What’s In A Pop Culture Name?

In this episode, Jamie and I talk all about names. Our names, celebrity names, celebrity stage names and what they mean.

But guys. Guys. GUYS. We talk so much more than that.



+ We tease next week’s one year anniversary episode and THIS giveaway we’re doing in conjunction with it.

+ The best new website by a large margin that is making confectionary waves…

+ This article from The Atlantic was our jumping off point.

+ We talked about this Taco Bell commercial and how Taco Bell needs to not through shade at anyone, ever.

+ This article that details celebrity stage names with their real names.

+ Briefly, we discuss which of us has the worse name meaning.

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+ How to properly pronounce “Laura”

+ This excellent Lena Dunham essay

+ This new website that allows you to find your favorite movie quotes…

+ How Olivia Wilde is trying to make nipple a thing…



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The Great Popcast Giveaway of 2014

Sometimes you do something and it fails spectacularly. Sometimes you do something and it catches on. Luckily for me and my good friend Jamie Golden, The Popcast has been the latter.

Next week will mark the one year anniversary of The Popcast. That’s right. More than 50 conversations that have done mostly nothing to improve humanity. But we have helped people figure out how to not be the worst on social media and I think in the big scheme of things, that’s almost as important.

In case you are completely unaware of this Popcast thing, below are the last 6 episodes.

  • Episode 50: The power of names. We guess which celebrity names are fake, which ones are real, and talk about how your name can influence your life.
  • Episode 49: Celebrity couples – our favorites, least favorite and the ones we feel embody everything there is to embody about celebrity-ness.
  • Episode 48: Movie Soundtracks. Is Garden State or The Bodyguard the best? What about Dirty Dancing? Best, worst, and in-between.
  • Episode 47: Bromance. What does it mean? Can women be involved? What are the iconic ones? Which famous people have bromanced the best?
  • Episode 46: Supporting characters who deserve their own thing and the idea of spinoffs. We also delved into introverted behavior.
  • Episode 45Urban Dictionary entries, technology we just can’t get into, and the blurry line between meeting someone online and translating that to real life. 
Also never miss an episode of The Popcast by Subscribing via iTunes or adding our feed to your podcast app.

MOST importantly though, Jamie and I are hosting a giveaway. What aways we will be giving in this giveaway, you ask?

+ $25 Amazon Gift Card
+ Spotify Premium Subscription
+ $15 Redbox Gift Card
+ Next Issue Premium Subscription
+ Hulu Plus Subscription

And what do you have to do to be eligible? Just follow the PromoSimple instructions below and next week, we’ll announce the winners on air.

Click here to view this promotion.
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10 Years

Marriage, right? I bet you’re so glad I’m about to write about it because what the internet seriously needs right now is for someone to write opinions about marriage.

BUT YET, here I am about to do that very thing. A book where I explicitly said how little I understood about marriage was not enough because now, I have to do blogposts too to convey this flimsy grasp as well.

This topic is of particular importance today because my wife, Ashley, and I are celebrating 10 years of marriage today. Like as in, right now. And a number like that can make you feel things. Like you are obligated to conduct some kind of internal evaluation due to the benchmarkish-ness of the number. So here I am. Internally evaluating things but in an external way.

Ok, it’s mostly just external but relax. It’s not like I majored in prefixes in college or anything.

The other night, our kids were miraculously asleep so Ashley and I were in the kitchen just lapping up this unfamiliar luxury of time that didn’t also converge with exhaustion or having to do some other task associated with the parenting of small children like laundry or picking up small toys that never get played with yet inexplicably are everywhere always.

By virtue of this freedom, I was going to do some writerly things, so I popped open our computer and Ashley’s iPhoto queued itself up, beckoning for our immediate attention as apps tend to do on the regular these days (looking at you, Adobe).

So I started looking at pictures. It was mostly of our kids. Are we those parents that take a lot of pictures of our kids? Sure. Maybe you don’t understand that and that’s fine. I don’t understand people who take a lot of selfies. Don’t you know what you look like already? Then you would probably say, “Don’t you know what your kids look like already?” and then we would be stuck in this awful, passive aggressive Mexican standoff and, guys, seriously, me and my wife are celebrating 10 years today. Could you not right now?

Anyways, I started scrolling through our pictures. I saw a picture of our first trip to Disney World with our son and daughter. I called Ashley over. We couldn’t believe how different our daughter looked. I mean, it’s not like she looked like a centaur or anything. She was just so little. You couldn’t really see the personality that has since come to define her face.

We scrolled more. We scrolled for a while, honestly, just looking back over the last couple of years. Reveling in the nostalgia. I know it’s said that “Remember when…” is the lowest form of conversation, but not all instances of it are equal and the other night, it certainly wasn’t for us.

