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  1. “Fear is a superpower.” – Doctor Who Recap

    September 17, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Doctor Who Accent Is Enough

    Posted by Sage

    Series 8, Episode 4

    Doctor Who rarely does exactly what it says on the tin. (Exceptions include “Dinosaurs on a Spaceship,” which is pretty much…that.) The “Listen” trailer promised a lights-on-all-night ghost story, but the actual episode offered ghosts of a different stripe. The Moffat-penned story is, more than anything, a meditation on fear – the great motivator.

    Fear drives the episode from the very start. In a a beautifully directed monologue, the Doctor wonders if natural selection has developed a creature with the perfect ability to hide. Hypothetically, “alone” might be a false concept. Hypothetically, the creeping discomfort we feel when we think we’re alone might be a response to an actual presence. He frames it as a opportunity for a cold and scientific investigation, but Clara sees the Doctor’s new pet project for what it really is: he has succeeded in totally freaked himself out. (“How long have you been traveling alone?”)

    Doctor Who fish

    In an effort to lure the unknown entity To Catch A Predator-style, the Doctor locks the TARDIS onto Clara’s timeline. Or at least he thinks he does. But one should never underestimate even the most self-assured singleton’s ability to dwell on a bad date, the Doctor and Clara end up outside the West Country Children’s Home, under the window of one Rupert Pink.

    Rupert is trying to sleep but feeling a little antsy. And who can blame him, an orphan living in a drafty mansion in the middle of nowhere? While the Doctor does his digging, Clara – as is the companion’s job – takes control of the human element. I’m thankful the script didn’t drag out the reveal that Rupert would one day grow up, change his name to Danny, join the Army and then the ranks of Coal Hill School’s fine educators. Clara realizes it straight away, and it’s very sweet to watch her comfort the even more vulnerable version of the man she just stormed out on.

    The most frightening episodes of Doctor Who – nay, of anything – are the ones that build on universal fears. Or in the case of Weeping Angels, create them. The events of that night in Rupert’s bedroom dig right into our terror of the unknown. It’s a truly scary scene. Once again, Doctor Who burns a mundane yet undeniably creepy image onto our brains. (And provides us with a very simple method to make our Whovian pals crap their pants.)

    Doctor Who Blanket

    Blankets are now banned from my life.

    What in the damn hell is under there? I’m desperate to know, only it doesn’t actually matter. On my second watch, I squinted my eyes and concentrated on the form over Clara’s shoulder as it stood and dropped the blanket. It’s…a thing. “What’s that in the mirror or the corner of your eye?” It’s usually nothing. Correction: It’s fear itself.

    People don't need to be lied to

    The Doctor explains the scientific benefits of fear to little Rupert in a speech that once again justifies Capaldi’s casting. He can be flippant about his “dad skills” all he wants, but the last of the Time Lords is always going to know how to relate to kids. At least, when he feels like it. For the rest of the time, he’s got his “carer” to keep him in line.

    Clara Twelve Smack

    “Nobody’s safe. Especially not at night. In the dark. Anything can get you.”

    Detractors of this episode and others like it often complain about Moffat “showing off” with these circular developments. But beyond the taking this whole time travel concept out for a walk, this story also raises some intriguing questions about how these people became who they are. A kind, beautiful girl shows up mysteriously in Rupert’s room one night and tells him about “a soldier so brave he doesn’t need a gun,” but can still “keep the whole world safe.” Scrambled memory, we’re told. But look who ends up building wells and freeing villages 20 years later. Heroes aren’t born on Doctor Who. They’re made.

    Doctor Who ProspectsDoctor Who pop ahead and check

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  2. “Stories Can Make Us Fly.” – Doctor Who Recap

    September 12, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Posted by Kim

    Doctor Who Series 8, Episode 3

    “Robot of Sherwood”

    Like Clara Oswald, I have always had a thing for Robin Hood.

    As a child I was entranced by Disney’s Robin Hood.  I loved the catchy songs (Everybody sing! “Ooh-de-lally, ooh-de-lally, golly what a day!”) and the animals dressed as humans (Monica Geller’s nightmare) and all the jokes (which as an Adult, I find it’s definitely one of the most clever classic Disney scripts).  My early teen years were defined by Kevin Costner in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.  To twelve-year-old me, there was nothing more romantic than the moment where, after showing Marian his treasure trove, he wrapped his arm around her and took her down via the rope pulley.  The “Will you do it for your King?” “No.  I’ll do it for you.” exchange wrecked me.

    I mean, COME ON.

    After my first seventh grade dance, I came home upset that I’d never been asked to slow dance (fittingly the last song of the night was “Everything I Do (I Do It For You)”).  I went up to our den, pulled out our Prince of Thieves laser disc (LASER DISC I AM SO OLD) and soothed my wounded soul with Robin of Locksley, prompting my mom to have one of MANY talks with me about making sure that I knew that these stories weren’t real.  Of course I knew it wasn’t real but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t believe in the IDEALS that Robin Hood stood for, I countered.  We could all stand to believe in Robin’s code of honor, in his chivalry, and in his sense of justice.  So needless to say, when I learned that the Doctor would be meeting Robin Hood this season, my reaction was the same as Clara’s…

    Why has no one made a gif of this that flashes “FANGIRLING”? Internet, I expect more of you.

    The plot of “Robot of Sherwood” was simple enough: The Doctor and Clara travel to Sherwood Forest (“MY CHOICE”) where to the Doctor’s chagrin and Clara’s delight they encounter Robin Hood and his merry band of men.  They discover that the nefarious Sheriff of Nottingham (sadly not played by Alan Rickman) has an army of robots and has been gathering gold to fuel their spaceship.  The Doctor, Clara, and Robin must band together to stop said spaceship from destroying the earth.  They do and everyone lives happily ever after, just like in all the stories.  The end.

    “Robot of Sherwood”, penned by our pal Mark Gatiss, was not the most complex or thought-provoking of all time, and that’s completely fine.  Not every episode of Doctor Who needs to be a deep rumination on the human existence…thank GOD it’s not actually.  As much as we love episodes like “Into the Dalek” or “Forest of the Dead” or “A Good Man Goes To War”, it would be exhausting to watch them week after week.  You need episodes like “Robot of Sherwood” and “Unicorn and the Wasp” (which many compared this episode to) to give the audience some RELIEF.  What this episode WAS was the definition of a good old-fashioned ROMP, full of zingers and great character moments…and then it smacked you with some feels right at the very end.  It was a fantastic chance for Peter Capaldi to show off his lighter side after the two darker adventures that kicked off the season.

