Groupon, we need to talk

You have a problem, and you need to admit it. You’re addicted to…

To…

Hideously generic stock photos.

i heart tummies, too.

Wanna guess what this one is for? Find it pretty incomprehensible, as a white woman in a bikini making a Taylor Swift hand-heart over her lower abdomen is pretty, um, unclear? I’m gonna go with colon cleanse. Judges?

Whoops! It’s for “i-lipo.” How is this different from regular lipo, you might ask? I don’t care.

On to the next!

The flower confuses me.

If there’s anything I DON’T want to do, it’s pay money so I can fall asleep while someone touches my face. What’s this Groupon actually for?

Oh. Face-touching. Okay.

And finally:

Her hair took an hour to do.

A class for teaching women to love their legs? Or maybe a drawing class where the models swan around in their matching underwear sets? Or maybe in a hot second, she’s going to start laughing while eating salad alone!

Hmm. I guess she’s about to get her spider veins blasted with cold air by a “doctor” at a “medical spa” (SO 19th century, amirite!!!).

Maybe I’m blaming the wrong people. Maybe all these companies (and the medical spas/massage joints/hippie-dippie body-care places) are to blame for filling their own websites with stock images of generic, smiley, incredibly white women doing things only vaguely illustrative of the actual thing they’re supposed to be advertising. But given how many other stock photos are on Groupon’s website (restaurants: is it really so hard to take your own picture of your own food that’s served at your actual restaurant?) I’m blaming them.

Get it together, kids. Stock photos are the worst. And consumers, if you’re seriously buying Groupons for liposuction, we can’t be friends. Don’t trust the stock-photo ladies! They know not of what they pose!

Our work is never over

I am going to go to there

In February, my play Two Lakes, Two Rivers will be read in Roundabout Underground’s first ever spring reading series. Longtime pal and collaborator Laura Savia is directing. It’s gonna be great.

It is a theater. It is underground.

SO disrespectful

Next week

Actors Theatre of Louisville, here I come!

The Tens.

Why I love responsible journalism

From the New York Times:

STOP THE PRESSES!

Important: My friend is a couch model

Delia Baseman would like to show you how big your couch is. In the New York friggin’ Times!

Chair-sittin'.

Couch-sittin'.

In addition to playing a beautiful mistress to a murderous chemist, a dental hygienist and, um, mistress, and a girl who fools people at seances into thinking she’s a ghost, Delia is tops at sitting in things looking small. Yay!

We start rehearsals next week

I am PUMPED.

Ghost Bike

Ghost Bike at Carthage College, Feb. 17-25. For more info, go here.

The year in failure: movies edition

My bad...

For a person who likes movies, I sure didn’t see any in the theater this year.

What I paid full price to see:

- Bridesmaids
- The Muppets
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2
- Midnight in Paris
- Drive
- Young Adult
- Martha Marcy May Marlene

In case anyone wants to market to me, apparently my ideal movie would be one containing: a wedding, a fight to the death, travel, 80’s synth music, nervous tics/painful confrontations, and cults.

I didn’t do too much better at Netflix. The list of 2011-released films that I actually managed to place in my queue and then actually watch all the way through includes:

- Friends With Benefits
- No Strings Attached
- Bad Teacher
- Super 8
- Stake Land
- Happythankyoumoreplease
- Thor
- Cedar Rapids
- Paul
- Source Code
- Submarine

Hey, Netflix! Can you customize a Movies With Casual Sex, Middle-School Nostalgia, Vampires, Vaguely Norse CGI, Badass Commuter Trains, and Ed Helms category for me?

Bad Jews

Oh, Xmas tree...