The first thing you should know is that the movie All the Boys I Loved Before does live up to all the hype. It’s sweet and charming and makes me wonder if there was a…
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Day 4 of 200: Dinner & a Movie
Tonight might be the exact 23rd anniversary of the first time I saw “Clueless.” It was in July of 1995 at the Oakwood Mall with Kelly, a University of Kentucky photo intern at the Leader-Telegram….
Update: My Heart is Not Dead Yet
If you are just joining us, I have a fear of my heart dying. Not in the really, truly dead, no heartbeat, brain ceases functioning kind of dying, but a metaphorical death whereby nothing pleases,…
On Ghostbusters, Getting Hit On & Fat-Shaming (or lack thereof)
Tuesday, the two youngest Tibbles and I went out to lunch and to see “Ghostbusters”. Since my teenage nephews are dabbling in sexism and misogyny (please, please let this be a rebellious phase, please), they…
The Unsettling Amy Winehouse Documentary
Left to my own devices, I’d have seen “Amy” once it hit Netflix. However, when your seventeen-year-old music-loving niece texts you and says, “Want to see the Amy Winehouse documentary at 10:30 with me?” The…
We Deserve Magic Earrings, Misfits, and Rock & Roll Superheroes
I discovered the magical hair bleaching properties of peroxide the summer of 1987. We started out using Sun-In, but soon discovered that peroxide was way cheaper. This a vital detail. Remember it. We’ll come back…
Sexy Baby & The Labiaplasty That Haunts Me
Saturday I watched Sexy Baby which labels itself, “a documentary about sexiness & the cyber age.” The movie’s been knocking around in my brain since I watched most of it that afternoon. I say most…
The Emotion of Grief Really Stinks
If I had been able to get a tattoo in 1989 at the age of 17 it most definitely would have been the words “Carpe Diem” or if I were feeling super adventurous “Gather ye…
Trapped in 1993 with the River Phoenix Blues Again
I was driving from Shakopee back to Eau Claire on Halloween 1993. I have no idea why I made the journey home to see my parents, I only know that I did. Relaying this story…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: The So-So Gatsby Edition
Sunday morning began at ridiculous o’clock in the morning when the heavens opened up and poured water onto the Earth waking my bed companion cum arch-nemesis, Lex Luthor. Lex is my BFK’s puppy of some…