    I VERY much appreciate that Mark Gatiss didn’t try to reinvent Robin Hood here.  He resisted the temptation to make Robin self-examining or dour (don’t even get me started on that Russell Crowe movie, you guys) but truly made him MERRY.  Tom Riley perfectly embodied the cheeky charm of Robin Hood and served as a wonderful foil to Capaldi’s Crotchety Doctor.  It’s no wonder that the entire episode was a drawn out dick measuring contest as Robin and the Doctor bickered and one-upped each other.  The Doctor, in his insistence that there was no way that Robin could be anything but a Robot, was at his petulant best in this episode from his spoon fighting defense of the TARDIS (“Like I said…MY BOX”) to his participation in the archery contest (“I cheated.”).  The Doctor is never a fan of NOT being the most clever person in the room and Robin brought all of that out in him.  And the more riled up he got, the more Robin enjoyed pushing his buttons.  It was a delight to watch.

    Clara: There was supposed to be a plan. Do either of you have a plan?

    Doctor: Yeah, of course I have a plan.

    Robin: I, too, have a plan.

    Clara: Okay Robin, you first.

    Doctor: Why him?

    Clara: Doctor, shut up. Robin, your plan.

    Robin: I am … biding my time.

    Clara: Thank you, Prince of Thieves. Last of the Time Lords?

    Doctor: Yes, I have a plan.

    Clara: Can you explain your plan without using the words “sonic screwdriver”?

    If you did not clap with delight at that scene, then something is wrong with you.  Series 8 has been a great one for Jenna Coleman so far and Clara continued to shine in this episode, from her all out fangirling over Robin all the time (and showing him great compassion) to her being ONE HUNDRED PERCENT DONE with said dick measuring contest between her two heroes to her using her feminine wiles to outsmart the sheriff (and then threatening him when he made a pass at her).  The sheriff’s men had it right when they chose Clara as the ringleader of the group.  She WAS running the show the entire episode.  I feel like finally that they are giving Jenna Coleman solid material (not just relying on her “spunk”…even though that was employed to the fullest extent in this episode.  But in a grounded way) and that they’ve figured out Clara’s character at last (3 good episodes for her in a row = an OFFICIAL trend).  Much like Martha Jones, once they freed Clara Oswald of her crush on the Doctor, her character soared.  A year ago, if you would have told me that Sage and I would be planning to do a Clara ribbon at Long Island Who this year, I would have laughed at you.  But we are.  That’s how far she has come.  Bravo.


  3. Welcome to Sam’s Nightmare – Supernatural Recap

    September 10, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    SPN priests

    Posted by Sarah and Dawn

    Sarah: This week’s episode is all about nightmares. Like the kinds urban legends inspire in me. And the sort that we have when our lives feel so fraught that our subconsciousness tries to work shit out while we’re too unconscious to object. So that is my prediction for this episode: scary and fraught. Probably with Family Dynamics Drama.

    Dawn: Oh, it’s a mythos episode! While I do enjoy some Monster of the Week, the reason I have been a long-time fan of this show is because of how well (most of the time) the writers handle the overarching mythology of each season. Things are about to get a lot more real for the Brothers Winchester, and they still don’t have Daddy John to help them through. So how will Dean handle the changes little bro is going to experience in this episode? My prediction: not well.

    In a continuing effort to theme our gifs, this week we celebrate The Simpsons and the recent marathon of every episode ever on FXX. Let’s do this.

    Bart and Conan

    Season 1, Episode 14: Nightmare
    Written by: Sera Gamble and Raelle Tucker

    The story so far is all about family, family, family. We get flaaaaaaames, how Sam wants to find Dad, and a reminder that Sammy is having some pretty weird shit happening up in his noggin. We also great a great shot of Dean’s very uncomfortable face following Sam’s revelation about prophetic nightmares. We couldn’t get a gif of that, but this works pretty well:

    Homer screaming

    We can’t really blame Dean.

    So, we open. No chyron this time. Hrm. Wonder what that could mean. A car blasting “Running on Empty” rolls into the driveway of a suburban home and the camera lingers on a Michigan license plate. The episode’s first Future Deadshirt (Deadshirt!Driver – why are they always D!D? SPN is turning into a valid argument for never driving anywhere ever, unless you’re in Baby) looks back in alarm as the garage door closes, seemingly of its own free will (this is why we should never let our gadgets think for themselves). Then, the car locks itself and turns on, because somebody at SPN has clearly read Christine. The radio starts traveling from station to station as the car fills with carbon monoxide and the driver struggles to escape. He dies, terrified and suffocated. That’s bad.

    Suddenly, though, it’s not D!D or anyone finding him. It’s a very confused Sammy, clearly having just woken up. We flash between shots of his face and the awfulness that just happened in a garage somewhere, and we feel about as WTF as Sam does. He sits up in bed, wakes his brother, and is very clear: “We have to go. Right now.”

    Dean is confused but this is Sammy, so he gets his fine ass out of bed and the next thing we know, it’s Baby, speeding through the rainy night. Sam is on the phone, using our first Alias of the Week: Detective McReady. Detective McReady has a badge number and everything, and he reports a “signal 480 in progress.” Since he also has a license plate number, it seems the people on the other line are taking him seriously.

    Dean tries to convince Sam that this is just a nightmare, just a plain old nightmare like everyone has. But his argument is proved invalid when Sam’s phone call produces a real name and a real address. Dean becomes a lot more concerned when they arrive in Saginaw, Michigan, just in time to see the body bag getting zipped up. Sam looks sad. Dean’s expression is a bit more like this:

    Homer why must life be so hard

    After the credit sequence, Sam and Dean work the crowd for info. Happily, Sam has walked up to the most talkative neighbor in existence ever, who tells the boys that Jim was a church-goer who seemed “so normal,” and who died only an hour or two before — right while Sammy was dreaming about it.

    Sam wants to know why he’d be having prophetic dreams without getting enough of a chance to do something to stop it. Clearly Scary Demonbits didn’t include any notes on how psychic powers sometimes work. Also, Sam is convinced this was murder of the supernatural kind. Dean is not convinced, but from the expression on his face, it’s pretty clear that he doesn’t give two fucks how it happened, really, because there is something way more important going on — he is worried about Sammy. Very worried. So he tries to hide it by being a dick, because Dean. “You look like crap.” “Nice. Thanks.”

    Dean wants to talk to the family. Sammy insists that they’re grieving and won’t want to. But Dean has himself an idea.

    The next morning brings our second Alias of the Week – one that is “a whole new low” for them, according to Sam.

    Simpsons priest

    Yup, that’s right – the Brothers are impersonating Fathers. And, lo, the world of fan fiction did tremble at the very thought. Even Dawn is thinking back to her Catholic school days in a whole new light.

    So Dean (ahem, Father Simmons) and Sam (Father Freely) are the new junior priests over at St. Augustine’s. While Dawn mutters the Act of Contrition to herself for all the things she is thinking about the Winchesters in their priestly vestments, it’s no surprise that Winchester Charm gets them into the house immediately. D!Jim’s brother is pissed and wants fuck all to do with men of the cloth, but his widow (BETH BRODERICK from Sabrina the Teenaged Witch, and lately, Under the Dome) is super thankful.

