Thursday, August 21, 2008

A Tinge of Cringe

I'll be one of a number of those sharing humiliating high school dreck in Cringe: Teenage Diaries, Journals, Notes, Letters, Poems, and Abandoned Rock Operas, which goes on sale Friday.

Today I had to scan some photos from that period. The writers are going to wear photo buttons of their old school selves at the book release party.
This one isn't from that period, it's from freshman year of college. The girl on the left is me, the one on the right is my sister. She was a sophmore.

Everything about this picture screams mid-Nineties. Fuck 90-new-10 and their faux nostalgia. I've got Cobain hair, brown cords, and shirt sleeves over my wrists because I AM NOT NIRVANA. I used to wonder why my BFF got all the tail. Umm, maybe because I dressed like a lesbian? Who would you rather fuck - the girl in the cute sundress or the one in the ratty mustard yellow grandpa cardigan?

My sister looks like a cheerleader for the Baltimore Ravers. They host weekly underground games in which two neon-clad teams try to out-hug each other while grooving to the sounds of disco-tripno-techno. Very often the cheerleaders will drop E during pre-game and spend the entire time humping their megaphones.

There's also not one, but TWO posters of Mr. Chris Cornell from Soundgarden. You never know when you're going to need a greasy-haired pretend Satanist. Best to have an extra lying around.

Learn more about Cringe here or listen to this story on NPR.

Also, see what Cornell's been up to. Pretty sweet stuff y'all.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Happy (Late) Birthday, Madge!



This was always one of my favorites. Highly underrated.

FUN FACT!: The guy who plays her boyfriend was actually her real boyfriend at the time.

Best part is 1:51. I don't know why I find it so incredibly HOT but I have a few theories:

In this video, Madonna is...

1. Wearing all white

2. Playing around in the street

3. Not at all being hard to get

Do you wanna see me down on my knees?
Or bending over backwards now would you be pleased?
Unlike the others I'd do anything.
I'm not the same, I have no shame.
I'm on fire!

Which means she's breaking 3 cardinal rules my mother impressed upon me as a youngster. I still have a hard time bringing myself to buy a white top. I hear a little voice going, "But what if you spill?" and I put it back on the rack. Maybe this is why I'm never invited to Diddy's White Party. I'd have to hire extra security to get there early and canvas the premises for clumsy people and cranberry juice.

Have a good one, M. I promise I'll Netflix Desparately Seeking Susan.