Category: Broken Girl Media

Film, Television, Radio, and Gaming

My Fetishes?

flashytitle:

greedyagain:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

I’ve always been attracted to the sound women make when they’re feeling particularly small and ineffectual, but I didn’t have a name for it. MTV came to my rescue ten years ago, during a scene on Laguna Beach where two of the hotter, meaner girls were shopping, and one of them was making a kind of whimpering, whiny, squeak as she struggled to grasp an item on a high shelf.

“You’re making the Reaching Noise,” the other one noted.

I am all about the Reaching Noise.

Is there no television you won’t consume?

Laguna Beach was spectacularly trashy and delightful. They’re bringing it back because everything old is new again

They’re… what? You mean someone actually found another big batch of affluent teenagers with bad parents willing to allow their offspring to look that stupid/slutty on telev— wait, of course they did, what am I saying?

@greedyagain : Let’s see… I only watched a few episodes of The Hills. I won’t watch American Horror Story without Jessica Lange. I’ve never watched Teen Mom or any of its derivatives. I have thus far resisted This Is Us. I’ve never seen a full episode of any Kardashian-based show, and never will. I only knew a lot of the D-list reality shows (Dance Moms, Duck Dynasty, Honey Boo Boo) existed because Joel McHale summarized them for me every week. (RIP, The Soup and The Joel McHale Show with Joel McHale.) So there are definitely things I won’t consume.

FYI, for someone interested in the production side of TV, LB was very interesting. Their hyper-produced “reality” was technically impressive and almost as influential as The Real World was in its day.

Also, an 18 year old Kristin Cavallari strutting down the street to “We Got More Bounce (In California)” was a sight that needed to be preserved for the ages.

2-3-2:

Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn in Boxing Helena, 1993

Dear god, she looked good in that. Goddamn.

Speaking of Boxing Helena, and thus Jennifer Lynch, this is where I offer my occasional recommendation that you hunt down a copy of her book, The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer. (It’s available as an e-book from Apple, and probably Amazon, too.) It’s essentially horror-porn, an impressively perverse parade of broken family dynamics, incest, rape, sex trafficking, self-destruction, and that inevitable, brutal murder, all wrapped up in a package you can read in public because it’s just a book about a character from an old TV show.

2-3-2:Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn in Boxing Helena, 1993 Dear god, she looked good…

2-3-2:Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn in Boxing Helena, 1993 Dear god, she looked good…

2-3-2:

Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn in Boxing Helena, 1993

Dear god, she looked good in that. Goddamn.

Speaking of Boxing Helena, and thus Jennifer Lynch, this is where I offer my occasional recommendation that you hunt down a copy of her book, The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer. (It’s available as an e-book from Apple, and probably Amazon, too.) It’s essentially horror-porn, an impressively perverse parade of broken family dynamics, incest, rape, sex trafficking, self-destruction, and that inevitable, brutal murder, all wrapped up in a package you can read in public because it’s just a book about a character from an old TV show.

meleedamage:

CRYING OVER DICK.

For the record, 1950s/‘60s romance comics are the biggest treasure trove of perverted nonsense in all of pop culture. Stories of loss and longing created for young girls, written and drawn mostly by grown men, freighted with creepy stereotypes and questionable morals, and distributed in a package designed to be overlooked by adults. Seduction of the Innocent, indeed.

I’m assuming there are three or four serious dorks who follow me… can anyone put names to the artists on these panels?

The last one’s the only piece I feel fairly confident about: I’m guessing it’s Keith Pollard, being inked by Romeo Tanghal to look like George Perez. The fourth one from the top could be early Gene Colan. And the third from the bottom looks like one of the Buscema brothers. The rest? No clue.