I’ve never really, truly, been on my own before. And that scares the living shit out of me. While there is definitely a part of me that is looking forward to moving on and taking charge of my life, there is still another part of me that is absolutely terrified at the prospect.
HBO’s remake of Mildred Pierce concluded last week and now that the five-hour mini-series has marinated in my brain for a while, I have a few questions. The main one that lingers is, “Why the hell did they make this movie, anyway?”
I’ve never been a girl who plans her wedding or thinks about having kids. After proclaiming myself a feminist in sixth grade, I looked down at my peers who planned their domestic future all through high school and college; especially after I learned how the patriarchy and consumerism dominate momentous events like having a baby, […]
Last night I got to see the two best kisses (on Glee!) and the best punch on TV this season. The kisses will be well covered elsewhere this morning. It’s the punch I felt in my core.