The reason why I love The Newsroom is the scathing critical analysis of news media. Plain and simple. This might be a personal preference because media literacy and criticism is important to me as a teacher and as someone with a degree in communications. But it is an irrevocable fact that The Newsroom is only a good show when it is smartly criticizing media, and that’s why tonight’s finale was lacking.
I’m doing my best to come back from a post-amazing hiatus. To do that, I spent a lot of time watching TV last night. And then I watched more today. Don’t ask me how I kept my five year old niece out of the room while I watched Dexter. It wasn’t pretty. Either way, four things were on television last night, and I intend to run them down for you in a rapid and haphazard fashion consistent with someone who is still dodging a five-year-old looking to play spaceship with my laptop’s new hard drive. Here is what I watched from Sunday night in order of best to worst.
It’s a strange feeling watching The Newsroom. In recent months I’ve grown accustomed to cognitive dissonance, a phenomenon briefly explained as a sense of internal combative thought when faced with two ideas of reality that conflict. The Newsroom presents me with something I know to be true; that there is bias in media that is carefully constructed to sway opinions to radical sides of the political spectrum, but despite knowing this, I am still sometimes drawn into the persuasive sway of media and accept their information without critical analysis.
Louis CK reminds me of what a terrible human being I am. He does it in the most effective way, too. He takes parts of the typical American lifestyle that are taken for granted, deconstructs them to analyze their value, and then perfectly mocks our complete and utter disdain for all of it. I just watched Louis C.K.’s newest special, Oh My God, and I can say with absolute certainty that this man is probably the next Jesus.
There’s a period between young-adulthood and adulthood when the training wheels rust off and you’re forced to either be responsible for your adult life or fall apart completely. It is at this point that a person either needs to stop being self-involved and insecure, or start making a lot of money to allow themselves to continue to be self-involved and insecure. Let’s all not feel bad for Hannah Horvath. Continue reading
Sex is one of the most powerful compulsive basic needs that most people have. People go to great lengths to meet sexual partners and often have sex for the worst reasons, or just to have it. But when we see sex in the media, all we generally see are passionate kisses and powerful thrusts, arched backs and throes of pleasure. Fortunately, Lena Dunham, writer, producer, and star of HBO’s Girls, hasn’t felt any compulsion to give in to that fantasy idea of sex. She has no problem coming out and telling the world that sex is kind of weird, even though we all want it.
I am Hannah Horvath.
I am a creative woman in my twenties who lives in New York. I am a young woman who was molded by the protective and imaginary environment known as “College.” I was told to go forth and create amazing works and be the dream I paid thousands of dollars for. I am currently in a situation that forces me to be thriftier than I ever have before. My sexual history is an erratic mashup of dissatisfying and ultimately awkward sexual and romantic encounters. I am often focused on whether or not people like me instead of figuring out whether or not I like I really like them. I have the grandiose belief that I am the voice of my generation. I have no independent confirmation of this belief. My clothes wear me more than I wear my clothes. I am aware of my attractiveness yet hateful of its faults. I am self-absorbed. I am an idiot.
Who saw the season 5 premiere of True Blood? Were you as undewhelmed as I was?