    Sarah: So am I. Beth Broderick is a talented actress with an amazing voice. I hope she is in all the scenes.

    Father Dean is thankful for the repast food, which he doesn’t hesitate to sample, much to the chagrin of Bitchface.

    Homer eating

    “Tone it down,” Sam cautions quietly. Anyway, Mrs. Deadshirt is crushed and confused by her husband’s apparent suicide. She’s more than happy to have her son, Max — who found his father’s body — talk to Father Sammy. Meanwhile, Father Dean asks a bunch of leading questions about trouble with their house, but there’re none of the usual signs — no weird leaks, electrical shortages, or odd settling noises at night. With that line of questioning getting him no where, Dean asks to use the restroom. Sure. Snoop city, here Dean comes.

    Father Sammy is also striking out with Max, who looks older than Sam and is also brooding in the creepy way: dead eyes, the whole nine yards. Sam tries to be cute and sympathetic, and Max is having none of it. Max is angry and mourning and therefore immune to Puppy Dog Eyes.

    Upstairs, Dean has what looks like a model iPad he couldn’t possibly have owned back in 2006 when this ep originally aired. It’s got all kind of stuff attached to it including what looks like laser beams, but it’s not yet another funky homemade Winchester EMF detector — this time it’s an INFRARED THERMAL SCANNER, ladies and gentlemen, and we’d like to point out how INSANE it is that Dean thinks he is a stupid brother because WTF it has laser beams. Anyway, he sweeps for spooky stuff and finds nothing, then hears someone coming up the stairs. It’s Sam. Who has also found nothing. Looks like they broke out those collars for nothing. Except, you know, our edification.

    Back at the MoW, Dean cleans their traveling armory because the Winchesters are aptly named, while Sam tries to figure out what the hell is wrong with the Millers — and himself. Dean is pretty sure there’s nothing supernatural about the house. Sam tries to continue theorizing but something is clearly wrong from the way he keeps squinting his eyes and rubbing his forehead. And just like that, he’s overcome with the world’s worst supernatural migraine. Dean is at his brother’s side in seconds and we discover that just like Angel’s Doyle and Cordelia, Sam is now having visions while awake. This cannot be good.

    This time, he’s seeing Deadshirt!Jim’s bereaved brother, Roger, who is enjoying a nice beer in the privacy of his own home. He probably can’t hear the ominous music. Or notice the black shadow that moved across the room. Or see the window open all by itself. Are we about to have our first Deadshirt! by defenestration?

    NOPE. It’s way worse than that. Roger notices the open window; he closes and locks it. It unlocks itself and opens again. Nothing about this is good. Also Roger is an idiot, because when your LOCKED WINDOW opens itself, the last thing you do is STICK YOUR HEAD OUT OF IT because now you’ve turned it into a lovely apartment-sized guillotine. Cue massive blood splash.

    We focus back on the MotW and Sammy’s desperation: “It’s happening again. Something’s gonna kill Roger Miller.”

    Off they ride in the trusty Impala. Sam gets the address; it’s pretty clear that his head is still aching. Dean grumbles about the possibility that Sam will puke inside of Baby, because upholstery. Sam is worried about the possibility that his show is suddenly copycatting the House of Whedon (oh, sorry — that’s Sarah’s fear). Actually, Sam is just flat out goddamn frightened about what is happening to him. It’s nice acting on Jared Padalecki’s part because despite the fucking weirdness that he is dealing with, when he talks he is nothing but a scared little brother wanting big brother to fix it all, or at least explain why it’s happening. Dean is gruff, but determined: “I don’t know, Sam, but we’ll figure it out. We’ve faced the unexplainable every day. This is just another thing.”

    Sam isn’t buying it — he thinks this is freaking Dean out. It’s possible Dean hesitated a little too long before denying any such freak out. For all the Winchester Charm when it comes to other people, these two are complete crap at lying to each other. (At least, in season one… )

    They get to Roger Miller’s, and Roger is still alive! But they freak him out and he won’t talk to them because he thinks they are crazy missionaries.

    Flanders narrowing eyes

    So they break into the building by way of the fire escape. Despite some pretty damn impressive climbing skills, they don’t make it in time — they hear the sound of the window slamming on vertebrae and arrive at the bloody evidence. Though how they missed the decapitated head falling down into the street, we have no idea. Sam looks understandably nauseous, but before he can say anything about it, Dean tells him to start wiping down their fingerprints so the cops won’t trace them to the scene. Dean takes a look inside via a non-bloody window and finds NOTHING.

    Back on the street, Sam says that he saw something in his vision, some kind of black shape. He is convinced a vengeful spirit is stalking the men in the Miller family. And that’s something the Millers and the Winchesters have in common, according to Sam: “Both our families are cursed.”

    Dean is offended. This happens:

    Supernatural cursed

    Supernatural pretty dark

    Supernatural you're dark

    It’s adorable in that Winchester Brothers gallows humor kind of way, and it makes us feel like this:

    Homer watching TV

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  4. In Appreciation of Miranda Hobbes

    September 9, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Miranda never had an opinion

    Posted by Sage

    Back in college, I had an “I’m A Carrie” top that I procured in some juniors department or another and proudly wore around campus. I figured I had to be a Carrie. I liked to write. My inner monologue was sprinkled with questionable puns. And she was the heroine. Ah, young Sage. You loved Sex and the City, but you didn’t quite get it yet. (Check out Kim’s amazing Carrie Appreciation post here!)

    It’s been ten years since I bought that top and I’ve lived in New York City for most of them. And I’ve come to understand, embrace, and proudly proclaim that I am not a Carrie. I’m a Miranda. If only they still made that merch.

    Each of the girls has been maligned by a portion of the TV-watching population that has conveniently forgotten how groundbreaking this series was. But Miranda (and Carrie, to be sure) bears the full brunt of it. I won’t link it here because fuck that, but Buzzfeed once ran a piece entitled “19 Times You Wanted To Slap Miranda On Sex And The City.” (Followed up two months later by “23 Times Miranda Proved She Was The Most Empowering Character On Sex And The City.” Put those two together and Buzzfeed seems to be making the case that women who speak their minds deserve to be…well, you see where I’m going with this.)

    Every Sex and the City character started out as an archetype, and Miranda was “The Career Woman.” And while her ambition is certainly a part of her legacy, it’s not what draws me to her like a soul sister. In the fairy tale of SATC, Miranda is a realist. And unless she had a hefty trust fund, every single girl who moved to the city looking for that Carrie Bradshaw lifestyle got smacked in the face with a heavy dose of reality right around the first time she watched a drunk piss himself on a crowded subway car. Miranda doesn’t expect magic out of her life and knows that anything worth getting is worth working for.

    She just speaks to me, guys. Even when she’s talking about when speaking isn’t at all necessary. (“Sex is not a time to chat.”) I can wax poetic on my fictional OTPs all day long, but throw some actual romance my way and ugh. Stop being weird. Just talk to me, like a person. (“He was looking into my eyes, I was looking for the remote.”)

