Contrary to apparently 100% of the commentariat on TLo, I love that hat. Sorry, everyone. Sorry. If it had been in a color more flattering to her, a muted turquoise or pink or moss, perhaps, and worn with the appropriate hair (think Lady Mary), and the right outfit this would’ve been fabulous.
As it stands, it’s audacious and makes me want to hug her so tightly…
…as a ploy to accidentally knock it off her head while I whisper, “Girl, no. Nuh-uh. Not in this color. Not in that hostess getup. No.”
There is on Cinemax a new show called The Knick. If the dialog is sometimes clunky, it’s still everything I could ever wish for in a show: period drama, unique and creative soundtrack, fascinating characters, meticulously researched, thoughtfully costumed—not just pretty fluffy ball gowns and suits, but costumes that look like clothes real people wore—brilliantly acted, fantastically directed…
Well. It is Steven Soderbergh’s baby. It also stars a wonderfully cold yet moody Clive “Warren” Owen and
Rebecca De Mornay a particularly magnificent Andre Holland as the leads.
Watch the show, and then follow welcometotheknick for the best fandom created gifs and screenshots and attheknick for official trailers and Barrow’s diary. You’ll thank me. You really will, or else we have completely different tastes in entertainment and will be as bewildered by mine as I am by yours. Either way, it’s fun!
There’s just no way I’ll ever be able to gush about this show, though. The last time anything made me this happy, this completely and utterly pleased with life and the universe and the grubby goings on of this rotten earth, I was getting
boned eighteen ways from Judgment Day making love for the first time with the first man I’ve ever loved.
I can’t explain that lovemaking. I don’t know if I should even try. But I am an ambitious idiot, so I’ll attempt to try.
The point is every time I think about that night, I still feel like true happiness suckerpunched me and every time I watch The Knick, I feel the exact same way.
There’s something very wrong with me, is what I’m saying.
While The Knick is a work of fiction, it is based on exhaustive historical research. Below, the show’s writers share some of the true facts of the era that are depicted in this episode.
Abigail’s contraption is a real piece of equipment worn by people who had lost their nose to syphilis.
But what was Herm doing to that pig?!
While The Knick is a work of fiction, it is based on exhaustive historical research. Below, the show’s writers share some of the true facts of the era that are depicted in this episode
Lucy’s riding the relatively modern “safety bicycle” with two equal-sized wheels – as opposed to the…
You’ve left out my favorite bit from this episode: during surgery, they mention Hunter’s ligation, a technique for treating aneurysms developed by John Hunter in 1785.
I’ve done something horribly, terribly wrong with my life to not receive amazing press kits from period dramas. Well. Hopefully AMC’s John Hunter pilot will be picked up and if it’s even half so amazing as The Knick, I will be very content indeed.
If it’s somehow even more amazing than The Knick and they send me an awesome press kit, I’ll probably disappear in a puff of glee.
Luckily, it’ll probably be disappointing and I’ll seethe that there will never be a Hunter biopic starring James McAvoy who, if not a perfect likeness, has something about him that reminds me of Hunter’s dreamy portrait. He’d be amazing in that role.
Anyway. The Knick is pretty damn grand and I’m kind of in love with the cadence of stiff and proper upper class American accent of the period. It’s not easy to pull off, but Juliet Rylance does a great job.
Between the Old Spanish and the Generalissimo turning out to have been Manolo Colon and now this, I’m starting to think that 30 Rock was right about Mad Men all along.
I’ve really wanted a mohawk for over 2 months. My mom told me it would look horrible, my dad told me I’d look weird, even one of my friends told me it might make me look “fat” since I have a round face. I was going to lose some weight before I cut my hair, but last week I got fed up with…
That’s it. That’s the plus size section at the Target here.
target’s new plus line, ‘three day temp assignment chic.’ about three unique outfits’ worth of clothes to wear to an office where you’re basically invisible anyway. where was target the one time in my life that i was in this situation?!
Can’t we do something about this? Can’t we round up enough people on tumblr and twitter and facebook to bombard Target and say that this is unacceptable? That we demand they change back to the way things were or even (gasp!) improve? Their previous plus range wasn’t exactly plentiful, but it was colorful and had enough cute things to balance out the matronly garbage. The sizing was decent and mostly consistent, going up to a 28. I could go to Target and know 9 times out of 10 that I could just buy something off the rack in my size and it was going to fit. Now, even if there was anything in the store I even wanted, I feel like I have to try it on. I was a 2 in the old line. Now I’m barely fitting into their new version of a 3 without having gained an ounce. I have friends who were sized out completely.
This…this is just unacceptable. Yet so far most people have just shrugged and moved on. Like we always do. I mean, why not, right? There are so many options online… We can just take our money elsewhere, right?
I’m tired of that. I’m tired of rolling over and taking the crapshoot that is buying online. I’d like to be able to just walk in a damn store and pick up a cute little dress for under $30 and be able to wear it the same day, just because I can. Just because I wanted a little pick-me-up while buying toilet cleaner after a long, hard day at work. Just because I wanted something new to wear on a last-minute date but didn’t want to deal with the mall or spend a ton of money. Just because I feel like it.
Maybe we could even combine this with #plussizeplease and have a day where we all go to Target and tweet pics at them of every damn thing in the straight sizes that isn’t nailed down?