She was everywhere, and then she was everywhere. I cannot get away from Taylor Swift. And while I’ve never particularly liked her (mainly because I think she’s a middling (at best) singer and a feeble songwriter), lately my ire’s been growing, and I’ve gone from mid-level annoyance to pre-wrath. She’s just so”¦drippy. And that’s all fine and good for a cheesy pop singer who’s treated as a cheesy pop singer, but when a cheesy pop singer begins to take over the world, it stops being fine and good. Read More Taylor Swift Can’t Be the Voice (or Even a Voice) of a Generation
This week, a friend’s son got his driver’s license – on the second try. Hearing that he didn’t pass the first time brought me back to an afternoon in 1990 that I will never forget. My stomach still turns a little when I think about it. It, of course, if you haven’t guessed, was the afternoon that my 16.5-year-old self didn’t pass my own driver’s exam. Read More Flashback OT: The Humiliation of 1990
As Easter approaches, I’m reminded of a day, many years ago, when a weary undergrad arrived at her parents’ house for a week of much needed rest, cable, and laundry facilities, only to wind up “¦ DUH DUH DUHHHHN “¦ poisoned. Read More The Rancid Weiner: A Short and Basically True Story
Now here’s a category where my Gen. Y status will undoubtedly help rather than hinder–having seen none of these movies when they first came out, I can determine (subjectively, of course) whether these classics have held up well with age or deflated like so many high, scrunchy-wrapped ponytails. Read More Gen. X Movies: Aging like Fine Wine or Crystal Pepsi?