Are you feelin’ lucky, punk?
You might not after watching the brand new, bloody and bonkers trailer for Supernatural’s 13th season, which premieres on Oct. 12.
The sneak peak cheekily entitled “Lucky Number” thankfully doesn’t include horror’s newest obsession, but it still manages to be more chilling than a creepy clown with a singular red balloon.
You have probably done or at least pretended to do some spring cleaning. You know that torturous
de-cluttering that happens when the world is thawing out from its winter sluggishness.
The only thing more cruel than spring cleaning is Fall Cleaning. This isn't packing away all of your shorts
and capris in exchange for your winter sweaters. Adulting is hard enough without all that nonsense.
I'm talking about cleaning out your DVR to make room for the 2017-18 TV shows that are airing now!
Right now, my DVR is clogged with reruns of Friends and soap operas, brainless TV shows I toss on while I'm writing. They gotta go, and for the hardest part: I have to re-evaluate my season passes.
I'm sure I'm somewhere on the hoarding spectrum, that's true for clothes, junk and television shows. I will watch an aging show with the same ferocity that I'll cling to that rainbow tye-dyed shirt from 1997 because my high school crush thought it was cute and because Phoebe wore it in the early seasons of Friends.
Unfortunately, like that door in Titanic, there's only so much room, so some shows needs to sacrificed to the icy waters of oblivion. Here are four shows that I won't be watching regularly this season...
There are extraordinary hours of television that stick with you because they effect and reflect the very turmoil stirring in your own soul. The second season of Queen Sugar explored the intricately complex subject of police brutality in the black community by following baby-faced Micah West (Nicholas L. Ashe) unlawful arrest and violent mistreatment by a racist police officer.
The plot unspooled in a gut-wrenching study of tragedy, trauma, and catharsis for viewers who are concerned with far more dire things than the amount of their traffic ticket when they are stopped by police. It was far more powerful than broadcast cable's attempts (*side-eyes Chicago PD, Bluebloods and Law & Order: SUV*) because Queen Sugar’s primarily black writers and cast inherently understand the nuance, shame, and fear of existing in a country build on institutionalized racism. It was a beautiful and intensely haunting reflection of the age-old reflection of the rule to write what you know.
And sadly, this is the direct opposite of showrunner Marc Guggenheim's desire to wedge a Black Lives Matter "topical episode" into season 6 of his white-boy-vigilante superhero drama, Arrow.
September 13 marks SSG's second birthday, and while my mom gives no credence to The Terrible Twos, I just might.
The second year of maintaining this site was far harder than the first. The newness had worn off, and while I still love television with the passion of a thousand stans, there was never enough time in the day or snark in my brain to write all that I've wanted to write.
It didn't help that Toupee Fiasco became president on my ACTUAL birthday, and because of his reign, it feels like lightyears of anxiety, fear and anger has past in the months since. Working through that and trying to reconcile how much the world has changed (or how much has much has been revealed how it truly is) has been a major challenge in itself. Did I mention I also got a challenging new job? That only begins to explain the updates every two weeks. #SorryNotSorry
Though it took a while, SSG has also also helped to sustain and possibly grow my passion for all things pop culture, and what I'm doing here. Entertainment and the blerds, geeks, small screen girls/boys/people and shippers that obsess over it are more important than ever. It is escape and catharsis and resistance. A television show or song or movie is a dream realized for the person that makes it and a journey of excitement, intrigue, grief and passion for the people who consume it. It is the great connector.
Realizing this, I have found myself more excited for SSG's second birthday and what's to come. Not only will I be blogging here, I will be guest-writing for WeSoNerdy.com AND writing my second (and hopefully publishable) book this winter.
I want to thank anyone and everyone who has visited the site, left comments and shared my articles. It means so much to me that you've joined me on this journey. I'm proud of my little corner of the internet, and I really want to make it as fly as possible! How do you like the new digs?
As always, if there is any content you'd love to see more of, please let me know!
And since my actual birthday was totally overshadowed by a evil cheeto stain, I will be having all of the freakin' donuts and birthday wishes I want. Here are some of my biggest wishes for the upcoming television season, movies and more!
It's hard to comprehend the damage inflicted by Hurricane Harvey, especially when you're a thousand miles away. The photos and footage looks like something out of a big budget action movie, and nothing that could actually happen in real life.
I want to do everything I can to help, but like many of you, I don't have a lot of money of donate. Luckily, my silliness may help out with that! What started as a sarcastic tweet poking fun at rapper T.I's vocabulary, became a chance to actually generate funds for a bigger donation. Last week, T.I reportedly dragged Dallas preacher, Joel Osteen, for not opening up his 16,000 seat church for Harvey victims. Black Twitter responded with its trademark humor, and I joined in.
The tweet got a great response, but Clarkisha's Kent's suggestion to turn it into a shirt got a bigger one!
