11:45 am, November 20th | by Colette McIntyre
Lifetime, you’re right: you are my life, my time—and, dare I say, so much more. You’re my shoulder to inexplicably weep on, the one who gives me Lindsay when everyone else is too afraid to, my sage advisor in all issues of husband-turned-adulterer-turned-axe murderer-turned-secret-FBI-agent-who-is-addicted-to-Internet-tweet-sex. When I’m ignoring my friends’s calls or texting them elaborate lies that involve the phrase “totally bungled” and just looking to spend a few hours lying prone on my couch, drinking six-dollar “wine product” and feeling the urge to call my mom, I know I can turn to you. You’ll be playing the Project Runwayepisode in which the contestants are visited by their families. How do you always know?
10:30 am, November 19th | by Sarah Devlin
The OG network for women is killing it with their original programming 24/7, 365. It’s in that spirit that I’m making a commitment to reduce my significant DVR backlog by sampling two of their offerings at a time. This week: a three-week-old episode of My Life Is A Lifetime Movie (What? I said my DVR backlog was serious!)