We laughed. We teared up a little (at least I know i did) and we talked about where we’d been and what we’d done, all under the umbrella of us together. Our marriage. Me and her.

Whenever I think about Ashley and our kids, I think about this moment from Mad Men (skip to 1:21 if it doesn’t already do it for you)…

It makes me think about how when I look at pictures and revisit memories and laugh about things that happened to us that only we know about, that I do feel a small sense of pain. I do feel a twingeing of the heart because revisiting these things reminds me that these moments are gone and I can never get them back as badly as I want to.

If it were up to me, I would live in this alternate universe where I can slide back and forth between different time periods of my marriage and my children’s lives for infinity. Knowing that I’m stuck on this slow and unrelenting march forward through our lives kills me because I always feel like I’m wasting it. Like I’m not diving into as deeply as I could be and if I could only take a couple of shots at it, I could get it perfectly right.

The potential of regret looms over me long before it’s a viable feeling to have.

But I think this gets at the core of nostalgia. Happiness for having it and being able to revisit it but all through the emotional prism of bittersweet wistfulness.

Over the last 10 years, between us we’ve had: 3 kids. 1 dog. 4 houses. 7 jobs. Infinity billion fights. Infinity trillion laughs. And I wouldn’t trade anything for any of those moments no matter how bad they were. But even more, I wouldn’t trade anything for what we have in front of us. Basically, I would be the worst trade partner in these terms is what I’m saying.

As much as I love all those old memories, I love the idea of new ones that we can add. Except for kids. We’ve taken surgical steps to prevent this. But totally on all those other things.

Happy 10 years, Ashley. We’ve come a loooooong way, haven’t we?


5 Reasons You Should Be Watching The Leftovers

Man. The Leftovers. To say I can’t wrap my head around the show is an understatement. But I love it. I think. No, yeah, I totally do love it. I don’t know that I know why I do, yet, but I do. If I had to pick five reasons why I love it, I’m not sure they’d be the greatest reasons but, hey, this is the internet and this place runs on unsolicited opinions….


1. Justin Theroux.

Honestly, to me, I assumed he was just Jennifer Aniston’s sidepiece. Almost like he was another iteration of Lyle Lovett or whatever Julia Roberts’ husband’s name is (Danny something? Masterson? No. That’s the guy from That 70s Show, isn’t it? I wonder what he’s doing now. I feel like it’s either heavy drugs or documentaries and there’s no middle ground on that. I didn’t realize he actually did anything besides look perpetually eyelinered.

But he’s insanely good as our main character. I can’t say that enough. He’s frenetic in all the right ways but also charming and endearingly charismatic despite being damaged. He’s like a combination of Rick Grimes without the drippy, terrible accent and Jack Shepherd only not so turnt up. Theroux has been so good that he’s bordering on detrimental to the show because he is blowing everyone he shares a scene with off the screen. He’s like Miley on a wrecking ball just wreaking actorly havoc.

And again, I have no idea how this is possible. Wasn’t he like a super bit part in Charlie’s Angels 14? The over/under for months until GQ or Esquire has him on a cover has to be 3 months, right? And I’m taking the under because I can already see the photo-shoot. It’s him, shirtless. He’s face-to-face with himself in a mirror while holding brass knuckles a parakeet and a chimney sweep and it’s all vaguely sexual.


2. The vibe.

You know when there’s a buzzing noise around and it gets in your ear? Eventually, it fades from prominence, but it never completely goes away as it continues to exist on the periphery of your senses. That’s how the vibe in this show is. The context is clearly our world with the caveat that something supernatural / fantastical has happened. This reality gives the atmosphere of the show a hyper kinetic feel.

It’s like a manifestation of a Flannery O’Connor short story where it FEELS like life but there’s just something grotesquely but very slightly off. And I love it. It manages to feel lived in without really being able to conceive of what this world would be like.


3. LOST Heritage

It’s informed and influenced by LOST, but bears no other relationship to it beyond that. For those of you scoring at home, The Leftovers is a book by Tom Perrotta which has been adapted for TV by Perrotta and Damon Lindelof, he of LOST fame as well as massive rewrites on Prometheus, World War Z and film credits on the new Star Trek movies.

Knowing this, you can spot moments where an exchange or mysterious moment feels right out of LOST. And this may be difficult for you to hear but listen closely: this familiarity? It’s not a bad thing.

Look, we’ve got enough straight-ahead TV shows with minimized pretenses and super low barriers to entry. Nerd comedies, comedy comedies, procedurals, iterations of procedurals, spouses of coast cities, etc etc etc. If you are looking at the menu of TV and think, “I don’t want to try,” then you are so very good to go.

