It’s Trotsky’s would-be 132nd birthday today, and for the occasion, I took a risk that equated to shaking a stick at the Red Army: I sought out the thoughts of some ex-Soviets on the renegade Russky.
During a time where one is so consumed with understanding their own body and beginning to understand the bodies of others, how could you possibly have time to explore the thoughts and emotions of everyday Americans a fawn over Ira Glass?
I almost cried watching The New Girl last night. No, it wasn’t from seeing the show’s Jewish character sweatily crumble to the ground from an asthma induced cramp…
Suburgatory premiered this fall with a real clunker of a name and a fine enough premise about a single dad and his daughter moving from their big city life to the suburbs.