    I’ve been told that my life might be easier if I kept my opinion to myself more often or let little daily injustices slide off my back. But as far we Mirandas are concerned, there is no life more difficult than one wherein we have to keep our mouths shut. “Maybe it’s time I stopped being so angry,” Miranda says to Carrie. “But what would you do with your free time?” Carrie counters. So long as it doesn’t rule your life, there’s nothing wrong with being a little dissatisfied. How else are things going to get better?

    Here are 10 reasons why Miranda Hobbes should be your guiding light. I know she’s mine.

    1) She’s proudly self-sufficient.

    miranda enjoy my success

    Miranda Hobbes may have her share of issues, but money isn’t one of them. She’s Harvard-educated, hardworking (a little too much so, actually), and eventually becomes a partner in her firm. And then Queen Miranda has to deal with the insecurities that her ass-kicking professional achievements inspire in people around her. At a speed dating event, Miranda strikes out when she leads with her real career, but lands no less than Agent Coulson when she decides to experiment and pretends to be a stewardess. (“I believe the correct term is flight attendant.” “Not if you wanna get laid.”) Even her soulmate Steve Brady has to grow up and learn to handle the fact that Miranda makes more money than him. A power struggle over a nice suit almost ends them for good, and would have, if Steve were less of a man. (I’ll get back to him later, don’t you worry.)

    It’s not just boyfriends and potential hook-ups who struggle with Miranda’s independence. When she’s ready and fully able to purchase her first apartment, Miranda has to deal with an inordinate amount of inane questions. The realtor wants to know why a single woman would need all that space. The lawyer executing the contract wants to know if Miranda’s father will be co-signing for her. Hey Buzzfeed: I’d read that list if you changed the title to “19 Times Miranda Should Have Slapped Some Simple Bitches.”

    Miranda great home

    But the beautiful thing about Miranda is that she clearly recognizes that the outside world’s inability to accept the idea of a self-supporting, unmarried woman is their problem. Why there aren’t entire Beyonce albums dedicated to her, I’ll never know.

    2) She finally let herself fell in love with Steve Brady.

    miranda and steve wedding

    Character assassination in the first movie aside, Steve Brady is a pint-pulling prince. He’s got that adorable New Yawk accent. He loves his dog and his drunk mother. Steve is perfectly content with his gold corduroy suit and his shitty apartment, because what high-powered career could be a better calling than to the one to stand under the bar lights, keep this city perpetually buzzed, and flirt with cute redheads while he’s at it? (“If you leave, I’ll have to listen to those NYU kids with the Amstel Lights discuss Fiona Apple.”)

    Miranda isn’t legitimately worried that her work or her healthy bank account will keep the boys away. What scares the hell out of her is that she won’t be able to let go. That her rigidity, her aversion to compromise, and her high standards will be her only company. (“I am never going to be happy. It’s just not going to happen for me.”) But she didn’t count on Steve Brady fighting for her.

    Miranda it's like you're the guy

    In retrospect, it’s obviously that Steve would end up being it. Poor Skipper wasn’t up to the job. The suits she encountered through work weren’t going to challenge her at all. And Miranda knew that, as unbelievably perfect as he was, Robert was reaping the benefits of the absence of the walls that Steve helped break down. I mean…even though they were technically apart when she had him, she called their son Brady so that he’d carry both of their names. Miranda was hardly desperate for a kid – I don’t think she would have gone through with it if Steve wasn’t the father. EARTH TO MIRANDA. HE’S RIGHT THERE. But bless her heart, I think she held out for a while after that to prove that their non-traditional little family could work. And they were so terrible at not being together. Like, just the worst. (“Whenever something funny happens, I always want to tell you about it.”) But the only thing better than Miranda finally knowing what she wanted and falling apart over it (“I’m in love with Steve. Hold this.”) was Steve’s overjoyed reaction. (“I mean…come on.”)

    Steve Miranda Candle

    My favorite Miranda and Steve moment isn’t a grand declaration or a kiss in the rain or even their perfectly “them” wedding in one of the city’s community gardens. It was in the season 2 episode “Ex and the City,” when Steve comes to Miranda’s apartment after she evades him on the street. It’s not outwardly romantic (“You’ve got a bat in the cave.”), but it’s the first time we see Miranda break down in front of a guy. She lets herself because she knows, with Steve, her emotions are never going to be exploited or thrown back in her face. New York might be home to plenty of guys who are taller or make a better living or have both balls, but the guys who will call you out on being “shitty” while also copping to being “shitty” themselves are few and far between.

    3) Her self-deprecation.

    miranda sexy is the thing

    “How are the most beautiful women in Manhattan?”
    “If we see them, I’ll ask.”

    Someone has to temper Samantha’s unrelenting self-confidence and that someone is Miranda.

    Swag doesn’t have anything to do with how many people you sleep with. And, contrary to popular belief, no one can single-handedly instill it in you. Most of us knock around life in a perpetual state of insecurity. We’re probably wearing the wrong thing. Everyone else here is cuter than we are. That guy likes us…there’s definitely something wrong with him.

    I suspect that many people who find the SATC ladies grating or unfunny are responding to the flouting of the convention that women on TV should either be meekly waiting to be noticed or twirling onstage at the Bada Bing. Let’s celebrate the fact that these four women feel great about themselves most of the time. But let’s also celebrate that Miranda occasionally gets real and voices the self-doubt that plagues so many of us.

    4) She ventured into a borough and then that borough became the most trendy. Coincidence?

    Miranda Steve Brady Brooklyn

    Miranda was dragged out of Manhattan and into Brooklyn, kicking and screaming. Okay, I exaggerate. Mildly.

    It was a sacrifice she made for her family and it’s funny now to see just what a massive deal was made out of their move. If Sex and the City were made today, at least one of the girls would have started out living on Bedford Avenue or in Park Slope. I’m not going to say that it was the Brady-Hobbes family who turned Brooklyn into an artisanal food mecca and home to NYC’s fastest skyrocketing rents. I’m just saying that the timing matches up.

    5) She’s who Carrie goes to for fierce, honest, tough love.

    needy insecure victim

    Without question, Miranda and Carrie’s friendship is the most intense of the show. They’re so alike and so open with each other that, where they differ, they differ strongly.

