See You Soon...

A month ago she told me there was no crying--I only broke this rule once in front of her. A week ago she told me to act like she wasn't leaving...so I ignored the elephant in the room. Two days ago she said it wasn't a goodbye, but a see you soon. And then yesterday came and her desk was empty.

A very special person is on a road trip right now. The sad part is that this road trip is not a round trip. Ingy's on her way to the next big step in her life...in Chicago. The Windy City is beyond lucky to have such a witty, beautiful, and wonderful gal; and LA is missing a piece of itself and feeling empty right now (especially in the office).

Ingrid has helped to keep me sane over the last few years and I, honestly, (even though it's already a reality) can't imagine not having her across from me. To help with this ode to Ingrid, I had a couple of people give me their thoughts on the matter:

"Ingrid Alberts is a strange and lovely combination of West Coast bombshell and Midwest tomboy…  When I think Ingrid, I think: football and Louboutins, dive bars and J Brands, ponytails that can be blown out into the best hair in the business.  Ingrid is a selfless and loyal friend.  She is one of the most genuine people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing and I miss her already."  ~Anne

"I am oh so going to miss being able to save your day at the drop of a dime! And yes, I will not forget you are just a phone call or an email away! I am excited for all that is to come in your life! Thank you for sharing the 10-10-10; it is my go to for sure! XX" ~Jess

"You’re not even half way through your travels to Chicago and we’re all missing you so very much! For the past 6 Seasons, I have looked up to see your light shining bright (not only your desk light but your big smile that lights up the room). What are we going to do without you? Poor Polly…she is moping around already….I know you will stay in touch by Facebook, but you know you can always call me for anything! We have no doubts that you will be a shining star! Love you!" ~Wendy  

Ingy, for me, you've been solid ground on days that seem to spin with no slowing down; the biggest cheerleader for even the smallest positive things; the most hysterical comments that can make me crack a smile like no one else.

I'm not sure how I will function without the sametime commentary on noises. Or who else will convince me about beauty tricks that at first sound filthy? (I think my longest was 4 days; you were 8, I think. I've still got some learning to do.) College football season in this office may have just dried up, but when I watch the Badgers I pull for them because of you.

To say that I'm going to miss you, my friend, is to put it mildly. I know that we will have texts, phone calls, gchats, etc (we have a very important date on Monday, September 26th). But I eagerly await your November visit already! I know that you are going to do magnificent things wherever you are! Wishing you all the best and bitterly (and selfishly) wishing you didn't have to go. XXXOOO

PS-I promised no crying before you left, but you're on the road now--it's fair game.

Keep Staring at Russia

I tend not to talk politics because, for starters, it depends on the issue not the party for me. My parents always taught me to vote for what I believed in, which meant I could care less if a candidate is republican, democrat, independent, green, polka dot, whatever.  And technically this post isn't really about politics, but it is about a politician's family.

During the last election there were tons of issues that got under my skin, but nothing will make a person lose all credibility and respect from me quicker than not protecting rape survivors. Alas, it brings me to the first Palin offender: Sarah Palin herself. I was mortified and outraged that to save money on the Alaska budget as Governor she, at the very least, allowed survivors to pay for the processing of their own rape kits.

Yes, I'm aware that she claims ignorance of this claim despite the fact that she also claims to have gone through the budgets of different towns/cities line by line. Palin is one of, what I consider, still a small group of women in politics. In my opinion she should be a leader for women and protect them and their rights to the umpteenth degree, and ignorance is not a valid excuse for falling short.

Based on Bristol Palin's recent book, she also doesn't set an accurate or good example at home either. I will admit right now that I have not read the book, and truthfully do not intend to because this family doesn't deserve my money in their pockets. However, the last several days (almost a week) the news circuit has been flooded with Bristol and her account of "losing" her virginity.

She tells a story of getting drunk on wine coolers to the point of not remembering the night, and says that Levi stole her virginity. Then she goes on national television saying, "I never said it was date rape." UGH! (Pulling my hair out, throwing things and wanting to seriously forget that the Palins ever quit staring at Russia!)

The quote that truly sends me over the edge is the one on Good Morning America today:

"I'm not accusing Levi of date rape, or rape at all, but I am just looking back with the adult eyes that I have now and just thinking that was a foolish decision," Bristol says. "I should have never been underage drinking and I should have never gotten myself into a situation like that."

