before reaching the elevators.”

Still, though–how sick would that be??

P.S.–does the word “dirigible” bother anyone else??

killdozer3June 4th wasn’t just the anniversary of Tank Man, it was also the anniversary of the Killdozer, the best example of small-town politics gone sour I can think of.

On June 4, 2004, Marvin Heemeyer welded himself shut in a bulldozer and terrorized the small town of Granby, Colorado (population: 1,500). Heemeyer had spent the 18 months prior to this event outfitting his bulldozer with two semi-automatic rifles, a 9mm semi-auto pistol, several video cameras so he could monitor what was happening outside, as well as 12″ concrete and steel plated armor–making his bulldozer virtually invinceable to attacks from the outside. Even the National Guard couldn’t stop him.

After destroying 13 buildings and causing nearly $7Million in damages to the town, Heemeyer’s Killdozer lodged itself into the basement of one of the buildings he was plowing through, rendering the vehicle motionless. Heemeyer eventually shot himself before authorities could break into the machine.

I’m waiting for Amy Poehler’s homage to the Killdozer in “Parks and Recreation”–she better do it, that will be THE best episode ever.

P.S.: Thanks Allie for the tip–would you believe we almost let this anniversary pass us by??

tank-man-tianenman-3724-20090507-5This week (specifically today) marks the 20th anniversay of the Tiananmen Square protests, when student activists were joined by working class peasants to protest the communist government.

Students first started gathering in the square on April 17th to mourn the death of a party official who symbolized anti-corruption. But over the following weeks, unrest continued to spread, paralyzing the country. Martial law was declared towards the middle of May, and the army tried several times to put down the protests and retake control over Beijing. The final bloody assault began June 3rd and continued well into the night of June 4th. By the time morning came on June 5th, somewhere around 5,000 people had died (reports range from 2,600-10,000; the government claims 241 people died). Here’s a really good timeline of the events.

Anyway, there is an amazing documentary by Frontline which chronicles the events of 1989 and also discusses China’s evolution since then. The documentary is called The Tank Man, and I highly recommend watching it!

Here’s the intro–the rest other 5 chapters can be found here.

One of the most interesting parts of the documentary is when they show a picture of the “Tank Man” to Chinese university students–none of them know what this is a picture of (fast forward to 0:45 in the video embedded below). The Chinese government has done such a good job censoring the media that such an iconic picture in the West is unknown to the people who live in the country where it was taken. Just take a look at the side-by-side of Google image results, US vs. results when you do the same search in China–that’s how good they are:

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University students unable to recognize the context of the Tank Man photo (starts at 0:45):

pandadrips China decided to send a Taipei zoo two Panda bears as a gift. Zoo workers became suspicious, though, when the traditionally low libido-ed bears were unusually frisky. Turns out they were normal bears, China just spray painted them. before sticking them on a plane. What, like they won’t find out?? Foo real!!!

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A response to this Huffington Post article.

Taking a middle of the road approach to the news doesn’t mean that you present a topic and have two unqualified people from each side scream at each other for five minutes with limited interruption by the anchor. That approach is something closer to having someone else do your job for you.

Just because CNN divulged itself from taking a political side doesn’t mean it should have divulged itself from journalism, which seems to be their approach. There will always be two sides (or three or four) to every news story, but just because there are doesn’t mean that each side merits the same amount of air time.

It is the journalists’ responsibility to investigate and present the facts behind a story. At that point, if the story merits a partisan response, only then should outside input be included. And the partisan responses should be included in a moderated fashion; no one gains anything when commentators are given a soap box to spew talking points, unchecked by the facts. If a journalists wishes to include outside remarks, they should be responsible enough to hold these commentators to the truth. It’s one thing to have someone else do your work for you; it’s another thing to ask an unqualified partisan to do your work for you.

I stopped watching CNN not because it became too middle-of-the-road but because they were so concentrated and obsessed with that middle that they failed to present the story effectively and truthfully.
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