I hope you all will excuse me while I make rash, sweeping generalizations about, well, pretty much all of us (or at least the generations to which we belong). I think it’s interesting that the idea of the lovable, cool slacker arose in the 80s and 90s as a counter-cultural alternative to yuppies and corporate […]
I will defend to the death my right to hate January for no other reason except that I do. But, out of respect for you readers, I’ll provide some actual linkage, maybe some statistics, and a whole lot of incontrovertible proof that January is a bad, terrible, horrible, no-good time to be alive. 1. The […]
I was born in 1973, which pretty much puts me smack dab in the middle of Gen X. I was a kid as the Cure and Siousxie and the Banshees were taking over alternative radio, but I remember becoming aware of them when I started high school in 1987. I had already become schooled in […]
This week, we take a look at a French novel (translated, of course–my French begins and ends with voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir), which has managed to straddle “bestseller-dom” and “intellectually stimulating reads-ville.” Of course, this mixing does not please the bookish overlords, who have compared the novel to a piece of Ikea furniture–”popular, […]
As a teenager in the late eighties, Winona Ryder was my hero. An article in either Bop! or Tiger Beat once misidentified her birthday as the same as mine, so in my vapid teenage way I felt, you know, really connected to her. I’m not sure if it was Dracula or finding out we were […]