![OMG, what a coincidence! That’s almost exactly the title of the children’s book I’m writing right now!
[cover with assistance from Buzz Andersen]](http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lydltmVEdh1r00ewlo1_500.jpg)
OMG, what a coincidence! That’s almost exactly the title of the children’s book I’m writing right now!
[cover with assistance from Buzz Andersen]
(Source: twinpeakscaptioned)
Call me!
I am the 5%.
“It’s to put shoes under my knees and pretend to be a little person, tee hee!”
What do you get the serial killer who has everything? For the special psychopath in your life, make it “Stuffed” Girl’s Heads.
I want one…
Remember the early ’90s?
When there were still music videos?
And they were often set in factories that had lots of random gears and/or steam?
When backup dancers wore power suits without shirts and bike shorts with knee pads?
And ladies who resembled supermodels and/or RuPaul would sing the hook with people waving their arms behind her, as though she was some kind of crazy Hindu goddess of dance-pop?
When music video directors were probably big fans of Do The Right Thing and In Living Color?
And then everything suddenly had these wacky fonts and colors so basically THE WHOLE WORLD LOOKED LIKE A TACO BELL AD OR A NOTE SOMEONE PASSED TO YOU IN MATH CLASS AFTER THEY TOOK A BOOK ON LETTERING OUT FROM THE SCHOOL LIBRARY?
No? Well, friends, turn on your battery-operated “dancing flowers” and let C + C Music Factory remind you.
A conversation at work today reminded me of this song and directed me back to this seminal music video. The video is like a combination of “Straight Up Now Tell Me” and “Love Would Never Do Without You” and the song lyrics describe every Maury Povich episode you’ve ever seen.
![Women who encountered Joan Didion when they were young received from her a way of being female and being writers that no one else could give them. She was our Hunter Thompson, and Slouching Towards Bethlehem was our Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He gave the boys twisted pig-fuckers and quarts of tequila; she gave us quiet days in Malibu and flowers in our hair. “We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold,” Thompson wrote. “All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk across the bedroom windows, because I had some idea that the gold light would make me feel better,” Didion wrote. To not understand the way that those two statements would reverberate in the minds of, respectively, young men and young women is to not know very much at all about those types of creatures. Thompson’s work was illustrated by Ralph Steadman’s grotesque ink blots, and early Didion by the ravishing photographs of the mysterious girl-woman: sitting barelegged on a stone balustrade; posing behind the wheel of her yellow Corvette; wearing an elegant silk gown and staring off into space, all alone in a chic living room. Didion’s genius is that she understands what it is to be a girl on the cusp of womanhood, in that fragile, fleeting, emotional time that she explored in a way no one else ever has.
[via The Autumn of Joan Didion - Magazine - The Atlantic, via Buzz]](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxliksUHB31qz74dto1_400.jpg)
Women who encountered Joan Didion when they were young received from her a way of being female and being writers that no one else could give them. She was our Hunter Thompson, and Slouching Towards Bethlehem was our Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He gave the boys twisted pig-fuckers and quarts of tequila; she gave us quiet days in Malibu and flowers in our hair. “We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold,” Thompson wrote. “All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk across the bedroom windows, because I had some idea that the gold light would make me feel better,” Didion wrote. To not understand the way that those two statements would reverberate in the minds of, respectively, young men and young women is to not know very much at all about those types of creatures. Thompson’s work was illustrated by Ralph Steadman’s grotesque ink blots, and early Didion by the ravishing photographs of the mysterious girl-woman: sitting barelegged on a stone balustrade; posing behind the wheel of her yellow Corvette; wearing an elegant silk gown and staring off into space, all alone in a chic living room. Didion’s genius is that she understands what it is to be a girl on the cusp of womanhood, in that fragile, fleeting, emotional time that she explored in a way no one else ever has.
[via The Autumn of Joan Didion - Magazine - The Atlantic, via Buzz]
From the Diane Keaton Formalwear Collection™.
This is an accessory owned by my mother! Put it on and you’re instantly transformed into a Bob Fosse Lady: brewing coffee becomes a jazz-handed affair, reading the New York Times must be done aloud and in song. Why even now, I’m typing with my computer placed coyly between my spread-open legs, pressing the keys one at a time and snapping twice between each letter.
