Peckerwood Manor

    The story about Lou Phillips reminded me of something my mom did when I was little. My parents became friends with another family. Their kid was strange and gave me the creeps. My mom kept insisting we be friends. We had nothing in common. They would occasionally come over for dinner and if they brought the weirdo kid, I would sneak out of the house or make up some excuse to avoid them. Back to Lou:  In the story below, his real estate agent reminded me of my mom: Don't force a friendship. Bleech.  ►  Lou Diamond Phillips (remember him?) recently moved to Scarsdale, NY with his wife and kid. Um, okay so what. Nothing special about that. But what IS raising eyebrows is that his realtor posted an SOS on social media pleading with the people of Scarsdale to be his friend. WTF? Read More Lou Phillips. Photo: NY Post Page Six Comment: I'd be pissed if my realtor did that. It's embarrassing and lame. You know what occurred to me: I wonder if Lou asked her to do

Cool Britannia was the rage of the 90s. I watched the docuseries Beckham by Fisher Stevens (Michelle Pfeiffer's boyfriend in the early 90s) on Netflix and came away with thoughts about the family and my adopted country. It surprised me that it is a promising docuseries; even if I would like to ship Brooklyn, his wife, and his mother in an airless cargo container to a Third World port, it was captivating. It captured a pre-911 pop culture world that underscores the entire series. I had to brace myself because David's  voice is like they clipped his balls after his first penalty kick. That voice rivals Mike Tyson's and is equally imbued with a slightly, nay, more like ear drum abusing accent that, mixed with the voice, sounds like they are voicing an animated movie and are method acting the holy shit out of it and refuse to let it go. I can't bear to hear David Beckham speak. I would rather have a fingernail yanked out than endure his bebeh voice. I survived it, though,

  ► Redbox employees are taking to social media to call out the company for failure to pay them. First of, I had no idea Redbox was still around. Second, that they were sold to Chicken Soup For The Soul Entertainment (yes, that self help book crap).  If you're not familiar with Redbox, they rend DVDs out of kiosks. Anyway, employees are saying they have not been paid and that their medical benefits have been suspended since May. Insiders are also saying the company has failed to pay vendors and suppliers. Company officials blasted out this email to employees which IMO is a really shitty thing to do. Read More “We recommend all elective, non-urgent and routine medical appointments be rescheduled until we can provide your medical providers the details of how to process claims,” one of the company-wide emails, an unsigned message from askbenefits@chickensoupforthesoul.com, said on June 20. “Please use your best judgment on whether or not you can reschedule any of your appo

      ►  Ever noticed that when some celebs realize they're approaching 50, many of them start living in a Benjamin Buttons state of reality? Case in point: Sarah Michelle Gellar (47) who thought it was a swell idea to have an impromptu selfie fashion show by modeling young skank off-rack from the Sturgis Bar Fly Collezione.  Sarah took the photos below in a Las Vegas hotel room. She didn't say why she was in Sin City, but she did write on her IG page: Read More “Looking forward to regretting my decisions later #lasvegas.” Comment : Um, she should have regretted her decision the moment she shared the photos. She clearly doesn't understand the saying, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". For several months, I've noticed that SMG (too lazy to type her name) has been sharing  thirst trap photos. I recall seeing photos of her on vacation posing in a swimsuit like she was a young Christie Brinkley. And, she randomly shares "look at me I'm sooo sessy&quo

Ah hahahahahaha! Or hooray, hurrah, two snaps and a hey! Can you believe Peckerwood Manor is one year old today? We're still here , dammit, and still kickin'.  And here you are, horing and roaring right along with us.  Below, each of us joyously reflect on this, our very first Cake Day. And, yes, we come to you in alphabetical order. Why? Because we learned how to do it in preschool and we're still that cute. § AK (aka ECCE HOMO) :  Ends and beginnings! We were all shocked by the news of DListed's shuttering, but as sad as it was, I was even sadder to think I'd never again hear from everyone I'd come to know in the comments. But Bree stepped right up and created this spot - and Shonali did her part, too, starting  DListed Community (reddit.com) .  I felt so happy that we'd still be able to stay in touch, to chat about our mundane jobs, our happinesses and our (hopefully infrequent) sad times.  The very first post here, seeing all these familiar names and avi