BUT, if you like your shows with a little ambition, the selection is not as abundant. As it turns out, people would prefer to be told how to feel about the B in apartment 23 rather than speculate on whether or not she is actually a B or if the sum total of her life experiences has led her to becoming a B OR how maybe her being a B is simply a projection of who she thinks she has to be to survive.

The Leftovers has ambition though and its main currency is that scourge we call ambiguity. Things aren’t spelled out! Mystery abounds! People dress in white and smoke like sullen teenagers!

After three episodes, we’ve been given this vivid landscape of complicated ideas, groups/individuals and conflict and now we get to deep dive into why we’re seeing what we’re seeing. Will the end result be fantastic? I have no idea. It could be the worst. It could literally be the worst thing to have ever been on TV. BUT THAT IS FINE. THAT IS OK.


4. Poor-Man’s Taylor Lautner Twins.

These guys, am I right? Just the best. They’re like Lautner but without the Twilight baggage (ish?) and there’s two of them. And they seem to be playing the anti-Jacob Black kind of character and already I feel like I’m demonstrating too much of a Twilight-orientation here.

Did some weird event happen where a small % of the population just disappeared? Yep. Do they let that stop them from doing classic teenage boy things? Nope. These guys just want to roll up in their Prius and try to get girls. It’s like a more nuanced and complicated version of Dazed and Confused.

Within the show, it’s a neat little defuser to the tension to see these weird-looking twins spitting weak game at girls like teenage boys have done for basically ever. But also, they seem like they would be a good hang.


5. Resonance.

The Leftovers bluntly provokes a bit of soul-searching as it slowly strips away some of the pretenses that comprise our day-to-day lives. What does “it” all mean? Why are we here? What happens next? Our place in the world / universe / existence is at the center of the very thing that makes us human, right? The ability to ponder outside ourselves. However this also leaves us horrifically vulnerable when we are bluntly struck with the distinct possibility that there is nothing else and we are random.

In a broad sense, the main conflict of the show has been setup as those who embrace the pointlessness of existence versus those who search for meaning within it. Each have their own ways of living inside those frameworks, but the fundamental idea therein is this: what do you believe and how do you go about believing it? More specifically, is what you believe ornamental to your context OR is what you believe a manifestation of your are regardless of your context?

I guess said a different way, the thing every episode makes me consider is what would I be if the world I knew was stripped away? Would my values still be my values if my faith/religion ceased to exist? If the idea of love or institution of marriage was gone, would I still feel like I feel about my wife OR do those things tell me what I should be feeling / thinking / doing? Basically, are you explicitly defined through institutions or do those things exist to help define you more acutely?

For me, the fascinating part of The Leftovers is that it makes a slight pivot into a world that still looks 99.999% like ours except with this big issue looming over everyone. The fact that 140 million people randomly vanished without explanation is the new prism through which everything else exists. And this vibrates with intrigue and resonance because it gets at our squirminess with uncertainty.

Remember flight MH370? It captivated us because it seemed impossible that a plane could crash and we’d never find out what happened. But we never did. And in that ensuing and perpetual mystery, it seemed to expose a tear in the fabric of our own senses of certainty. Of control.

I don’t usually like things that poke and prod at this notion, generally speaking. I like existing in my immediate reality where things are simple. Easy. Prescribed. We all do, mostly. We have a way of constructing realities that explain / define / motivate us in the same way that they also reaffirm us. Which is why I  think I love this show.

Because it is raw. It is confrontational and it forces the viewer to consider uncertainty and how we might deal with it.

Are you watching The Leftovers? If so, would love to hear your thoughts on it.


What Are The Best Urban Dictionary Entries?

In this episode of The Popcast, Jamie and I talk lots of stuff…



+ We get into the rabbit hole that is Urban Dictionary thanks to listener Christina Charlotte

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+ We talk about technology that exists but that we just can’t get into. (looking at you Snapchat)



+ We talked about the etiquette of meeting online people in real life

+ How Mark Ruffalo needs to step off…

+ How Meshach Taylor factored into my childhood…

+ How Transformers made gobs of money in China…

+ And how Amy Adams is the best…


On Being Your Kid’s Terminator

The most comforting, safe feeling I can ever remember feeling was in the backseat of my parents car. Anytime we would go on vacation, we would drive all night to get to our destination and by the time we arrived, it would always be very late.

As we traveled, I would drift in and out of sleep, but I would always stir at the sound of our turn signal clicking and the feel of the car slowing, then going around the exit ramp. I would continue to drift in and out of sleep until I ended up in a bed.