    As I said before, Miranda’s standards for everyone in her life are sky high. She wouldn’t be so close to Carrie if she didn’t think the world of her. And that’s why it’s so frustrating for her to stand by and watch Carrie make mistakes. Not mistakes in general – but mistakes that, to her mind, lead Carrie to be devalued. Carrie is Miranda’s heart outside her own body. So she takes it personally. In other words, Miranda wasn’t always a fan of Big. (“Why are we still talking about him? He hurt her.”)

    miranda love you

    Kim wrote in depth about Carrie’s affair with Big and what a brave, emotional arc that was for the show to send her on. The blame may lie on her, but nothing about that part of her life was easy for Carrie. Especially not telling Miranda. (“I swear to god, I think my heart just stopped.”) Once, Kim confessed that she’d been holding something back from me because she was afraid of how I’d react. (Nothing like an affair with a married man, so get that out of your heads.) And while it was something that did upset me like she knew it would, I felt a little ashamed. I don’t want to be the kind of person who can’t be opened up to. I want to be the support system, not the judge. But that’s the struggle. Friendships can be forged any old place. But they’re solidified in conflict. In the un-fun stuff. Carrie and Miranda and any friendship worth its salt should be able to survive honesty. Especially when it only comes from a place of wanting the very best this life has to offer for your person.

    miranda carrie crying

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  5. In Appreciation of Carrie Bradshaw

    September 7, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Posted By Kim

    When did it become cool to hate Sex and the City?

    I’ve been wanting to write about SATC and Carrie Bradshaw specifically since last summer when Emily Nussbaum published a brilliant article in The New Yorker about the show’s place in the television pantheon and how the further we get away from it, the more it is called a guilty pleasure instead of groundbreaking.  My initial response to that article was “FINALLY someone gets it.”  I get very defensive of Sex and the City.  I’ve gotten into fights in person and on the internet when people have dismissed the show as “not quality TV” or “not funny”.  I don’t defend it just because I love it and have a strong emotional connection to it.  I defend it because I recognize its place in television history.  I defend it because of the groundwork it laid for other shows featuring strong and emotionally complex women.  Without it, we wouldn’t have Girls, or The Mindy Project (Y’all Mindy Lahiri’s personal life is JUST as much of a mess as Carrie Bradshaw, yet there are no Buzzfeed articles outlining all the ways she is a crime against women), or even New Girl where Jess is just Carrie repackaged into someone “adorkable” because suddenly THAT is what’s more relatable.

    Most of the SATC hate falls firmly on the shoulders of Carrie Bradshaw.  In my research and episode fact-checking for this post, for every article praising her, there would be 20 variations of “Carrie Bradshaw is the Worst Character to have even been on television” (Really? Worse than Karen Cartwright on Smash?) or “These are all the times I wanted to punch Carrie Bradshaw in the face” or “Carrie Bradshaw Lies”.  It both angered and saddened me.  Had I missed something?  Had I been watching the show wrong the entire time?  I embarked on a series rewatch (which I do every couple of years) and found that no, I wasn’t watching the show wrong.  I think people look at CARRIE in the wrong way.  So many of the aforementioned articles called out Carrie’s lifestyle as being terrible and that’s she a terrible person for women to model themselves after.  Does Sex and the City ever advocate that you should live your life just  like Carrie or that she is some sort of role model?  No.  Then why do people think they should live their life just like her?  She’s a television character, people!  And really…there is only one character I would advocate living your life like, and that’s Leslie Knope.  Because even Queen Dana Scully has her emotional issues and is at the center of a global conspiracy.

    I digress.

    When I watch Sex and the City, I don’t watch it to see how I should live my life.  I didn’t move here at 22 thinking that my life was going to be Sex and the City (even though that was a common question at my 5 year high school reunion…is New York just like the show?).  Am I a little bitter that my life isn’t strutting around Manhattan in designer shoes and going to all the hottest restaurants?  Sure.  But that’s because I’m poor, not because that’s what Carrie Bradshaw told me my life should be like.  I watch Sex and the City for the characters and the stories they tell.  I watch because I see four very complicated women just trying to figure their shit out against the glittery backdrop of a fairy tale Manhattan.  I watch because while I’m not trying to live my life like them, I see myself in them. I have found as I have gotten older that I EMPATHIZE with Carrie and her journey more and more.  I have sat and watched episodes and have been wracked with feelings because I HAVE BEEN THERE.  I’ve been in relationships that have made me a bit crazy and question everything I have valued about myself.  I have had countless brunches and happy hours with my girlfriends over analyzing every detail of a conversation.  I’ve had the late night phone calls with Sage (my Miranda) where I’ve needed her to both listen and to give me the hard truths I’m afraid to hear.  So while I may not BE Carrie Bradshaw, I understand her.  And that’s why I get protective of her when people hate on her.  Because in a way, I feel like it’s hating on me.

    Originally, this post was going to be called “In Defense of Carrie Bradshaw”.  Over the course of struggling to write it (as those who follow me on Twitter know I have been trying to write this for a VERY LONG TIME), I found that I was coming at it from the wrong angle.  Once I realized what the angle SHOULD be, the words came pouring out.  Carrie Bradshaw doesn’t need my defense.  She doesn’t defend herself to anyone and that’s what makes her so wonderful.  What she DESERVES is my appreciation.  Thus, I give my top 10 reasons for appreciating Carrie Bradshaw…


    1) She falls on her face over and over again and GETS BACK UP.

    This is what I love about Carrie Bradshaw: she is a MESS.  She stays out all night drinking with her girlfriends and oversleeps for a photo shoot and then winds up on the cover of New York Magazine with the VERY hostile question marked headline of “Single and Fabulous?”.  She secretly follows her boyfriend to church only to drop a hymnal from the balcony in the middle of the service.  She hosts a party to see her banner on a bus only to see that someone has drawn a dick in her mouth.  She bumps into a hot guy and spills condoms from her purse.  She slips and falls in Dior.  She trips on her heels in a fashion show wearing nothing but a coat, a bra, and some crystal studded panties (“Oh my GOD, she’s fashion roadkill!”).  But you know what?  Carrie ALWAYS gets back up, brushes herself off, smiles a “Yeah, that just happened” smile and KEEPS GOING.

    I think that same philosophy applies in her dating life.  Love kicks the shit out of Carrie Bradshaw on a regular basis. She dates guys like the Politician who wants to pee on her (and then dumps her for writing a sex column) and the guy with the amazing family who just gets a little too excited when it comes to having sex and the jazz musician with ADD.  She dates men who aren’t capable of handling the amount of woman that she is (BERGER) and men who are more interested in forcing her into a predetermined box in their life (THE RUSSIAN).  She has the incredibly complex and painful relationships with Big and Aiden where her own choices hurt her and her partner as much as theirs did (don’t worry, I’ll get to her mistakes later).  This track record would have broken lesser women.  Not Carrie.  She picks herself up after every bad date or soul crushing relationship, has a few cocktails with her girls to ease the pain, and then puts herself back out there in her quest for love.  She never gives up on finding great love.  She always tries again.  RESPECT.

    2) Her Style

    Carrie Bradshaw is a fashion icon.  Sure some of the outfits Carrie wore were ridiculous (I’m looking at YOU the final outfit in the Season Three Finale) but she always OWNED whatever she wore.  The clothes never wore her.  She had a sense of style that was unique to her personality and she used her outfits as a way to express herself.  She wasn’t a slave to trends, but defined them.  She wore everything with confidence and strutted (“Do I strut?”) around Manhattan firmly believing she looked fabulous.  I see her confidence now in Mindy Lahiri as she wears bright colors and clashing patterns with absolute glee (“What are you talking about? I look adorable. I look like Keira Knightley running errands.”).  It’s a confidence we should all aspire to have, quite frankly.