And the Audacity of Your Caucasity campaign was born! All proceeds will go to Distributing Dignity, a charity that dispenses much-needed feminine products to women and girls in shelters. They have created a special fund specifically for Hurricane Harvey. So not only does a chunk of your donation to go to charity, you also kick a fly t-shirt, too! It's a win win!
The campaign ends on September 15, so click the image below and buy one of 4 shirts for you or your friends! My goal is to sell 100 shirts, though I'd love to obliterate it! If you can't buy one, please boost this campaign to all your friends and family!
What does a visionary and uber-producer who has generated over $2 billion in profit after creating game-changing shows like Grey's Anatomy, Scandal and more do? Any damn things she wants. This week Shonda Rhimes, the world's greatest television producers, did just that by announcing that she is parting ways with ABC and to exclusively create new content for digital streamer, Netlfix, Variety.com reports.
The groundbreaking move from broadcast television to the streaming giant offers "unique creative freedom and instantaneous global reach," Rhimes said in a statement.
While I'm wondering how Ms. Rhimes will pack up her infinity pool of fans' tears and rollercoasters of feels, I'm also doing my happy dance! Rhimes essentially has a blank slate at Netflix, which makes her the hottest ticket in Hollywood. A fangirl's mind reels at the binging possibilities.
However, fantastic shows need fabulous actors, so here are some wonderful actors and one show I've love to see make a pilgrimage to Shondaland...
When I first saw the trailer for The Bold Type, I could not contain the socket-spraining eyeroll. For the post-The Sex And The City and The Devil Wears Prada generation, television shows and movies about chic twenty-somethings who move the The Big Apple in search of fabulousness and love at a fashion magazine are about as common as its Tuesday airdate and just as realistic as an airbrushed photo of a supermodel.
I braced myself for faux feminism, the lone minority (Sweet/Vicious' Aisha Dee) to have scraps of a storyline, and lots of pseudo-glam outfits.
And I have never been more happy to be wrong about everything, including the fashion. Freeform's The Bold Type is the splashy summer show that lives up to its titular promise by pairing painfully relatable drama with the provocative shot of real female empowerment.
Comic-Con AKA Blerd Christmas is long over but Small Screen Girl is still lavishly unwrapping the spoilery, gasp-worthy, "Is That Captain America Fighting In WAKANDA with a Drake-esque beard?!?" presents the studios have bestowed on us.
And while it was far too easy to be dazzled by the super-sized, superhero treats unveiled by Marvel and DC, I was equally enthralled by all the goodness television had to offer (Admittedly, it was mostly for the returning shows, because the new fall crop of sci-fil television seems pretty stale...but that's another blog).
Here is some spoilery deliciousness from The Flash, Outlander and Star Trek: Discovery.
Fans have successfully willed into existence a chance for another Supernatural spin-off starring fan favorite Kim Rhodes as sheriff and hunter Jody Mills.
The aptly titled Wayward Sisters will kick-off as a backdoor pilot slated to air during Supernatural's 13th season, Deadline.com reports. The show, hemmed by Supernatural EPs Andrew Dabb and Robert Singer, will follow the monster-hunting adventures of Jody Mills' foster family, which will presumably include Claire Novak (Kathryn Newton) and Alex Jones (Katherine Ramdeen).
Unlike the Rihanna-Nyong'o movie, which was inspired by a tweet and fans' passion, the primarily female fans of Supernatural have been championing for Wayward Sisters for several years, starting Twitter and t-shirt campaigns that even caught the attention of Rhodes and other guest stars like Briana Buckmaster.
Admittedly, it'll be great to see the Supernatural mythology wielded by a mostly female cast, but the show has attempted this before with disastrous results. Do y'all remember their disastrous first attempt called Supernatural: Bloodlines? I do. It was scary in all the wrong ways.
In order for the second time to be a charm, Wayward Sisters should follow these simple steps:
Supernatural's season 12 began with the impossible, even in the realm of monsters, demons and angels: Sam and Dean Winchester were reunited with their mother, who died more than 30 years earlier, burning to death on the ceiling as a four-year-old Dean carried his infant brother, Sam, to safety.
Not only was Mary Winchester always idolized by her late husband and son so intensely, Madonna (you can decide between the Virgin and the pop star) would be jealous, it was later revealed that she, in true Winchester form, had made a deal to save her young John’s life, and that was why demon came for her and baby Sammy that fateful night.
But the Winchesters still aren’t ironing their best flannels and booking brunch at the nearest hunters’ bar for a Mother’s Day celebration 34 years in the making, and I can only gather my feels-starved frustration to wonder how it all went so terrifyingly wrong?
The amount of feels to be harvested from this reunion, fraught with love and betrayal, were infinite, and somehow, Supernatural has yet to truly cash in on the brilliantly orchestrated drama they created.
Here's how Supernatural has completely botched Mama Winchester's return...
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