As the old adage goes, behind every man there’s a great woman, but when that man is Tim “The Tool-Man” Taylor; life in a suburban sprawl of the greater Detroit region is nary the fun time. Following a decade long stretch of losing her sanity to the tune of masculine grunts, Jill Taylor hangs up her apron and tells the four beasts occupying the now man-cave she is no longer wiping poop smears from the toilet bowls in the numerous bathrooms that are scattered throughout their two-story palatial palace.
“Mom, where’s my sack lunch?” shouts a shaggy-haired Mark as Jill grabs her three-ring binder and heads off to the local community college to gobble up all the information she can on Pavlov’s dog.
“Remember when Mom was fun?” asks Randy as the door slams behind Jill.
Tim rolls his eyes, and a joint, “Yeah, that was way before you mutts came along.”
How My Week with Marilyn costumer Jill Taylor turned that sketch—based on this real-life Marilyn outfit—into this, on Michelle Williams. More exclusive details on the costumes—including lots of sketches and a spirited vintage-undergarment discussion—here.
so i realized today, when she popped up on The West Wing, that I definitely had a crush on the mom from Home Improvement when I was younger.
the weird shit that becomes clear after you just let yourself be gay.
it is astounding.
In related news, Home Improvement was an amazing sitcom, and if you don’t remember the snake slithering from the wall down into Tim ‘The Tool Man’ Taylor’s shirt………….well. you have a childhood to reclaim.
“Unfortunately, as a society, we do not teach our children that they need to tend carefully the garden of their minds. Without structure, censorship, or discipline, our thoughts run rampant on automatic. Because we have not learned how to more carefully manage what goes on inside our brains, we remain vulnerable to not only what other people think about us, but also to advertising and/or political manipulation.”
“I’m saying you need to forget it’s a horror story, that someone might die at every turn. You see, you have to care if the smoking hot lit’ teacher seems a little too interested in his female students. You have to care if the team wins the big game. You have to care if the smart, pretty girl forgives the dumb jock… You root for them, you love them, so when they are brutally murdered, it hurts.”