BROWN KNOWSING
Howdy pardners.
I have taken a sabbatical from the blog because it has been a shit show of a summer. My cat died, my mother died, my plumber died and my bank manager died. I endured identity theft, pneumonia, tree falling on garage, tree limbs falling on hydro lines, hole in roof resulting in flooding and electrical damage, new roof, new garage, returned cheques due to aforementioned identity theft, broken tooth ($1,200 ka-ching) – and those are just the highlights.
I am sure I have missed some. Still waiting for the locusts.
I have taken a sabbatical from the blog because it has been a shit show of a summer. My cat died, my mother died, my plumber died and my bank manager died. I endured identity theft, pneumonia, tree falling on garage, tree limbs falling on hydro lines, hole in roof resulting in flooding and electrical damage, new roof, new garage, returned cheques due to aforementioned identity theft, broken tooth ($1,200 ka-ching) – and those are just the highlights.
I am sure I have missed some. Still waiting for the locusts.
But I am still standing. Barely.
I have retreated into reading books and binge- watching TV.
Thank God for The Durrells in Corfu.
Can’t wait for the return of Magnificent
Mrs. Maisel.
Which brings me to my rant, which compelled me back to blog.
I have been catching the new iteration of Murphy Brown and I
have some Brownie points to make. It is getting better. Less self-conscious
for one. It was as eager to please as a non-housebroken puppy and the scent of flop
sweat was palpable.
But here’s a helpful household hint. Candice Bergen needs to
fire her stylist. Bergen is an attractive woman with a post-menopausal body.
Hello, we’ve been there.
For some insane reason they’re insisting on pouring her into
unfortunate blazers that bunch in the back, pull tight on the arms and make no
attempt to go for closure. She looks like she is wearing sausage casing.
Seriously -- she is the fucking star of the show, people! And you don’t put a woman with a tummy bulge into a pair of pants that strain at the seams and hint at camel toe.
Seriously -- she is the fucking star of the show, people! And you don’t put a woman with a tummy bulge into a pair of pants that strain at the seams and hint at camel toe.
In last week’s episode, the news-show gang went to a fancy-shmantzy black-tie event honouring Jim Dial (Charles Kimbrough) and poor
Murph was tricked out in a tight white tuxedo shirt combo with a cummerbund thingy
and enormous black skirt that made her look like a pregnant penguin wearing a bustle.
The shirt collar was cool and the brooch terrific but the silhouette was all
wrong. She should have worn an oversized white tunic over a pair of slim but not
skinny legged tuxedo pants.
Inexplicably they managed to dress tertiary character Phyllis,
played by Tyne Daly who is even curvier than Bergen, in a flattering dress. WTF?
And while we are at it, what’s up with the wigs on Lauren Lee Smith, star of Frankie Drake Mysteries, this season? Egads. The Halloween wigs at Value Village are more credible. Surely Smith can’t be having bad hair days in perpetuity.
At least they have ditched the motorcycle gambit. Did we
really believe Frankie actually rode a bike? Last season all she did was walk one.
Were they trying to butch her up or something? Going for the dyke on a bike look?
Just sayin’.
