I don’t even know where to start.
CommuniCon had been a pipe dream since the third season hiatus. I think the term was coined during the Paley Fest panel when we realized how many of our Twitter Study Group were either in the actual audience, at the “Greendale Pep Rally” at the NY Paley center (where the panel was being streamed) or huddled around computers watching the feed from Paley’s website. Someone tweeted that it felt like we were all at our own convention and the term “CommuniCon” was born. We started calling any gathering of two or more Community fans CommuniCon and we all talked about how wonderful it would be if a fan convention could happen.
But I never thought it actually WOULD happen.
Not that I don’t have faith in my fellow Community fans. It’s just that organizing an official convention is a massive undertaking. But I should have known better. The one thing you don’t tell a Community fan is that something is impossible. Community fans MAKE things possible.
My lovely friend Gillian followed our favorite instinct here at Head Over Feels (“Screw It, We’re Doing This”) and CommuniCon became a reality. Over the next few months, Gillian, along with me and the rest of the “Tranny Queens” Sarah, Jen and Catherine, emailed and brainstormed and flailed about and maaaaaaaaaaaaybe abused an imdb pro account (*innocent whistle*) to put it together (it should also be mentioned that NONE OF US lived in Los Angeles, where it was held). Tickets to the Con sold out in minutes and there was a wait list up until the very last day. I cashed in my long saved frequent flier miles for a trip to LA, booked a hotel room with my future wives and BARELY beat Winter Storm Nemo out of New York City on Friday.
It was better than I could have even imagined it would be.
“We’re together. That makes this the perfect timeline.”
Two years ago my friend Tevy changed my life when he handed me the DVD of the first season of Community and said “Kim, I don’t know why you aren’t watching this show but you should be.” Now, some people (though I doubt anyone who reads this blog) may think it is silly of me to say that a television show changed my life. But it’s true. Community unleashed the fangirl in me that had clearly been dying to get out, and I don’t regret letting her out for a SECOND. She’s a big reason this blog even EXISTS.
I have loved a lot of shows in my lifetime. The X-Files. Friends. Lost. How I Met Your Mother. Grey’s Anatomy. But little did I know what kind of love affair would launch when I started Community. I devoured practically two seasons in a weekend (the first episode I ever watched live was Season Two’s “Applied Anthropology and Culinary Arts”). I found things in each member of the Greendale Seven that I loved and related to. Annie’s driven nature and competitiveness. Britta’s needless defiance and desire to do the right thing, even if she is the worst at it. Shirley’s desire to reinvent herself. Troy’s innocence and joy in everything he does. The way Abed sees everything through a pop culture lens because that’s how he relates to the world. Jeff’s struggle between being the man he thinks he wants to be and the man he actually IS. And even Pierce. Pierce just wants to belong and feel relevant. In fact, that is the common thread between all the members of the study group. Community is at its heart a show about finding where you belong and finding people who love you, no matter how weird or damaged you are. Isn’t that the very thing that all of us as Human Beings want? To know that we are not alone in this world?
I may have been late to the Community party, but once I was there, I was all in. I didn’t shut up about the show. I wanted EVERYONE to know what I had discovered: that something about this strange little study group at the world’s wackiest Community college was incredibly special. Sure, the show was hysterical, but underneath the metaness and movie parodies there beat a giant heart. I will never understand why some people don’t SEE THAT when they watch the show.
Listen: The holidays are awesome. All the best movies of the year come out within the same two-week span; you can start drinking at pretty much any time of the day that you feel like it; and people you like GIVE you stuff. They just give it to you!
For those of us who wear our hearts and feels on our sleeves, we can assume that at least some of that stuff will be fandom-related. And fandom presents are the BEST presents. How could socks and underwear possibly compare to the ThinkGeek catalog or the creme de la Redbubble?
We put out the call to our Twitter followers and, as always, they came through like gangbusters. Check out the plethora of geek gifts the Head Over Feels family got this year!
Guys, it’s been a really rough day. First, the guy at Dunkin forgot to put the pumpkin flavoring in my coffee. I had to drink plain coffee, like some kind of plain-coffee-drinking schmuck. Then I had to spend an hour looking at pictures of our Sexiest Woman Alive winner and runner-up in various states of undress. When will the torture end?
Thanks to all the hot-lady appreciating folks who voted in our Facebook poll this week. Head Over Feels nominated our six favorite sexy women and our followers wrote in some other inspired picks. (Shout out to Angela Lansbury and Miss Piggy.) Even though the eventual winner jumped to the head of the pack early, it was an exciting race for #2. It just so happens that our top two girls are also colleagues, which gives us fair reason to fantasize about slumber parties after long days on the Mad Men set. Can we be invited next time? We’ll bring the popcorn.
