I give it another month of middle-of-the-night-songs-of-his-people bullshit before I put an end to it. I have just so much energy to devote to running a household, and quite frankly, since I'm a sound sleeper and it doesn't effect me I will deal with it at a later date in time.

Autocorrect.

Not far off. My father finally had enough and put in Led Zeppelin IV. My mother followed it up with Exile on Main Street.

I watched it with my mother, and her response was that she missed Quaaludes.

This is pretty much why I hate babysitting my niece and nephew. Some of the absolute dreck that is on Disney these days … Dog with a Blog makes me want to murder someone, Shake It Up is unbearably bad, and the cartoons, dear Lord the cartoons. I can almost understand why Bronies do the Brony thing as My Little Pony…

So did mine. My dad thought it was a hoot.

My sister was obsessed with Zoolander when it first came out, or rather was obsessed with the idea of Zoolander. Granted, this was in September 2001 and she's just had a pretty bad brush with death earlier that month (she was on her way into her office at 2 World Trade). It was the thing that finally got her out of…

Heh. My sister and I went to see that. Oddly enough, she was the wild one as a teenager and adult and wasn't bothered by it in the least, but she did have a discussion with me about club drugs, and why I was better off sticking to coke if I wanted to have fun.

Could be worse. I subjected my parents to an inordinate amount of 3rd wave ska. I think they would have favored Slayer after the first hour of a road trip stuck listening to Reel Big Fish.

This made me laugh more than it should have, probably because my buddy and I were discussing Springsteen lyrics that make you cringe, and this came up.

I've actually never played it. The few times it was an option to play, we've always ended up playing Trivial Pursuit or Drunken Operation. I asked for it for Christmas one year and my mother forbid it.

My mother and I watched that together as well. She wasn't terribly bothered by it, but then again, this is the woman who took me to see No Way Out rather than hire a babysitter.

Pretty much. 9-to-5 and Best Little Whore House in Texas were highlights of my childhood. And at the drive-in no less!

I was obsessed with Robing Hood: Prince of Thieves when I was a kid and must have subjected my parents to endless reruns of it for about a year until I'd moved on to other interests. I had the same reaction with Last of the Mohicans and then Gettysburg. LotM was pretty okay, as its seemingly impossible to dislike…

This is pretty much why we were never, ever, ever allowed to play Risk in my house. My father and I were both fairly seriously into military history and used to debate Mahan for fun.

It's an obituary, not a sci-fi piece.

That, and no one ever crawled up Mr. Blackwell's ass for his Worst Dressed List.

While I feel there is a good bit of basis to what you say, I also resent the "we're all women, so let's boost each other UP!" attitude that so many expect women to have toward their fellow women, especially female trailblazers. As a chick myself, sometimes a chick just needs to be told that her dress is fucking ugly,…

Not even The Devil Wore Prada?

It doesn't really matter what comes after the identifier "YouTube star". I don't know who that person and is quite frankly, there are few things on earth that can make me care about them.