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Actress Rebel Wilson was just announced last night to be the host of next year’s MTV movie awards.  Which will probably be the first time I’ll be watching them since I realized when I was 14 that MTV wasn’t actually cool. The thing I like about Rebel is that she’s exactly what her name indicates.  She embraces her body-type, and has enough confidence to put herself out there.  While I wouldn’t say she makes fun of herself, she doesn’t pretend to be someone she’s not.

Sometime around the release of his 1984 album Climate of Hunter, Scott Walker discorporated and his consciousness scattered. Periodically, he’s able to gather his atoms back together and create a harrowing dispatch from the ether before vanishing for another decade or so. His once-golden voice reduced to a haunted wail, Walker painstakingly recreates the sounds of traveling through half-existence surrounded by phantoms of the 20th century’s cruelty.

Ellie Goulding ’s debut Lights reached the U.S. in 2011, but it didn’t take off for over a year. Now, Goulding is new pop royalty, and Halcyon presents a stark contrast to her introduction. Where Lights possessed an almost naïve view of the world, Halcyon shows her to have matured. Songs like “My Blood” and “Dead in the Water” take hopelessness to new heights. There are some nods to EDM—as on the Calvin Harris –produced bonus track “I Need Your Love”—but most of the al- bum’s songs maintain a perfect balance of analog and digital.

I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for The Amazing Kreskin, the world’s greatest mentalist. I remember first being mystified by his mind-reading tricks during one of his 61 appearances on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson in the ’70s. And when I discovered earlier this year that Hulu had made multiple episodes of his ’70s Canadian TV show The Amazing World of Kreskin available online, I devoured all the conversations on the occult he had with luminaries of the era like Phyllis Diller, Dr. Joyce Brothers, and Loretta Swit.

It’s the perfect time for Jack Kerouac’s iconic autobio- graphical novel On the Road to come to the big screen, despite skepticism that this singular staple of beat liter- ature has finally been sold out. Today we find ourselves in an era of uncertain futures populated by emasculated, cigarette-smoking young men with thick-framed glasses and the women who love them—not unlike the late ’40s.

The day is almost here.

If you ever wished Ronnie Spector had gone through a goth phase, then you might like the Casket Girls. The Savannah, GA, trio—made up of Black Moth Super Rainbow singer Ryan Graveface and sisters Elsa and Phaedra Greene— combines the familiar harmonies of ’60s girl groups with synths to make their own very distinct style of pop. Staying in a minor key throughout Sleepwalking, their debut album, the Casket Girls are pleasantly morose.

[Trigger Warning: this post contains graphic images of simulated physical abuse and may be triggering to survivors of such treatment.] It is news to no one that video games often rely on visual stereotypes when it comes to female characters. I can practically hear a collective “duh” resounding out there across the Web. Growing up, one of my nicknames in high school was Red Sonja (a character from the game Mortal Kombat), earned solely by virtue of my relatively early bustiness.

  Much like the Academy voters, I am a total sucker for period dramas starring Keira Knightley. They’re not always great, but man, are they pretty. Joe Wright’s new adaptation seems like the hundredth version of Anna to make it to the screen, but it is instantly recognizable as one of the most original. Tom Stoppard’s screenplay sets most of the action on an actual stage that moves with the characters. It’s initially difficult to adjust to this conceit, but it makes so much sense in conjunction with the novel’s themes that it eventually becomes almost unnoticeable.

If you’ve ever had a long mansplanation given to you, you could find yourself needing to vent about it. (“Mansplaining” is when someone gives you a patronizing and often extraneous explanation of something that you already know about, assuming that your pretty little woman brain wouldn’t have this knowledge already because, well, you’re a woman). Luckily, there is a Tumblr where you can share these special mansplanation moments with the rest of the world! Academic Men Explain Things To Me posts a cornucopia of stories.
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