Could this sound more like a survivor (or more rather a victim that still hasn't coped)? What survivor hasn't blamed theirself at first? This reaction to an assault tells victims that they should blame themselves. It's beyond tragic that a young woman that is so well known and can get air time on television is spewing this vomitous rhetoric from her mouth. This type of rationalization is what advocates, supporters, survivors, and some law makers have tried to change for decades.

I sincerely hope that any survivor takes her words with the grain of salt they should be. And for any girl who thinks it's okay to have their virginity "stolen" on a drunken night they don't remember, I pity you. Below is an appropriate definition for a drug facilitated sexual assault:

"When drugs or alcohol are used to compromise an individuals ability to consent to sexual activity. In addition, drugs and alcohol are often used in order to minimize the resistance and memory of the victim of a sexual assault."

I highly doubt Bristol will read this, but if one survivor does and realizes the sexual assault they experienced was NOT their fault regardless of underage drinking, drugging or being somewhere they weren't supposed to be then this post will have made all the difference. But on the off chance Bristol does read it: Please, please, please quit flinging your ignorance like a poo slinging monkey around when rape survivors are already not respected and protected. Also, pay careful attention to the definition above.

Only For the Avid Reader

I finally read all three books of what is referred to has the Millennium Trilogy, although most people I know refer to it as The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Trilogy.  I have to be honest--I don't get it, and you should consider me NOT on the bandwagon. I am certain several thousands of people disagree...BUT:

The books are enjoyable, sort of. The first one is enjoyable about 300 pages in, the second about 200 pages and the third from the beginning. To me, especially with the first book, it took 300 pages for the story to finally start. The first part is ALL setup. Maybe I've officially become a part of the ADD generation, but that's excessive, unnecessary exposition. But I was also the same kid who read Charles Dickens for fun, so I find it hard to believe that it was ADD kicking in at almost 30 years of age.

Please understand, I'm not talking ill of the dead. Stieg Larsson clearly had a brilliant mind that was very creative; however, parts of his books almost read like he's giving a history report. I, by no means, am saying that Swedish history and scandal are not important and enthralling--but for a novel I don't need to know every nook and cranny. There's also the curious part of me that thinks fiction shouldn't have footnotes: You should intrigue your audience enough to make them research and learn on their own.

Another reason that it dragged for me is that I really just don't care for third person narrative at this point in my reading career. Because at the end of the day, I want to be in a character's head. I want to know their emotions, motivations and their fears. It plugs the reader (at least for me) deeper into the story and adds a connection that third person never truly accomplishes.

Also (and I may just be too sensitive to this issue) the sex in the book seems skewed. Sex scenes in a book that move the plot do not offend me, so the scene(s) in this trilogy didn't offend me. What does somewhat irritated me is that the only scene that actually details and describes the sex is a rape scene. There are other scenes where sex is alluded to but the narrative cuts off right as "so and so" land in bed, even though it is made clear more times that I can count in the books that both main characters enjoy sex. I realize that the rape scene is highly important to the overall story but I think this decision misrepresents Lisbeth's over all view of sex.

I will admit it took me far longer to finish The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo than it should have (I'm talking months here). I made it through the last two books much quicker for a few reasons: 1. My work schedule is currently not insane; 2. The action in the books was kicked into high gear; and 3. I vowed to myself that I'd finish the series.

While the books are intriguing and the main character Lisbeth Salander is spellbinding and disturbing, I can only recommend these books for an consistent readers. If you only read occasionally or don't truly enjoy reading, I don't think this is the book for you. Any other words: Only avid readers need apply.

(Not) Left Behind

In August 2003, I made the move out West from my home state of South Carolina. This move fulfilled a self-proclaimed prophecy I made at 5 years old. Granted my 5 year old self wanted to sing and act; a goal that drastically changed before I graduated high school. I distinctly remember at the time that I just wanted to get away from my sleepy town and stifling state (all the while knowing it was beautifully green and friendly).

At 22 years of age my eyes were huge with wonder and my stomach was filled with excitement and anticipation. I thought to myself multiple times during the drive out west, "I'm finally getting out." I had no idea that I would be horribly homesick my first semester and that I would without a doubt miss the South and the opportunities it didn't hold for a life in television.

The longer I've stayed out West, the prouder I've become of my state. Yes, I know that many people judge the South, and I'm not saying mistakes have never been made in my home state. But at the end of the day, my comfort foods, sounds and activities come directly from the very place I couldn't wait to leave.

