Conan O’Brian hosting. Attendees like Kevin Spacey, Barbra Streisand, Scarlett Johansson, Nicole Kidman, Steven Spielberg, Jon Bon Jovi, and Sigourney Weaver. And a 20 lb swag bag stuffed with goodies. What is this, the Oscars?
|By: Lisa Derrick Saturday April 27, 2013 6:50 pm|
|By: cocktailhag Sunday May 6, 2012 8:00 pm|
Over at Huffington Post, there’s a blaring headline in two, count ‘em, two different columns from resident Villager, er, “Editorial Director,” Howard Fineman, about how improbably wonderful Mitch McConnell is up close and personal. With a mixture of dread and morbid curiosity, I clicked on it, and let’s just say I was pleasantly surprised; in just a few short paragraphs, which in the hands of a more able writer could have been reduced to a drunken tweet, Fineman’s starstruck paean to that cantankerous old biddy beautifully summed up everything that is wrong with Washington, and our politics.
|By: Lisa Derrick Saturday April 28, 2012 6:19 pm|
Come let’s live blog the arrivals and the delicious meal which hopefully will include dessert this year, along with main speaker Jimmy Kimmel and the usual good-natured ribbing from POTUS.
|By: Peterr Saturday July 16, 2011 10:45 am|
The Murdoch phone-hacking scandal is billed as British tabloids run amok, and the US media seems fixed on the “Gosh, I’m glad that could never happen here” storyline. Sadly, the phone-hacking label is a misstatement — that’s the symptom, but the problem is deeper. Behind the phone-hacking, however, are the revelations of the incestuous nature of politicians and journalists in the world of British politics and media.
And that, my friends, is a well-accepted part of the DC world. See “Russert, Tim” or “Mitchell, Andrea (Mrs Alan Greenspan)” or “White House Correspondents Dinner” or . . .
You get the idea. I just wish the Media Villagers did.
|By: Thers Saturday April 30, 2011 8:01 pm|
No, not the royal wedding. The royal wedding was an event I am more than capable or regarding with my customary benevolent equanimity. The carryings-on of the British aristocracy are frivolous, and the tabloid obsession with them ranges from vacuous to terrifying, but overall –eh, the British Royals, whatever they get up to, I worry about them precisely as much as I worry about what their namesakes from Kansas City are doing with their relief pitching.