    3) She Lives Beyond Her Means

    I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking “HOW can you say living beyond her means is one of Carrie’s best qualities, Kim?”  This is not a post telling you that you should live your life like Carrie Bradshaw, it’s a post celebrating what makes her a real and a character you can relate to.  Who DOES live within their means?  I certainly don’t.  When I first moved to New York, I often lived on Ramen and Easy Mac so I could go see Rent every Sunday.  Like Carrie and her issues of Vogue, I felt going to the theatre fed me more.   I’ve had instances where I look at my bank account and wonder where my money went (and then I see all the Doctor Who art on my walls).  If MY building were to suddenly go co-op, I would be screwed too because I choose to spend my money going to fan conventions and getting my picture taken with celebrities (NO REGRETS).  I’ll probably NEVER be able to buy an apartment as long as I am at my current salary and live in New York…so my money is often spent on what makes me happy. Is that the wisest way to live?  Maybe not, but for me, it’s the only way I know how.  So I completely understand Carrie’s financial issues.  I may not see my money in my closet or in my collection of Louboutins (I WISH) but I see it in the collection of convention lanyards hanging on my bathroom door.

    Also everyone who gets snooty and yells at Carrie about her financial stupidity…show me YOUR massive pile of savings before you judge.

    4) Her Love Affair With New York City

    “When you are single in New York, there is no end to ways to fill your days. Museums, parks, theatres, concert halls, nightclubs and countless restaurants. But one of the most amazing things about living in New York is that any night, you can go…to Paris.”

    I visited New York for the very first time 20 years ago (well, the first time I remember anyway.  My parents brought me to New York for the FIRST time when I was a year old).  It felt like coming home for the first time.  I knew, even at 15, that I would live here one day.  I moved here in October 2001 (all by myself, knowing NO ONE) and never looked back.  At the risk of sounding pretentious, you must have a certain temperament to make New City your home.  You have to love it with every fiber of your being even when you want to kill tourists on a daily basis.  This city kicks my ass on a regular basis, but the sheer amount of LIFE in the city also sustains me.  There are times that my parents ask me why I don’t leave New York (usually when I bemoan the fact that I will never be able to afford to buy a place) and I look at them dumbfounded.  Leaving New York isn’t an option for me and it was never an option for Carrie (jaunt to Paris with the horrible Russian aside) no matter how horrible her finances got.  If Big is the Chrysler Building, Carrie Bradshaw is the Empire State Building.  You can’t have New York without it and you can’t have New York without her.  It’s always been said that New York was the 5th leading lady on the show and it’s true.  It’s one of the (MANY) issues with the second movie.  You don’t take Carrie out of New York.  It is the true OTP of the show, even above her friendships with the ladies.

    My New York Existence may not be on the same glamorous level that Carrie’s is (it is only on occasion), but I fall in love with the Candy Colored Version of the City we see through her eyes every time I watch an episode of Sex and the City.  And then I remember I live here.  And I smile.  It’s the hardest, most complicated, and most amazing relationship of my adult life.  I wouldn’t change a thing.

    “If Louis was right, and you only get one great love, New York may just be mine…and I can’t have nobody talking shit about my boyfriend.”


  6. “Is that what we really learned today?” – Doctor Who Recap

    September 2, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Doctor Who Clara Carer

    Posted by Sage

    Series 8, Episode 2
    Into the Dalek

    Maybe the episode’s theatrical release is to blame for this, but “Deep Breath” didn’t feel as much like a series premiere as it did a Doctor Who movie, the sequel to which we would get in a few years. And so throughout this past week, I had to periodically remind myself that we are truly in the midst of a brand new season of Doctor adventures and that Saturday night would bring another spanking new story.

    Episode 2 took us “Into the Dalek” and further into the state of our latest regeneration’s psyche. Moffat sees no point on holding out on us anymore, re: the fascist children of Skaro. They figured memorably into the series 7 premiere (perhaps most so when precious flower Rory Williams tried shushing one) and here they are again – only the second villain that Twelve has faced.

    Their run-in happens after the Doctor rescues Journey Blue, a pilot whose craft lost contact with its command ship in the middle of a firefight. The Doctor is concerned enough to make a pit stop on the way to delivering Clara the coffee he promised back in “Deep Breath” to materialize the TARDIS around Journey, saving her life, but incapable (or unwilling) to show her much compassion about the death of her brother Kai, who was strapped in next to her. Understandably rankled by the imperious gentleman in front of her, Journey keeps her weapon raised and demands that he deliver her back to command. Silver fox or drunken giraffe, the Doctor’s stance on guns is never going to change. (“Not like that, not like that. Get it right!” or, in other terms, “Drop the gun and say the magic word.”)

    Doctor Who you've got all the guns

    The Aristotle is parked in an asteroid belt, shored up against a Dalek invasion. Colonel Blue (Hey, it’s Tyres from Spaced!) is taking no chances and wants to shoot and dump the stranger, but it’s the Doctor’s name that saves his life. There’s a patient in need…and on wheels. His services are needed. There’s just one problem: Twelve’s bedside manor is already questionable. Now he’s going to Patch Adams a Dalek? This’ll go well.

    He may not be the warmest life form on the Aristotle, but the Doctor is smart enough to know when to call in reinforcements. Before tackling the problem before him, he swings over to Coal Hill to pick up his “some other word.” Not because she’s an expert in Dalek anatomy, but because Clara might have the answer to the question that’s plaguing him. “Clara, be my pal. Tell me: am I a good man?” And if there was ever a time to be sure of his righteousness, it’s right before the Doctor willingly dives straight into the heart of his greatest enemy. Okay, so there’s another problem: Clara isn’t sure either.

    Doctor Who not my boss

    “Do I pay you? I should give you a raise.”

    That’s the essence of Clara though. She’s sticking around to find out. She doesn’t seem troubled by her inability to reassure him. It’s enough for her that he’s even asking the question. Like Kim said last week, this series is finally introducing us to the true Clara Oswald. And she’s magnificent. Last season never made a convincing case for why Clara wouldn’t move right into the TARDIS, especially when she was unfortunately saddled with an afterthought of a Doctor crush in the wretched Christmas special. Now we know. “Control freak” is the blunt term for a person who wants to maintain control of her life and takes comfort in being the decider. Rose Tyler was bored and ran away. Martha Jones was smitten and didn’t want to miss a thing. Donna Noble was escaping the life she saw so clearly laid out in front of her. Amy Pond was alone and confused until traveling the galaxy helped her to know her own heart. Clara Oswald wants to see “something awesome,” but she also wants to go from being an okay teacher to a great one and to have a few at Cathy’s going away thing and to flirt with the new guy in the hallway. Maybe our eventual goodbye to Clara will come once she’s seen enough, but that day won’t be coming anytime soon. How do I know? From the look on her face when the Doctor shows her the malfunctioning creature. “A Dalek so damaged it turned good. How do I resist?” That face says, “that’s my guy.”

