Every industry has its absurdities, and also its cynical insiders who go on to reveal its secrets. In his memoir "Adventures in the Screen Trade," William Goldman famously summed up Hollywood -- and also pretty much every other business entity around -- by saying "Nobody knows anything." Nowhere is that case made more transparent (to use another meaningless buzzword) than in "Disrupted: My Misadventure in the Start-Up Bubble," by Dan Lyons, which was released last month and is already a bestseller.
A guy I know joked that the political climate on Facebook has become so cruel and polarizing lately that he almost defriended himself. Ba da bum.
Somewhere, the Clydesdales are sobbing.
Once Donald J. Trump swept Indiana, and then each of his remaining competitors tumbled off the stage, (metaphorically, of course, except for Carly Fiorina) he became the Republican presidential nominee, no presumptive-ness needed.
"Hillary would be a horrible president. The only thing she's got going is the woman's card." That, of course, is Donald Trump, the Republican "presumptive nominee" and freshly minted Tele-Prompter-reading-school graduate, who used the occasion of his five-state-victory-speech this Tuesday to conk his blonde competitor over the head about gender.
At first, I shied away from watching "Confirmation," the HBO docudrama about the 1991 Anita Hill-Clarence Thomas Supreme Court hearings. For the real thing, I remember being glued to the tube for a solid week, horrified and angry, and those feelings are still visceral.
It's always heartening to dig up some historical pop cultural artifact, not only to try to understand its significance at the time, but also to see what it has to say about our lives today. Or at least that's my official journalistic excuse for devoting a column to the topic of Coke's "Hilltop," the now 45-year-old, syrupy, award-winning, monster hit from McCann-Erickson.
Armed with a yellow highlighter, and determined to distill the important insights in this important, almost 400-page book, I dove into the recently published "American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Lives Of Teenagers" by Nancy Jo Sales. But I couldn't even get through the introduction without coloring almost all of the text.
Last week, I'd just seen the news that Ivanka Trump had given birth to her third child, a baby boy named Theodore James Kushner, on Easter day. Ivanka released a photo, looking like her very attractive, not overly made-up or coiffed self, in bed in a hospital gown, holding a swaddled, adorable newborn.
Do you remember the brilliant baptism scene at the end of "The Godfather"? "Do you renounce Satan?" the priest asks Michael from within the church at the end, as we see the blood-spattered corpses littered around town. He does. So forgive me for being overly dramatic, but I couldn't help but think of that scene as I monitored the live Twitter feed of the 4A's Transformation meeting that took place earlier this week in Miami.