I regret to inform you that my favorite workout songs are Eye of the Tiger and Man in Motion (St. Elmo’s Fire).

Ooh, I loved her in True Grit.

I think the Bell Jar should be less dreamy and more along the lines of Betty Draper’s episode where she shoots those birds.

The day after his (please god please god) defeat in the general election.

Bad news— 90s rich kid liberal stoners are now Republicans.

What else are they going to do? Talk about Trump’s “accomplishments” or “leadership”?

I hope it’s the same intern who designed the original Trump-Pencetration logo. I’m sure it’s a staffer who also consistently tells Trump that his “hair is looking great today!”

She plagiarized Michelle Obama and rickrolled the RNC. I’m convinced that her speech writer is a 100% Grade A Troll. And I love them.

Did you accidentally go to a local arts and crafts fair and not the RNC?

...and once again, I see those aborted fetus photos and think, “those don’t look human at all.” Which I think is the opposite of what they want me to think.

I always wanted to wear bodysuits but was too self-conscious about my belly but I’m 35 and all out of fucks so I bought one recently. It was still super uncomfortable and I hated every minute of it but whatever, I did it!

My current fashion motto: if I was too shy to wear it during the actual 90s, then godammit I’m wearing it now!

She is my 9 year old’s hero after Ghostbusters. When I told her about the dress issue, my daughter responded “The designers don’t have imagination. Patty (Leslie) is too awesome for their boring clothes.”

A girl in my Masters tutorial the other day was wearing one of those ‘fakey tattoo necklace/choker’ things that we all had back in the nineties (think plaited black plastic) and I’m sure I spent the whole three hours staring at her neck. I was trying to work out if she was doing it ironically, or whether they’re truly…

Oh, yeah, that first one is very good. (Sorry for the humongous picture.)

I don’t consider Kanye’s interruption to be one of sexism, but one of narcissism. He truly believed (believes) his words and point of view are more important than everyone else’s.

My dad and I danced to Moon River. The Andy Williams version. When I was a wee little baby, Andy Williams had a tv show, and my dad would lift me out of my cradle and waltz me around the room whenever he sang that song. *sniff!*

... sounds like a great opportunity to forget her birthday and blame it on senility.

My dad wanted to surprise me at the wedding, which I was REALLY uncomfortable with, given how creepy most of them are. But he chose ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’ because Disney vacations and princesses were a huge presence during my childhood (ok and today). Not creepy and I bawled like a baby on the floor. Ugly cried.

Also, stop playing Pachelbel’s Canon at weddings. Ever. Burn all the sheet music and recordings.