MTV can have Miley Cyrus, and I swear I’m catching up on Breaking Bad. (Though the Chicago Tribune totally spoiled the ending for me. Thanks!) The following, though, are the ten moments in pop culture that I will forever remember as being so 2013.
1. Scandal has emptied out my entire wine cabinet.
No amount of Cabernet will stop me from loudly yelling at the TV every time Shonda Rhimes toys with my emotions.
2. Billy Joel has found a spot in my heart.
After hearing one too many drunken and off-key renditions of “Music Man,” I was pretty meh to Billy Joel’s work. And then, out of nowhere, this little gem fell into my lap.
3. Catching Fire is the exception to the rule.
Despite Finnick failing to live up to my wild imagination, the second Hunger Games movie is better than the book. There, I said it.
4. To my horror, I fell back into The Bachelorette trap.
Fabricated romance has never been so real! No, really. Desiree totally settled for the Worst Poet of All Time, after I’m-pretty-sure-he’s-in-the-closet-frontrunner couldn’t commit. Chris, I’m with you.
5. Daft Punk turned me into an insufferably person who listens to vinyls and drinks wine on Fridays.
But that’s mostly because I have no friends. Also, this song!
6. Cate Blanchett is nothing but perfection.
And her take on a Blanche DuBois figure is nothing short of genius.
7. I MET NICK OFFERMAN
His ‘stache is something to behold. My blog is not worthy of all its glory.
8. Girls, SNL style.
I figured I’d see Girls when my nail salon decides to put it on a loop after their Sex and the City DVD is burned to a crisp. I have the nagging suspicion that this version is better. God, I miss 30 Rock.
9. It’s a good thing I’m not single because I sometimes look at creepy Robin Thicke and wished he would creep on me.
This is him praying on everything that is good and innocent in the world. I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.
10. KEY AND PEELE ARE ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR’S AND LIFE.
You know how many times my husband has woken up to find me hunched over, grabbing my privates, and laughing-crying? TWICE. And it’s all due to Key and Peele. I hope Lorne Michaels continues to insist that only white guys from Indiana are funny. I’m afraid he might ruin real talent if he gets a hold of them.