That moment of hearing our blinker and existing somewhere between awake and not so much was the safest, most comfortable feeling I can remember. All I had to do was just be there and I knew I would end up where I was supposed to be. Getting there was someone else’s job and there’s such a comfort in that as a kid.

Now, I’m 31. I’ve got a wonderful wife and three wonderful kids. It’s all front seats for me now. I’m the pusher of turn signals and the transporter of sleeping locales.

When I brush my teeth at night and take out my contact lenses and do a cursory glance for new wrinkles emerging and old ones gaining in prominence, I think about how it’s a good thing that my kids have no idea where my mental frame of mind is.

Would they be as trusting as I was with my parents if they knew about how much I overreacted about the sandwich shop leaving the sriricha mayo off my sandwich yesterday? Or how I spent a good portion of the morning looking for the keys that were in my pocket the whole time? Most of the time, I feel like a big dumb kid, just one with more responsibilities. Like Tom Hanks in Big but with no piano skills.

To my kids, I’m like a relatable and scaled down version of Superman spliced with Wikipedia. Don’t all kids think that? I did with my parents. I assumed they knew everything and could do everything. It was just a given and I’m pretty sure my kids feel the same way because the other day, I told them the following story about how we came to have our dog, Ajax.


SON (5 yrs old): Dad, how did Ajax become our dog?

DAUGHTER (2 yrs old): (To me) Go get me some juice.

ME: Well, a long time ago, before you were born, your mom and I found Ajax. He was very unhappy because he was owned by a giant and the giant was very mean to him. So, I asked the giant if I could buy Ajax from him. The giant said no, but he offered to fight me for Ajax and if I won, we could have Ajax. So I did.

SON: How did you fight him?

DAUGHTER: (To me, through gritted teeth) Go. Get. Me. Some. JUICE.

ME: Some punches. Some kicks. The usual. Finally, I hit him with a big rock and did some ninja stuff to defeat him.

SON: Ninja stuff?

ME: Yep. And then, because I’d beaten the giant, we took Ajax home with us.



And they bought it. No questions asked. The idea of me fist-fighting a giant for a dog, and winning, they did the mental arithmetic and were like, “Yeah. Ok. Sure. That definitely makes sense.” And I don’t really want to do anything to discourage this worldview of me for now.

My son was talking about spiders the other day and how he doesn’t like them. He said to me, “Do you not like spiders like I don’t like them?” (Most questions with him are super convoluted statements tagged with an interrogative and high-pitched punctuation that lead you into agreeing with him. If he was an attorney, he’d be the most objected-against attorney in the history of attorneying.)

I agreed with him, because spiders really are worse than face AIDS. They seriously are. If I was in a movie like Indiana Jones and I was swinging over a pit of something, if it was a pit of Face Aids, I’d be like “This is not really that big of a deal.” But if it was spiders? I would be like, “This is a super not great moment in my life.”

Anyways, in our conversation about spiders, I thought I’d have a life moment with my son and show him my vulnerability so that he can slowly start to understand how the world really works. How Dads have weaknesses too and how it’s ok to not be the best at something or to need help with things. So I looked at him and whispered, “Wanna know a secret? I’m actually scared of spiders.”

The look he gave me. Seriously. So many things about that look.

He looked at me with big eyes and said, “You’re just joking right?” (again, leading the witness) and immediately I hated myself for getting philosophical with a kid who totally just bought a story about me curb-stomping a giant over a dog.

I scrambled and said, “Just kidding. Spiders don’t even scare me a little.” And he was cool again, but I realized something from that exchange: to my son, I’m a T-1000 Terminator just doing whatever I want, however I want. No dog-owning giant, spider, ant-hill or wasp nest can get me down. Basically, I’m Solange Knowles to him and the world is my elevator.

I don’t know if all parents feel like this, but there’s this pressure to make every moment you spend with your child something profound. But sometimes, I think being present is better than being profound.

Clearly, my son wasn’t ready for me to keep it real. Maybe I should have dug in and made the point more clearly or maybe I need to let him figure out my vulnerabilities on his own. Who knows?

Regardless, I realized that my son looks at me assuming that I’ve got my life in order and this assumption allows him some stability. It allows him to feel safe and comfortable falling asleep in his car seat because he knows that I will get us to where we are going. And once we get there, if he’s asleep, he knows I’ll get him to his bed. And I think that’s all he needs to know about me and the world for now.


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Good Reads

Everything we know about Facebook’s secret mood manipulation experiment…

 Why you should stop caring about what other people think…

Casting Shark Tank: Crushing Dreams and Changing Lives…

Why Colleges are full of it…

An Oral History of the Mighty Ducks Trilogy…

The Case for Dedicated Dads…

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