She was insufferable.

Not really emo, but after reading this, I know I’m going to spend the rest of the day listening to Bikini Kill. Girls to the front!

That’s the thing, the whiney-ass lyrics coupled with the doofus haircuts and the like always seemed like a cover, like they were complaining that they didn’t get to take advantage of people as easily as the jocks or whatever they set themselves against. 

In spite of being somewhat aware of these issues individually, I was never really able to articulate why this genre turned me off. I just kind of dismissed it as not for me in like 2006 and never gave it much thought. The angry, lonely, maybe suicidal, maybe murderous whining just didn’t do it for me, and there was…

I was just outside of the age to get into the Emo movement, but even then, the nature of the scorned male seem so preposterously a cover for dudes who would and did act just like the dudes that the evil women they sang about were interested in. The idea of a love unrequited forever in music has seemed like a breeding…

The idea is that the waiters are nice Jewish college boys who are appropriate dating material for the patrons’ teenage girls...Baby’s sister wanting to sleep with Robbie was going beyond what she was supposed to be doing...hence Robbie’s being taken by surprise.

One summer my college BF and I lived in a 2-story building where a business was on the first floor, and our apartment was on the 2nd floor. It was a bad, emotionally abusive relationship, but we were 20 and thought we could “figure things out.”

“(I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life” won the Academy Award for Best Original Song, and hardly a month goes by that I don’t randomly get the urge to rewatch it on YouTube.

There’s an unspoken understanding in popular culture that a movie can be too long, have too little plot, rely too much on the stars’ charisma for characterization, and build to a trite happy ending, but as long as there’s a lot of fighting it’s worth watching. If it’s a romance, though? God help you.

I’ve been seeing this on the Netflix front page and holding off because I know it’s going to be trash. I did like that fluffy Sex in the City Jr show and I’m as bored as hell, so I would normally be a good candidate, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I started watching Gilmore Girls over from the…

Maybe I should cut myself some slack since I was 12, but here’s my entry:

My parents went to church as a way to stay connected to my dad’s culture, but they were not religious. My mom went to Sunday school and Bible camp back in the day when it wasn’t crazy and more of a literature/philosophy/ethics experience.

Thanks jerks, now I need two bags of ruffles.

They are my second-favorite Ruffles, because obviously, cheddar and sour cream wins it all!

Mmmmm....Jalapeno Ranch Ruffles.

You are so right. I have to admit I’ve never been able to sit through the whole thing of “Road House”. I fast forward to the shirtless parts because DAMN Patrick! But “Point Break” holds up. He sells the hell out of Bodhi and and I am at the front of the line buying it up. Bonus baby Keanu doesn’t hurt either. And…

On the Swayze part, I watched Point Break and Road House back-to-back (well, a few days apart) a month or so ago and neither of those movies would work AT ALL if he hadn’t been in them. At all.

I love how both she and Lisa are cast into roles by their parents that they struggle with—Baby’s the serious girl and Lisa’s supposed to be the frivolous shopper who’s obsessed with shoes.

The way you describe the character arcs of Baby and Johnny makes me think it’s a bit of a gender swap, in that Johnny is the one who’s a bit in need of rescuing, while Baby is more of the white knight.  

Wonderful article! This movie was one of those “life changing” movies for me. Being a skinny girl with curly hair and a big nose, it gave me hope. And Patrick Swayze’s black pants. What a gift he was. We were so lucky to have him for as long as we did.