So, this morning I was deeply amused when I heard the statement: "I thought once people left the South they left the grits behind." It made me wonder what else I've refused to part with...

• Grits (obviously). I don't have the selection out in La La land that South Cackalacki offered, but at least I can find some. Although typically I can only find Quaker Oats' Instant Grits, which is truthfully perfect because my husband doesn't particularly like grits.
• Boiled Peanuts. My mom has to ship me raw green peanuts from back home (actually from Cayce Farmer's Market to be exact) in order to make them the right way. I have yet to find a steady place in Los Angeles to buy green peanuts when they are in season. Occasionally I can find raw peanuts, but they are always the size of goober peas--which means they are never as good.

• Country Music. This drives my husband crazy, but I will love country music until the day I die. LA only has one wide reaching station, and my radio reflects that accordingly. (I typically only flip between Go Country 105 and my iPod; I, honestly, don't even know what other stations are in LA! Ha!)
• Red Velvet Cake. Yes, I know it's all the rage everywhere now. But as a little girl I was only able to have red velvet around Christmas, and it was always from scratch. My grandmother (Ed Nanny is what we call her) use to think it was hilarious to watch 5-foot-nothing Polly fight against her Uncle Al (who's over a foot taller, and intimidating if you don't know him) for the most pieces of her homemade red velvet cake.
• Tailgating. I know other places in the country claim to tailgate, but I hate to tell you: you haven't tailgated until you've done so for a Carolina football game (or even my little Newberry football games). Nothing beats waking up exceptionally early and drinking mimosa's for a few hours, then ice cold beer and grilling.
• BBQ (shredded pork, not just cooking on the grill). If the BBQ sauce is red, it's not the right color: It should be yellow. Back home or BBQ sauce is made with mustard and vinegar and it's sent from heaven. I loved Saturdays where my dad picked up Hites BBQ (a whole in the wall where you only pick up your food).  Once home, I'd fix a hash (if you don't know what it is, just eat it--don't ask) sandwich and pour that mustardy-vingeary goodness on it. (My mom occassionaly ships me BBQ sauce along with my peanuts.)

A picture of my favorite BBQ joint back home.

• "Y'all." I know that it's not grammatically correct, but this will never leave my vocabulary. It's a homey sound that soothes the soul.

So, while I now accept the fact that I am a Los Angeleno, a part of my heart will always be in South Carolina. And no amount of time in Cali will change the fact that I am a Carolina Girl!

Omaha Reminds Me of "Bull Durham"

I love sports--this is a shock to no one. But there are two times of the year where I can barely have a conversation without being distracted by the television: College Basketball's March Madness and the College World Series. Both of these distractions become far more exasperated if any of the following teams are involved: Gonzaga Bulldogs, (South*) Carolina Gamecocks, Notre Dame and Clemson.

This weekend my baby brother and his girlfriend game to visit. We went out to eat on Sunday, and I, of course, made sure the waiter turned the nearest television to ESPN2 so that I could watch Coach Tanner and the Gamecocks. I contributed to conversation for the most part while constantly looking at the television. This only got worse when we got back to my place.

 My mom called around the top of the 9th--I feigned conversation, and then bluntly told my mom, "Gotta go. It's the bottom of the 9th and the Cocks are batting." (I think I did mumble an "I love you" before I hung up.) Then my husband tried to tell me a story when Robert Beary hit a double and I screamed at the TV. At that point everyone in the room realized, don't talk to Polly until the game is over. The end of the game didn't take too long, but with a tied score of 4 to 4, the anticipation always seems to drag it out. After the bases were loaded, Scott Wingo hit in the winning run. And the Gamecocks won their first game in Omaha; something they didn't even do when they won the Series last year.

It was awesome! But, I think the most hilarious moment of the evening was listening to Wingo's post-game interview. It reminded me of the scene in Bull Durham when Crash Davis is telling Ebby Calvin LaLoosh the appropriate wording and phrases to say in an interview; and it was painfully obvious that no such lecture was given to Wingo. He said the word "battle" as a verb at least 7 times in an interview that totalled at most one minute and 45 seconds.

Crash Davis from Bull Durham.

 Don't get me wrong Scott Wingo is young, and he will have plenty of time to learn. Being a (not really) new Los Angeleno, I look forward to seeing him play for the Dodgers. And just in case he doesn't have is own Crash Davis, here's a sample of a well-rehearsed speech:
* The asterisk is for anyone who may not have been sure which team I was referring to if I had just said "Carolina." But for future reference, if Pondering Polly says "Carolina" or "USC," it means the University of South Carolina.

