In today’s Video of the Day, honest man Stephen Colbert and his competition in the 11:30 PM time slot Tonight Show host Jimmy Fallon engage in a courageous game of “Truth or Truth”.
Something always made me a little sad about seeing Amy Sedaris on those Downy commercials: I felt like we were wasting the talents of a brilliant comedic actress just so she could tell us how to clean our laundry more efficiently.
Last night The Simpsons made me cry in a way that is normally reserved for cinematic dog deaths and my annual reviewing of the Six Feet Under series finale, which was just what I needed after a day spent marathoning True Detective.
At this point we have all heard the fuss about Lena Dunham: she’s “the voice of a generation.” But whose generation?
If you are anything like we here at The Jane Dough or the ladies of Just The Tips, you are not the kind of person who can survive for too long without Chinese takeout and your shower head.
The voice of a generation has spoken yet again about hosting this weekend’s Saturday Night Live. But we can’t really blame her.
O! Freelancers: you never quite get the respect you deserve, do you? Your parents think that you just hang out in a local Starbucks and watch YouTube videos of soldiers surprise visiting their families all day (you don’t just do that), your friends smugly ask you when you plan on getting a “real job” every time you itemize the brunch bill, the student loan bills continue to pile up even though no one has agreed to buy your article about finding love (or a one night stand) at an open mic, and no one even opens the event invites you send out for your various improv shows.
There was a time in my life when I really, truly thought I’d be able to live off the grid, free from The Man’s invisible shackles and Capitalism’s herd of sheeple.
Back in February we told you about NBC handing a pilot order to the single-camera comedy Feed Me, which unfortunately doesn’t revolve around the social anxieties and self-quantifying process of a millennial, solipsistic Audrey II.
The recent passing of genius writer and actor Harold Ramis hit the comedy community like a beam from a proton pack.
Okay Lena-philes, you’re in luck: in Dunham’s Saturday Night Live promos with the ever-wonderful-but-sometimes-nervous Kate McKinnon, she listed off her goals for the week.
The hilarious Alexandra Fiber and Danielle Gibson, our bosom buddies from SRSLY, have recently launched what they call an “online cinema sorority” Funny Lady Film Club.
Buying gifts is hard. I’ve never quite mastered the skill which is why I pretend I’m into “tradition” and just buy my loved ones the same exact thing every single year.
We’ve seen that there’s been talk in the comments about some big payola scandal between us and a certain millennial, basically insinuating that we are on the payroll of Big HBO.
Jimmy Fallon has brought a much-needed youthful and silly tenor to his take on The Tonight Show, which is now in it’s third week.
We have always had an affinity for Peggy Olson, which should come as no surprise since we are rising stars, defying gender stereotypes, and leaning in hard, and also because we have incredible sexual chemistry with Colin Hanks, particularly when he is dressed as a priest.
So the Oscars has pretty much eaten all other news stories like a Kaiju that is sustained by shameless self-congratulation, drunk weirdness, and transcendent moments of poignancy and grace, which we pretty much expected.
Behind every comedic genius is a fascination with deranged psychopathic serial killers, right? Okay, so maybe not every comedic genius harbors a secret interest in mass murderers, but Mindy Kaling certainly does.
Ellen Degeneres did a flawless job hosting what was essentially an extended episode of The Ellen Show last night.
In today’s Video of the Day, the hilarious Jenny Slate and Pete Holmes kick it slumber-party-style, cozying up in their favorite jammies (some of which end up being too short) and discussing everything from gentleman callers, fear farts, and spoopy (so spooky that you poop yourself) ghosts.