Essays that made legendary writer Hilton Als applaud, and a dystopian tale for despondent Millennials (raises hand), help me ring in 2019.
Now that SUMMMMMERRRRR 2018 has finally arrived, Justin and I came up with a game to help us get out and explore our city. Actually, just Justin came up with the game because “making life fun” is his number one contribution and responsibility to our marriage.
Rizzo’s the only character in that whole movie given real depth. Rizzo can float in and out of being one of four parts Pink Lady and being just Rizzo. Whenever you see the other Pink Ladies not in the group, their desperation or insecurity is palpable. Rizzo though? When Rizzo’s alone she’s making things happen.
That Anthony Bourdain no longer is out in this world somewhere, learning, eating, meeting others, means there’s one less good and powerful voice speaking for so many of us. A good and powerful voice that was also incredibly entertaining. Here’s one of my favorite examples.
I need to paint 20 frames for an upcoming gallery show and the thought of me, Jackie “Oh, Did I Make That Mess?” Mantey, painting anything in our small apartment’s even smaller dining room nearly gives Justin a rash. So here I am, standing in my temporary Indiana studio (his mom’s garage), wearing ratty clothes, my hair high in a messy bun. Before I start painting, I take a minute to look around the subdivision.
All the contestants had to spend a grueling 30 seconds in said swimsuit walking around, basically, a circle on stage. It was all very ridiculous. However, there was one way a gal could make this experience much more fun, much less like, well, getting judged in your bathing suit by a group of strangers with your teachers in the audience: Contestants got to pick their own music.