From The New Yorker:
"Now, Seth MacFarlane is thirty-nine, and I am-barely-a part of the generation that he's supposed to be appealing to. But I felt nostalgic last night for the Academy Awards of yore, when I sat on a couch with friends and watched everyone be glamorous and semi-respectable and we got to be gross and snarky. MacFarlane broke through that boundary last night, and suddenly the bitter ******* on the couch was up there on the stage, lost somewhere between a big smile and a sneer."
Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blog...#ixzz2M178iWXr
"Now, Seth MacFarlane is thirty-nine, and I am-barely-a part of the generation that he's supposed to be appealing to. But I felt nostalgic last night for the Academy Awards of yore, when I sat on a couch with friends and watched everyone be glamorous and semi-respectable and we got to be gross and snarky. MacFarlane broke through that boundary last night, and suddenly the bitter ******* on the couch was up there on the stage, lost somewhere between a big smile and a sneer."
Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blog...#ixzz2M178iWXr
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