    Clara, the Doctor, Journey, and two soldier-babysitters strap into the Aristotle’s molecular nanoscaler, not to be lasagna but to be miniaturized so that they can be inserted directly into the ailing Dalek to see what’s what. “A fantastic idea for a movie,” the Doctor says (1966’s Fantastic Voyage), and also good enough for a Tom Baker episode and a pretty decent Wizards of Waverly Place. “Slide, slide, slippedly slide,” Coolio might say, wherever he is.

    There’s a run-in with the Dalek’s antibodies, a security force discovered by ill-fated military man Ross, who clearly hadn’t seen Fantastic Voyage or even Osmosis Jones for that matter. The rest of the group meet “Ross” again in the Dalek’s feeding tube; the Doctor takes this opportunity to make a rather crass joke about his death. The Doctor is never in his most personable mode when the Daleks are nearby. They bring out a single-mindedness in him that threatens to mow down everything in its path. (Though he still finds the time to name the Dalek – adorably – Rusty.)

    The Dalek’s single-mindedness meanwhile? Nowhere to be found.  A trionic radiation leak has been slowly poisoning poor Rusty, expanding its consciousness and giving it new perspective on the universe. “I saw beauty,” it tells the Doctor. “The silence and the cold. I saw worlds burning…I saw more. The birth of a star.” Okay, fine. How exactly does that experience translate to giving up the life of a brutal killing machine? “Resistance is futile,” Rusty declares. “Resistance to what?” “Life returns. Life prevails.” In other words: life, uh, finds a way.

    Ian Malcolm shirtless

    Isn’t that right, Dr. Malcolm?

    Strap in for the epiphany of a lifetime: wider experience makes people (and Daleks, apparently) more tolerant. You all understand the metaphor – because you’re smart and because that Doctor Who symbolism has never been accused of being subtle.

    Unfortunately for our heroes, Rusty’s breech is easily mended with a sonic (“An anticlimax once in a while, it’s good for my hearts.”), leaving the adventurers inside a Dalek who just remembered its true nature and the rest crew of the Aristotle standing guard over the same. What’s worse? Rusty reopens communications with the rest of the Dalek fleet who, if you’ll remember, are surrounding them. Guys, I’m not sure we really thought this through.

    Doctor Who Clara Slap

    So the Doctor skips happily into his fatalistic slump, giving over to his surety of the unchangeable nature of the Daleks. There was no way to “fix” the Dalek without restoring its blood lust. He tried, he failed, whatcha gonna do? “We’re all gonna die in here,” Clara says. “And there’s a little bit of you that’s pleased.” She schools him like he’s the kid in the back of the classroom who’s too cool to care. And suddenly, he gets it. “We can do better.” Someone get this girl a paycheck and – while you’re at it – some nice, cushy benefits.

    While it certainly shines a light on some poor planning on his part, let’s acknowledge that the Doctor is confident that Clara will, in fact, “do a clever thing” and save them all. Clara has been kicking so much ass recently; I’m afraid to get used to it. But this episode in particular is wall-to-wall capable ladies, including Gretchen Alyson Carlisle, who sacrifices herself in the name of the mission and after whom the Doctor is going to name “something amazing.” THAT’S the act of a soldier. And you can’t tell me that the Doctor didn’t soften towards them in general in that moment.

    Doctor universe beautiful

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  7. It’s All Right Cause I’m Live Blogging The Saved By The Bell Story

    September 1, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Posted by Kim

    Happy Labor Day, readers!  I hope your day was full of afternoon drinking and naps like mine was.

    Like most people of my age, I was OBSESSED with Saved By The Bell as a Tween.  It completely influenced what I thought High School would be like.  It made me want to work at a Beach Club over the summer (damn Nashville and it’s land-locked-ness!).  It made me want to ask for a cell phone.  It made me believe that my friends and I could start a band and become famous or that we could make a calendar and that I would be discovered by a modeling scout.  It taught me that there is no hope in dope.  But most of all, it taught me the dangers of caffeine pills.  Real adult lessons, you guys.

    Tonight, that gem of a TV channel, Lifetime, brings us the Unauthorized Story of the making of Saved By The Bell.  Join me here at 9/8C as I liveblog the best worst movie I am going to watch all the way through.


  8. Get Your Kicks – Supernatural Recap

    August 29, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Supernatural Sam Suit

    Posted by Sarah and Dawn

    Sarah: This is the one about the racist ghosts, right? I predict I will find some very problematic tropes in this episode. Also, I am guessing that they knew from the get that they were going to call episode 13 “666” because it is Supernatural, tropes are tropes.

    ANYWHO. I am ready to be distracted, even if it is by an episode which I predict will make me feel tremendously unimpressed by its ham-handed handling of racism in America as sort of solved in 45 minutes by two very traditionally handsome white men.

    Woah. Maybe this episode should watch out. I’m not feeling very friendly, even to the hot and do-gooding brothers Winchester.

    Dawn: This week I had the flu. In Florida. In August. Also I have two large dogs, and I work for myself. So basically, sick days? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yeah, it was not pleasant. This is the first day all week that I have been upright for more than ten minutes, and I am drowning in deadlines. But I am here for you, SPN fans. Yes, yes, I am. And since I saw this ep long before the current atrocities were happening, I am not as worried as Sarah. Also, Dean with a girl. The ONLY girl they ever hooked him up with that I actually liked. Let’s get on the road.

    Also to celebrate Saturday, August 24, and the premiere of the new season of Doctor Who, it’s all Doctor gifs, all the time. Except for when it’s SPN. So…

    Doctor Who 11 Allonsy

    Season 1, Episode 13: Route 666
    Written by: Eugenie Ross-Leming and Brad Buckner

    The Story So Far: The recap is still happening – only now it tells us that Sammy has “gotta find Dad” because it’s all he can think about. “We KNOW,” says everyone who has been watching episodes 1-12. Sammy is a little obsessive.

    Chyron Person informs us that we’re in Cape Girardeau, MO. Sarah has decided that we are going to call it Gerard Depardieu for the rest of this recap because she feels like it, and Dawn is so punchy from being sick that she considers this to be hysterically funny and possibly Sarah;s best idea ever. Also, hey, remember Gerard Depardieu? He turned out to be way problematic.

    Sarah: I also need to say that right now recapping an episode about racism that takes place in suburban/rural Missouri feels pretty loaded given recent events.

    Dawn: I took way too many historical criticism classes in college to compare a TV show that originally aired in 2006 to recent events, and also the world is a fucking awful place and I refuse to let it take my boys from me.

