I am a small fat troll of an old lady who enjoys waddling down subway platforms in front of educated, good-looking, productive, and adjective-obsessed young men.
Samantha could have toppled skyscrapers and Jeannie could have short-fused rockets faster than June Cleaver served Wonder Bread fluffernutters, yet neither did.
In June, 1896, Charles Foster Hefflon, an employee of America’s first convenience store, Shoppe 24, accidentally ingested an opium-laced sarsaparilla and had a vision.
Instead, most of the people I know chose to discuss When Animals Attack, a documentary on real animals that kill everybody. I’m sure there’s a message here.
Loosely based on Gore Vidal’s novel, it’s often cited as one of the worst movies ever made. Rex Reed as a milquetoast becomes Raquel Welch after a sex-change.
Black Flag, Bad Brains, and Dead Kennedys may be better known, but nobody captures the exuberance and sonic recklessness of hardcore like DC’s Minor Threat.
John Waters, Trash Trio – The scripts for three of Johnny’s finest: Pink Flamingos, Desperate Living, and (the sadly never produced) Flamingos Forever.