You know this post needs a soundtrack, and these stacked ladies deserve some serious, bass-heavy funk.
Let the ogling begin!
The Sexiest Woman Alive, Runner-Up: Christina Hendricks
The fact that you guys voted for a runner-up with a dress size of 14 makes me want to throw all of my airbrush-happy womens magazines out my window and run down my street, triumphantly singing. Congratulations to the gorgeous and talented Ms. Hendricks for being an inspiration for body confidence and werking that shit.
Looking fine and sophisticated in some hipster specs.
Extra credit for playing a sexy baddie in Firefly.
Like Joan, Christina’s style is deliciously womanly. Can that body look anything BUT womanly?
If you were Roger, could you have ever gotten over this one? Didn’t think so.
Worth the back pain, probably.
And now, the woman voted (overwhelmingly) into the top spot by Head Over Feels readers…
The Sexiest Woman Alive: Alison Brie
As Jeff Winger once said to Annie Edison, “You’re becoming dangerous, Annie. It’s those doe eyes. Disappointing you is like choking the Little Mermaid with a bike chain.” Add those doe eyes to that rocking bod and you’ve got our Sexiest Woman Alive. Alison is the “Girl Next Door” fantasy on steroids. And it’s no coincidence that she’s on two of Head Over Feels’ favorite shows, and very nearly perfect on both of them. We like her beautiful insides too.
How is this fair to the rest of us, Alison?
A. Tongue. B. That ice cream looks delicious, omg.
Study group swag.
I don’t think anyone will complain about some bonus Gillian Jacobs.
And now, the Sexiest Woman Alive and one of our Sexiest Men Alive will have their first dance:
There is a serious lack of photos of Christina Hendricks and co-Sexiest Man Adam Scott together. Get on that, internet.
Congratulations to all the nominees and especially to our winners! You all represent this blog’s favorite qualities in a gal: style and substance, talent and sex appeal, nerdiness and heart. And we thank you for it.
A few weeks ago we had a Sexiest Man Alive contest which lead to ultimate Life Ruiners Joel McHale and Adam Scott being crowned the First Annual Head Over Feels Sexiest Men alive and being retired to the Hall of Fame. Now…let it never be said that we are not equal opportunity objectifiers here at Head Over Feels. We appreciate the hot ladies just as much as we do the men. Maybe even more.
So get thee to our Facebook page (and while you’re there, go ahead and like us) and vote for the First Annual Head Over Feels Sexiest Woman Alive. Voting will close tomorrow evening. Don’t see your favorite sexy Lady? Nominate your own choice! In the meantime, feast your eyes upon the gorgeousness of our Top Six Nominees…
As always, thank you to the lovely Chelsea for helping compile gifs and photos. Somebody hire her please. Gif collecting is totally a special skill.
1) Alison Brie
Any Sexy Lady poll that doesn’t include Alison is invalid. Not only is she Community‘s Annie Edison and Mad Men‘s Trudy Campbell (bb, you deserve so much better than Pete. Please divorce his ass next season and become BFF’s with Joanie), just LOOK AT HER. That hair. Those Eyes. Those Legs. The perfect complexion. Don’t even get me started on her cleavage. It’s pretty famous on the internet. And she even knows it. And the fact that she is an incredibly talented actress and comedienne? Well, Ali, that’s just ruining everything for the rest of us.
Ladies and gays, prepare yourselves.
For the past two days, some of Head Over Feels’ favorite men have been in a heated race (mmmm…heated race…) for our own Sexiest Man Alive crown. The campaigning is over, and we’re ready to declare our winner.
Make that winners. It’s a tie!
Two contenders quickly rose to the head of the pack and stayed there deadlocked. It’s only fitting that these two morons are the chosen ones, as they embody every quality that makes a Head Over Feels heartthrob: comic genius, regular genius, latent dorkiness, and a delicious affinity for plaid.
This post comes pre-soundtracked, for your convenience:
Ready? Let’s do this.
The Sexiest Man Alive #1: Joel McHale
Yes, Joel. Just like that.
Like that too.
I mean, can Channing Tatum’s shadow do this? I don’t think so.
Fuck you too, Joel. Ugh.
It’s not just that he ruins lives, it’s that he enjoys it so much.
Annie = #gpoy
The Sexiest Man Alive #2: Adam Scott
Adam’s acceptance speech at the first annual Head Over Feels awards banquet.
Hair porn. All day, every day.
I think I could carve out some time for that, yes.
Lizzy Caplan: “Me too.”
Damn, Lizzy – let someone else have a turn.
*Unable to form sentence*
And as if Joel and Adam weren’t satisfied with separately destroying us, this happened:
I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.
Thanks to everyone who voted and congratulations to our winners! Keep doing what you’re doing, boys. We only hate you a little bit.