"I'm just happy to be here, and I hope I can help the ball club. I just want to give it my best shot, and the good Lord willing things will work out. You got to play 'em one day at a time. A good friend of mine use to say, 'This is a simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. And sometimes it rains.'"

She's a Cop; She's a B*tch

When I'm not watching sci-fi or supernatural shows, I'm probably watching a procedural of some sort. And typically (I would say 9 times out of 10) that procedural probably has a strong female lead. A couple months ago I heard that Ally Walker was going to get her own show on Lifetime--a procedural (whether they want to admit it or not) with a nice balance of personal drama.  I was ecstatic to hear about the show, I've missed Ally has a true lead since Profiler (one of my favorite shows of all time).

But something hit me last night while I watched the show, and it wasn't a new revelation but it seemed to come into focus: A woman cop main character--she's a b*tch. If the main character isn't rip, roaring with a b*tch-a-tude; she's at the very least difficult. This seems to be the tried and true method for making a strong woman character, especially if she is to portray a police officer.

Don't get me wrong, I--at times--proudly take the title b*tch with me. But why? Why is it that if a woman has an opinion and is (more than likely) right, she has to be difficult or a b*tch? Why isn't she seen as strong, admirable or confident?

Watching The Protector made this common (and if I do say so myself) lazy ploy come into a painfully, razor sharp focus. Unfortunately, it's not the first time this has been done, and I doubt it will be the last time.  But to give you a few more examples, here are some strong female police characters I love who happen to be b*tches:

• Gloria Sheppard from The Protector. Ally Walker was fantastic, as usual. But the writers made Sheppard smart, tough, endearing with a manipulative twist and a b*tch. At least 3 different characters asked Sheppard if she "was going to make someone cry;" and one of those times, the words came out of her own mouth. Writers, you can make a character smug, sarcastic and a badass without beating us over the head that she's a raging b*tch.

• Grace Hanadarko from Saving Grace. My husband hates this show, but to me Holly Hunter got to play one of the most interesting characters on TV. That being said, she was a different type of b*tch. She has no problem hitting, kicking, shooting, drinking, fornicating. They tried to balance all of her character's flaws/vices with her undying devotion to those closest to her, especially her nephew. But at the end of the day, she got labelled a "slutty bitch" because with all of her flaws and vices she broke up her partner's marriage by sleeping with him.
• Brenda Leigh Johnson from The Closer. Kyra Sedgwick doesn't play Johnson as an overtly b*tchy female. Oh no, these writers were clever enough to mask it with a southern accent and charming sayings; which means, simply put, they gave the rest of the world all of our Southern Belle secrets. I assure you, if you hear a woman with a slight or gigantic twang say, "bless your heart," she doesn't think highly of you.

• Mary Shannon from In Plain Sight. Mary McCormack is hysterical. But at the bare bones her character sums it up well with "I don't play well with others." Yet again very strong woman, but they paint her too strong. She avoids family, is more cynical than anyone on television, and always assumes the worst. Mary is inflexible almost to an unbreakable fault, but she has compassion under her stony exterior.

In case you can't tell, I do still love these characters. I just wish television writers would learn to write a strong, sarcastic character without branding them a b*tch. You can still have that character liked by more than just their inner circle--it won't hurt their street cred, honest.

Movie Theater Etiquette

In case it isn't blatantly obvious, I see a lot of movies. But I have gotten to the point that I don't go to certain theaters or to certain showtimes. The reason is because by the time the movie is over I feel like I've wasted my time and money because inevitably someone ruins the experience.

I am a complete suspension of disbelief person and I want to get lost in a movie, but because people lack social etiquette it doesn't always happen. For example:

1. I will (most likely) NEVER go to a midnight movie again. There are always large groups of teenagers so loud, I want to scream at them! If I'm a big enough fan of a film, franchise, actor to have my almost 30 year old ass at a theater in the middle of the night I WANT to be able to watch the movie in peace! So, please shut the hell up.

2. Cell phones attached to a person's fingers. It's a movie theater, which means it's dark. I don't want to see little flashes of light unless it's the usher making sure people are behaving. People who can't put their phones in a pocket or purse should have their fingers super glued to the keys. Or at the very least be kicked out and made fun of like the woman at the Alamo Drafthouse.

