Sure, some not-so-important things happen during the season finale of "The Real Housewives of Atlanta." Phaedra and Kandi test tasers for Phaedra's new product line of pain-inducing electrical equipment (Phaedra Sparks? Well-played, Phaedra). Kordell and Porsha go to therapy (we may have to touch on that later). But really, this episode is all about Kenya's super fabulous, extra special, one-of-a-kind coming out gala. You know, the one we've been hearing about for weeks because Kenya can't stop talking about it. It's not just a gala, mind you. It's meant to make regular galas look like really crappy kiddie parties that don't even have bouncy houses or cupcakes. No, this is the gala to end all galas, the "Star Wars" of galas, the frozen hot chocolate of galas, the most exciting thing to happen in Atlanta since the airport. And peaches. And Gladys Knight's Chicken and Waffles. We should all just be grateful we can be a part of it through the magic of television.
Last night on "Project Runway," the team challenge format worked about as well as it ever has. Richard, the weakest link, turned in an outfit so subpar (that white skirt? Nonononono) the judges had no choice but to send him home. They anointed Stanley the winner for an adorable A-line dress, and all was well in the world. Well, kind of. Not really.
I haven't always liked Mellie. In the last few weeks of "Scandal," she's been particularly annoying, tiptoeing around the Oval Office, inducing labor to pull Fitz closer, and generally meddling in matters about which she doesn't have all the information. But tonight, Mellie won me over, at least for a little while. Instead of wheedling and manipulating, she finally stood up to Fitz, calling him out on his pouty, cranky behavior (and comes awfully close to calling him a drunk to boot). Honestly, it's news he doesn't want to hear, but I have to think that a moment like this one -- in which his wife serves up the straight, uncensored truth -- may be the only way for him to find respect for FLOTUS again.
You know how every episode of "The Vampire Diaries" tends to have a central theme or issue? This one might be "Psyche!" or "Everything you know is WRONG" or "Only suckers assume, ha!" Nothing is quite what you think it is on this episode, which is all about messing with our expectations. Not that you can have a lot of expectations with this show, which tends to toss more curve balls than Nolan Ryan. But even your eyes will deceive you, whether or not you need glasses. So, that person? Looks like Caroline, but maybe it isn't. Might be Silas. Might not be a person at all. Or maybe it is. Gotcha!
Welcome back to CulturePop! If you listened to us in the first weeks, you'll notice some of our sound is much better and some is not. Unfortunately, I've discovered that my line-in on my Mac isn't working and have to find a time to drag it in for repairs. We also had a little Skype slogginess, but that being said, we're getting there and we hope you'll tune in. Here's the rundown for our seventh podcast:
While it should never come as a surprise when a reality TV couple decides to call it quits, I'll admit I was still a litte shocked when I saw that former Pittsburgh Steelers star Kordell Stewart is filing for divorce from his much-younger "Real Housewives of Atlanta" wife Porsha Williams. Heck, we only just got to some light squabbling between the two of them on the show! It's not that they were a great couple, or even an appealing one. It's just that Porsha seemed so determined to cater to Kordell's every whim that I couldn't imagine why he'd kick her to the curb. Maybe he found a country that sells affordable house slaves.
I've always been a fan of Kathy Griffin and Anderson Cooper, both together and apart. I've loved Griffin's celebrity-poking stand-up acts, her D-list dramas, and her new chat show, which mashes up real people with celebrities to surprisingly good effect. Whether he's reporting real news, rescuing a kid from getting pummeled in Haiti, or just giggling over pee jokes on "Anderson 360" (still love that clip), Anderson Cooper is no slouch, either. Even his short-lived talk show was pretty good.
Together on New Year's Eve, they've proved to be more than the sum of their parts as they counted down the moments in Times Square. He, a slightly prudish foil; she, a merry prankster with a potty mouth who lived to make him blush. The only tiresome part has been CNN vowing repeatedly to bar Griffin from returning after she said or did something offensive, only to bring her back as if she might actually play nice the next time. Like we ever expected nice.
Oh, this is going to be fun! It's the first part of "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills" reunion, and at first everyone is largely well-behaved and almost civil to one another. It takes these gals a while to warm up, it's true. But by the end of the episode, there's yelling and screaming and accusations, just as we expect. Of course, then the question is, which woman is lying? Really, take your pick.
"The Voice" is back, and for the first five minutes of this two-hour marathon show we are reminded how awesome it is compared to, say, other singing competition shows. Cough, "American Idol," cough, "X-Factor," cough cough. "The Voice" cares about the artists! It's not superficial! The voice has Shakira! And Usher! And, you know, Blake Shelton and Adam Levine! And Usher launched Justin Bieber! Take that, Randy Jackson!
Before we get to the blind auditions, the judges perform "Come Together" by the Beatles. Adam Levine is on drums and Usher is on bass. There's Shakira being Shakira! You know, she can play guitar, too,