Sean’s mom and aunt are arriving for a visit tomorrow morning, so Sean and I have been tidying up and cleaning pretty much all evening. A few quick links now, and next week I’ll be able to write about some of the stuff we all do together. The play War Horse is definitely on the agenda. In the meantime …
- Marc Hirsh’s essay on the frequency—and hypocrisy—of sheepish, defensive covers of Britney Spears’s pop classic “…Baby One More Time” is pointed and fascinating. And honestly, it really is a good song (though “Toxic” is my Britney guilty pleasure of choice).
- Barack Obama’s silly “slow jam” of the news on Jimmy Fallon’s show got all the attention, but I, like Alyssa Rosenberg, was more interested in his knowing callout of Key & Peele’s cathartic “anger translator” sketch.
- Now I know why The New Yorker uses that damn diaeresis, and I’m completely unsatisfied with the explanation. Seriously, “coöperate”?!
- This montage of movie clips in which the actors look directly into the camera becomes more and more charmingly uncanny as it goes on. I kind of love it. (Via Andrew Sullivan.)