3. Then there's another breed of cell phone users in the theater--those who actually TALK on their phones. In no way or place is this EVER appropriate, E.V.E.R! I don't want to hear about your dog, your mom's decorations, or your friend's STD... Seriously, I enjoy a sound mix--so even if actors aren't talking on screen, you're still ruining the flick.

4. Another etiquette (common sense) issue is children in theaters. Let me say here: I like kids; I want to be a mommy. However, certain ages of children are not appropriate at some films. For instance, if your child can only talk in terms of "poopoo" and "peepee," please--for the sake Pete--don't take them to a R rated movie that includes zombies being hacked up, kinky sex, and/or any four letter word that adults use to express anger, disbelief, or excitement.

5. And lastly, be on time; better yet, make it for the previews. If being late can't be helped, find an outside seat. 15 minutes into a movie, when I actually feel connected, I don't want you bumping my legs whispering a yelling, "excuse me." There's also a very easy solution to this problem: movie theaters typically screen the same films every 2 1/2 hours--wait until the next one!

I'm sure there are countless other things that get on my (and everyone else's) nerves. As a matter of fact I have one more: I'm in the industry, I want to watch the credits. A person jabbering behind me means I have a hard time reading. It's still dark, be quiet.

See? There are so many ill-behaved people at movie theaters in today's age it's easy to list them out. I blame cell phones and poor parenting.

In case you were curious, this post was prompted by:

Same Story, Different Death, No Outrage

So, Rihanna has a new video ("Man Down"), which means there's a media firestorm. It's an amazing look at what every survivor feels at one point in their recovery--the desire for vengeance. But, of course, over concerned parents are bashing it. Parents Television Council, Industry Ears and the Enough Is Enough Campaign are all asking for the video to be banned from airing.

In the video Rihanna kills the man who sexually assaulted her the previous night. Rihanna, having experienced abuse before (whether sexual or not), hasn't killed anyone in real life. Instead this video in my opinion, and from what I can tell Rihanna's, is about a very real emotion that all survivors experience. I call it vengeance, but that's not really it. It's the desire to get back an innocence and power that was once yours. No, you don't have to kill the rapist to do that; but it's certainly a thought survivors have--or at least I know I have.

I, in no way, am condoning murder. It's something that I don't think I could ever be capable of, but it doesn't mean that I haven't wanted to lash out. I understand parents wanting to protect your children. But by not talking about sexual assault parents aren't protecting their kids; parents are just making their kids unprepared (and possibly more susceptible) for the future. The reality is that 1 out of 6 American women will be raped in their lifetime, which means these parents who don't want to talk about the issue probably know at least one survivor.

The other thing that is incredibly startling about this current outrage is a song released almost 20 years ago: Tori Amos "Me and a Gun." In the song, Amos discusses a night where she was violently raped. She talks about the thoughts that ran through her head--places she'd been or places she hadn't yet seen, the fact she sang hymns during the act to survive, and (in case you can't tell by the title) the knowledge that she was going to die.

Luckily for all survivors out there, Amos (co-founder of RAINN) was able to survive because the attacker needed a drug fix. But I don't remember any outrage over this song, granted there was no video other than live performances. How can this be? A painfully vivid commentary where a victim (now a survivor) talks about her attack. Why didn't the parents get outraged at the violence towards a woman? I find it sickening and disturbing that the public is more in arms over the death of an assaulter than they ever were of even a potential death of a victim.

Both artists are giving a voice to a topic that still no one wants to talk about: this crime and assault against all human beings that has only been illegal in all it's current forms for not quite 40 years. Yet still it's the only crime where the victim catches as much heat if not more than the criminal (I mean take the NYC cops who were acquitted all because the victim wasn't "believable" enough).

Both artists give a raw, honest look inside what all survivors feel. The helplessness, tarnished, broken, angry, mutilated mind and soul that first surrounds the survivor before they learn to survive again. We should commend Rihanna for wanting to open this conversation up for young women and men. This video should be applauded for giving a voice to an ever silent epidemic. I, as a survivor, thank both artists for using their platforms to speak out for all of us.

Writer-Struck

A couple of weeks ago I did a post about the 10 women that I consider celeb heroes. When I made the list I didn't necessarily anticipate that I would actually get to meet any of them. But within days of the post, Golden Apple Comics announced an event that included my number 5--Jane Espenson. How could I miss that?

