Now that Sean B. and Jason D. and B.la have gotten some love and ink from the venerable L.A. Times, I can’t think of a better time to wax rabid on what is my long-running, least-favorite filler found in that grand old rag ó namely any publicist’s mini wetdream known as the “My Favorite Weekend” column. Each Thursday readers are treated to some celeb (and I use that term in its most B/C-list sense) taking full advantage of the free publicity by regaling us with how uberhip and/or ultravapid they can be on any given Saturday and Sunday.
This week it’s “Joan of Arcadia’s” Amber Tamblyn who reveals riveting tidbits such as how she wakes up around noon on Saturdays and tunes into the Cartoon Network, or enjoys a Sunday breakfast of jalapeÒo-stuffed olives and crackers from a farmers market before hitting her yoga class. Oh, and she name drops too, talking about hanging at Vidiots film screenings with her daddy Russ and “his friends” Quentin T., Dennis H., and Neil Y. What I found most poorly timed is her mentioning her fave poetry places. “There’s always Midnight Special bookstore,” she says. Uh, Amber? Not anymore.
In actuality, I have little beef with Amber or any of the celeb’s who take advantage of such opportunities to further their 15 minutes and show us huddled masses that they’re real boring people just like us. I just wish the Times would shitcan such meaningless pandering.