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Two Olds Text About Television Getting “Younger”

Hilary Duff and Sutton Foster in Younger (Photo: TV Land) Last week TV Land debuted Younger, a new TV series starring Sutton Foster as Liza Miller,  a 40-something woman pretending to be 26 to reenter the workforce. Naturally Karen and Margit had to have a text about this: I struggled through the pilot. I mean, I see the connection to Sex and the City in its superficiality (sorry fans of SATC). Awww, I loved SATC! I just found myself in a constant state of eye roll. SATC was so iconic in its style, thanks in part to Patricia Field’s costuming, and this does not have that (editor’s note: we learned later Field is doing Younger too!). This show feels like they are following fashion trends, not setting them. And SATC didn’t have the gimmicky storyline. Not that anyone wants an updated SATC out of this. Well, maybe Darren Star does! I mean Younger deals in stereotypes (like SATC!) with no wink wink irony — unlike, say, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, which deals in rich character development and satirical over-the-top stereotypes …

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Dating After Divorce: Two Friends Chat About Love, Part Two

(Graphic: Kat Borosky/TueNight.com) Recently, friends and writers Erin Donovan, a columnist for the Bangor Daily News and Marinka of the blog MarinkaNYC.com, sat down in front of their iPhones to chat about dating after divorce. Erin is in her 30s and has three kids. She divorced after ten years with her ex-husband nearly two years ago. She began dating another single parent after a year of believing that she might become one of those people who has an unsavory amount of canaries. She had known her present boyfriend in various non-romantic contexts, which spared her the online dating route, which is what got her married the first time around, thank you very Match. For Marinka, the process was a compicated one, she had to study the overview of the Divorce process in Arizona with a professional, many times in order to feel confident that she was not making a mistake.  Marinka is in her 40s, with two kids. She started online dating soon after her separation, trying sites such as Match, JDate and Tinder. Yes, …

Two Friends — One Black, One White — Talk About Ferguson

We break from our regularly scheduled “Camp” theme for this special piece. Given the recent, horrific, bizarre and revealing events in Ferguson Missouri, we asked two of our regular TueNight contributors, both close friends — Heather Barmore and Stacy Morrison — to have a brief online chat. We asked them to talk about Ferguson from their own perspectives, black and white respectively. Here’s what transpired:   Let’s do this thing. So, Ferguson.  Yes. As I typed that my stomach turned over. It’s so upsetting. It is, and yet it’s good to see this community finally feel empowered to do something. I agree on that. And to see that complicated and complex conversations starting to happen. People who I don’t normally discuss race are outraged and saying something. But conversations also don’t even feel like enough. I really wanted to get on a plane on Monday. I emailed churches. I reached out to community organizers. I wanted to see A THOUSAND WHITE PEOPLE down there in a line facing the (white) police. I still do. On the one …

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She Said, She Said: Let’s Talk About Sex!

So, SEX. Why does it still feel like a taboo topic? It’s only is taboo if you’re female, because women aren’t supposed to like sex or say they like sex OUT LOUD IN PUBLIC. (I mean, the saying in public, not the sexing in public.) I LIKE SEX. There, I said it out loud. Except for at midnight when I’m super sleepy. I have always identified very strongly with the fact that I have a very strong sex drive — and I can’t say that’s always been well-received. By men? By other women? No, not by men, unless they were vaguely threatened (or annoyed) by it. Or he were my boyfriend and felt pressured (it’s happened). It comes off as bragging in women, it’s just “not done.” We’re back to that funny generational thing too: The Boomers right above us were the hippie free lovers that busted out on the scene in nude dogpiles; the ones they always show on those “Remember the 60s” Public TV fund drives. But our parents were usually the “silent …

You Are So Sensitive! No I’m Not!

You are SO SENSITIVE! It’s kind of a slimy word, all those sssses. I hate that insult. Being sensitive is awesome. Especially, um, you know, in the erogenous way. Were you ever called “too sensitive?” I AM ALWAYS CALLED TOO SENSITIVE! Sorry, was I shouting? Ouch, you hurt my sensitive ears. But here’s the thing: I have sensitive senses. i.e. I hear more than most people, I have a great sniffer (I can always tell what perfume people are wearing), and my emo sensor is set to ultra-high. My eyes, however, they age. I too have a very strong sense of smell. There are pros and cons to that. (Peee-yoooo)  But you can’t be creative without being sensitive. Funny thing: being “sensitive” has a negative implication. Yet, expressing “sensitivity” is a plus. But seriously, I’mma say it again: The word sensitive always makes me think about sex. I see you, I feel you. See! “I feel you” = sex. You get to have sex. You’re married. I’m just a sensitive ship alone on the sea. …

In the Middle of the Night: Two Friends, Two Babies, Two Phones

  Christina and I had babies two days apart, and we went through the exact same thing at the exact same time. Even when babies are a just month apart, there are already variances—especially when they are newborns. There is not a shared sensitivity of what is happening right now. Christina shared everything I was feeling, especially in the wee hours of the night.   I don’t think anyone ever impressed upon me just how lonely and long nights can be when you’re the only one up, nursing and bouncing and rocking your fussy, lovely, crying, wonderful baby back down. When most of the world was sleeping and our men were snoring beside us, Christina and I had our babies in one hand and our iPhones in the other. And because we were bent on breastfeeding on demand in the beginning, this meant we were up 2-3 times a night. l was so bleary eyed, crazy tired, falling asleep while sitting up in bed holding on to my blob of a newborn. I am not sure how it started really, …

Is It Ever Ok To Be Foolish with Money?

A regular series wherein we discuss deep topics via instant message. This week Margit Detweiler and Stacy Morrison discuss their “spendy regrets” on a Friday afternoon at 6pm while multi-tasking. So, my friend, how are we defining this thing called “spending foolishly?” I have a hard time with the word foolish. Underneath it all, foolish often means FUN and who doesn’t want that? But yes, I’ve had my spendy regrets. Spendy regrets. Love it. Give me an example. I just made a foolish purchase today. I absolutely could have found a perfectly fine piece of furniture for about 1/10th of what I paid. But I fell in LOVE with an aged-wood credenza. The masterful handiwork! The crossed-iron base! And I have to say, the love I give to that piece, I will get back for decades. So no regrets. So that’s not really foolish then? “If it makes you happy…” to quote Ms. Crow. What are the things you will *always* spend money on? Like for me, it’s a comfortable seat with a great view. On …