For example, when Slumdog Millionaire was big, an interviewer asked me if I was excited by its success, and my answer was yes - but why? I had nothing to do with that movie. Does that mean white Americans are excited all the time? Hunger Games! All white people! We did it!! That kind of stuff is interesting to me, much more than a gag about curry or whatever.
RT @Kal_Penn: Just ordered a Kingfisher & the label says brewed & bottled in NY. Are the Indians finally outsourcing something 2 America …
RT @sepiamutiny: Tomorrow @Kal_Penn starts his stint on HIMYM playing a court-mandated therapist. His diagnosis of Robin: “You a dawg!” …
Kaling’s book, especially the excerpt in the New Yorker, reminds me of the Daily Show…disingenuous yet trenchant…incisive but fluffy.
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Just me then? Cool.
Cool cool cool.
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I like watching people fall in love onscreen so much that I can suspend my disbelief in the contrived situations that occur only in the heightened world of romantic comedies. I have come to enjoy the moment when the male lead, say, slips and falls right on top of the expensive wedding cake. I actually feel robbed when the female lead’s dress doesn’t get torn open at a baseball game while the JumboTron camera is on her. I regard romantic comedies as a subgenre of sci-fi, in which the world operates according to different rules than my regular human world. For me, there is no difference between Ripley from “Alien” and any Katherine Heigl character. They are equally implausible. They’re all participating in a similar level of fakey razzle-dazzle, and I enjoy every second of it.
http://t.co/i86hC8zE @AnjulNigam @RanjitMetroPCS @SidVeda Holy Shishkabob and shimmery spandex. Rock on Ranjit & Chad. :)
