flamesonthesideofmyface
flamesonthesideofmyface
flamesonthesideofmyface

OK, so you won't believe this one, but many years ago I was at the Natural History Museum with a friend on a Wednesday. The place was pretty deserted. We were in some primate hall and I said to my friend, "those monkeys kind of look like the puppets in Labyrinth. Man Jennifer Connelly was terrible in that movie." 2

I am late to this party, but I think I might win anyway:

The consent issue was huge for us. My husband is cut, my son is uncut. We just felt like we didn't have the right to make that choice for him when the medical benefit, with good sanitation and condom use, is marginal at best. The unnecessary pain just days after his birth, him being separated from us and put naked on

Freshman year my dorm room was on a floor that for some reason seemed to have every musical theatre major on it. You haven't lived until you've had to hear people in the room next door scream/sing the entirety of the soundtrack to Little Shop of Horrors at 3am when you've got a midterm the next day.

Can I add to #1 - if you're really set on DIYing, then make sure the Y really stands for You. Don't assume all of your bridesmaids or female relatives are just dying to tie up 500 mini bags of jordan almonds, bake you a pinterest-worthy dessert table, or summon their best calligraphy skills. If someone offers, fine.

Agreed. A family member offered (we didn't ask) to shoot our wedding, and then backed out when she decided she'd rather enjoy the day. We ended up paying a professional $1,500 (half of what most photographers were quoting us) and we have beautiful images that we will have forever, including my favorite pictures of two

I remember how frustrating film school was because of this. Light meters, film stock, gels, none of that was included. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't go crew on other student films on weekends because I had - wait for it - a job. So I wasn't gaining the experience or making the connections of my wealthier