Once I committed to going, I had to wonder if I would lose part of my gumption. I mean, working in Hollywood I see actors off and on all the time. They don't scare me--I do not get star-struck. I will gladly say, "hello" and start a conversation. I once had an entire conversation with Brian Krause (the actor that convinced me boys weren't yucky in Return to the Blue Lagoon) without blinking an eye.

This fall, however, I learned that I get a different kind of struck. I get writer-struck. I was leaving work and walked right by Joss Whedon. I was on the phone with my mom and stopped speaking mid-sentence. I couldn't get a syllable out (I think my mom thought I dropped the phone). Once I found my motor skills again, I informed my mom of what just happened; she asked, "Did you say hi?" Ugh! No, Mom. Did you miss the radio silence?


So, last night I had the opportunity to meet Jane Espenson (an amazing television writer) and I spaced...Not entirely...I mean words came out, but completely in the wrong order. I told her she was one of my heroes because she is. She then asked if I was an aspiring writer, and I FROZE. My knee-jerk reaction for whatever reason was to tell her what I currently get paid to do, accompanied with the word "no." 

Completely untrue! I most definitely am, even if you don't count the blog. Granted I don't want to be a television writer because my heart is in books; but still "no?" I have no idea what I was thinking. I think it was a combination of being writer-struck and the fact there was a line of people behind me. Being from the South, I often feel that I shouldn't take too much time if there are other people waiting.

But Jane was still gracious and kind and we talked daytime TV for a bit, even though I was dying to ask about Torchwood: Miracle Day or Once Upon a Time. She even agreed to take a picture with me, and told me she was glad to meet me! Well, Jane, I assure you that I am the one who is completely over the moon to have been given a moment of your time!

Jane Espenson and me at Golden Apple Comics!

So, as of June 1st my number 5 is crossed off my list. Although I hope at sometime in the future I can pick her gorgeous brain without getting writer-struck.

You Were My (Fill in the Blank)

There is a fantastic, brilliant rumor roaming the internet right now: David Tennant will be returning for the season finale of Doctor Who. Let me say right now: I HAVE NO IDEA WHETHER THE RUMOR IS TRUE OR NOT! IMDB reports that Tennant along with the fifth Doctor, Peter Davison, are appearing in this season's finale alongside the current Doctor, Matt Smith. In general, IMDB is quasi-reliable (at least for release dates); however, current show runner Steven Moffat is sneaky and sometimes too brilliant for his own good. Moffat hasn't tweeted Tennant's return which, honestly, doesn't hurt or help the rumor.

Regardless of whether the rumor is true or not, the idea of it got me thinking and remembering a mini-Doctor Who episode that had both Tennant and Davison. In the small (maybe five minute) episode "Time Crash", Tennant tells Davison, "You were MY Doctor." Of course, this made me want to make a list of my MY's "fill in the blanks."

• David Tennant--You were MY Doctor. Yes, I enjoy the others and Smith is growing on me more and more each episode--but it still ends and begins with Tennant for me.
• Lestat--You were MY vampire. I read, watch, and write way too many vampire books, shows, movies, and stories. But at the end of the day, my first fang love will always be Lestat. (For clarification, I mean the literary character, NOT Tom Cruise or Stuart Townsend.)
• Vincent D'Onofrio--You were MY Thor. I enjoyed the new movie and Chris Hemsworth was very entertaining. However, Adventures in Babysitting is one of my all time feel good movies; and nothing beats Sara handing you the helmet and melting your heart.

• Sarah Michelle Gellar--You were MY Buffy. Don't get me wrong I loved the movie for the brainchild it was, and doing a reboot without Joss is (and I quote) "are really stupid idea." When all is said and done, I want my world saving, asses kicked and clever quips said by SMG.
• Michael Keaton--You were MY Batman. I know Christian Bale is doing a great job with the darker, re-envisioning; BUT who didn't LOVE Keaton as the man with great toys?
• Christopher Reeve--You were MY Superman. (Wow, I am really showing my comic book geekiness!) I am a fan of all things Man of Steel, and Superman vs Batman is a common debate in my home. But when I read a Superman or Kal-El story, it's Christopher I will always picture.
• Tim Curry--You were MY Frank-n-Furter. Frank is going to be another victim of a reboot. This reboot is especially annoying to me because is being headed by the dreaded Ryan Murphy; he might make Frank into an African-American, heterosexual woman...Oh wait! He already did that on Glee. 

I'm sure there are countless others that could be added to this list, especially with the ever growing trend of reboots. If I made a list of all the rehashed characters, this blog would never end. So, I'll leave you with MY top picks.