    It’s about to feel way more loaded now that we’re watching a black man driving his car down a street deserted…aside from a GIANT FREAKING SEMI truck whose presence makes our Deadshirt!Driver’s radio short out, and then bears down on his car, all the while gunning its engine. The horrible truck speeds and speeds, surprising Deadshirt!Driver, who tries to get away (though we already know he won’t, because this is the teaser). Suddenly, just as quickly as it appeared, the evil truck of doom is gone and D!D’s radio returns to normal. He gets just enough time to take a relieved breath or three before the truck reappears — this time, stopped dead in the middle of the road and facing him. D!D makes a three-point turn and prepares to get the hell out of there when the truck takes after him again. This time, it hits his car repeatedly and runs him off the road before vanishing mysteriously. The car is totaled and its occupant most assuredly deceased.

    Cut to Sam and Dean at a gas station. Sam thinks he found a quicker route through PA – “around that construction.” Dean informs him that they’re no longer headed for the freedom state, as an old friend of his has called – her father was killed the night before, and she thinks “it might be our kind of thing.” She never, ever, never would have called if she didn’t need the brothers, Dean informs Sam. So they need to head to her immediately.

    Doctor Who Hmmm

    Right, Ten? We’re certainly intrigued. So is Sam. He’s also a little bit tickled — not not by the destination, but by the revelation that his gruff big brother managed to date a real live human person for more than one night. But gruff Dean is gruff and he is not a in a sharing mood because SPN Life Lesson #3 is very clear on this, Sammy, and you should know how your brother feels about that.

    Doctor Who Eyeroll

    Nine, we feel you. But Dean is Dean, bless him. “Am I speaking a language you’re not getting here?” he asks, clearly perturbed that they are having any sort of conversation involving the mere possibility that he has feelings.

    Then Sam realizes that the reason she knows what the brothers do for a living is that Dean told her, meaning he broke big family rule numero Uno – the one he never broke while dating Jessica.

    Sam has gone from zero to furious in a total of about five seconds. The Bitchface is so epic it should probably have gotten its own credit. (Sadly we could not find a gif of the Bitchface form this actual ep, but here’s one that’s damn close.)

    Supernatural Sam Bitchface

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  9. “Please Just See Me.” – Doctor Who Recap

    August 26, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Posted by Kim

    Welcome to a new era of Doctor Who, readers!  It’s been a long wait for new episodes since the (wretched) Christmas special and the goodbye to the Raggedy Doctor, Matt Smith.  It’s all about Peter Capaldi’s Twelfth Doctor (sorry not sorry, Steven Moffat, your retconning is not going to make me change how I refer to the Doctors) now.  Sage and I got to go to the Doctor Who World tour when it stopped at the Ziegfeld Theatre (follow us on Instagram at headoverfeelsdotcom to see all of our adventures from that night) and THEN we were able to attend the live Pre and Post Show hosted by Chris Hardwick, so we’ve been all Capaldi all the time for the past few weeks, and I’ve loved it.  “Deep Breath” made me excited about Doctor Who again.  Not that I would ever abandon the fandom (the conventions alone are worth it) but “The Time of the Doctor” left a really bad taste in my mouth.  So I found this episode to be the best kind of palate cleanser.

    We also had the pleasure this week of guest-starring on the Mutter’s Spiral podcast with our friends Will and John.  We met them the first night of Gally 2014 and are delighted that they found us worthy of joining them on a deep dive into the Series 8 premiere.  We discuss the episode for 2 hours, so this recap is going to be a little different in that I’m just going to discuss my episode highlights.  So listen to the podcast if that’s your thing and the recap will return to a more traditional form with episode 2.  Let’s get right into my favorite things about “Deep Breath” then, shall we?

    Peter Capaldi IS The Doctor

    I was completely and totally sold on Peter Capaldi from his very first “SHUSH”.  I had expected that Capaldi’s Doctor would be a lot less cuddly than Matt Smith (though Peter made some WONDERFUL homages to Matt’s physicality in the opening scene) but I had no idea how much I would instantly love the prickly Twelfth Doctor.  He’s grumpy (it’s okay though because he’s Scottish), he’s WAY less tolerant of Human Beings and their slower minds, he’s got attack eyebrows, and he’s the kind of Doctor who would bond with a dinosaur before his own companion.  There’s nothing else to say really else to say about how wonderful he is, so I’m just going to gif-spam you a little bit.

    We’ve subtitled this one “HEY LOOK AT MY DICK!” and we’re not sorry.

    10/10 would bang, you guys.

    The Evolution of Clara Oswald

    I LOVED Oswin Oswald in “Asylum of the Daleks” and Governess Clara in “The Snowmen”, but I must confess I’ve always had a bit of an issue with “Clara Prime”, as I call her.  This is nothing against Jenna Coleman, who is a WONDERFUL actress with fantastic comic timing and the ability to cry beautifully at the drop of a hat.  I just felt the WRITING of Clara has not served Jenna well in the past, reducing her to a cute and quippy sidekick or a plot device/mystery for The Doctor instead of a fully rounded character.  Sure, she has had some lovely moments but as a whole, I found the character to be a bit of a cipher.  She was WONDERFUL in “The Day of The Doctor” so I had a lot of hope that now that her “mystery” had been figured out that we would finally get to know HER.  Those hopes were dashed when she was reduced to an overly weepy/clingy mess in “The Time of the Doctor” who just needed the Doctor to pretend to be her boyfriend.  I never felt her devotion to the Doctor was earned as we spent so much time trying to figure her out, so her reactions and desperation to stay with the Doctor didn’t ring true to me at all.  I was delighted at the fact that as “Deep Breath” progressed I felt like finally…FINALLY we were seeing Clara as a fleshed out character for the first time.  Even better than that…she was a fleshed out character who openly admitted she had a penchant for Older Men, had Slash fic in her subconscious, and was a Type-A Control Freak.  She was a fleshed out character who was clever and brave and devoted.  Hello, Clara Oswald.  It’s nice to meet you at last.

    “I am not sure who you think you’re talking to right now, Madame Vastra, but I have never had the slightest interest in pretty young men. And for the record if there was anybody who could flirt with a mountain range she’s probably standing in front of you right now! Just because my pretty face has turned your head do not assume I am so easily distracted.”


  10. Head Over Feels Live Blogs the 2014 Emmys

    August 25, 2014 by HeadOverFeels

    Posted by Kim and Sage


    Join us here in this space circa 6:30 (neither of our jobs recognize the Emmys as a National Holiday, so we’ll be racing home for the Red Carpet) for all the ridiculata, eye-rolls, and (we hope) surprises of the 2014 Emmy Awards.  Will Matthew McConaughey defeat Bryan Cranston?  Will Amy Poehler ever claim the Emmy that is rightfully hers?  Will Orange Is The New Black dethrone Modern Family and score a massive coup for Netflix?  And most importantly, will we get a cameo from Stefon in Host Seth Myers’ opening number?  Tune in to find out!