Back when I taught fashion design, the number one thing every student of mine said when they were asked to project their future career path was "I want to be famous."

I liked both. Admittedly, I was a bit more in the Debbie Gibson camp than Tiffany, but I admit that the same friend who I memorized "Electric Youth" dance steps with also did a whole dance routine to "I Think We're Alone Now," and performed it for all the neighbors. Without realizing that the song was about teenagers…

Truth. Looking back at it now after not having really watched it in 20 years, that video is the SERIOUS BIZ as far as dance went.

My childhood best friend and I memorized every step of that dance. I think the melody is a part of my DNA now.

I never fuck with flight attendants. They're the ones trained to incapacitate you, and probably even kill you if necessary, using nothing but a ball point pen and their bare hands.

I beg to differ. One of the first accounts I read Saturday while the wreckage was still hot was an account by a passenger who was describing the flight attendant that was carrying an injured man twice her size on her back, and who kept going back for more injured people. I seem to recall it was on the KTVU website,…

Came here to post just that. Except, from the San Jose Mercury website front page: http://www.mercurynews.com/scott-herhold/…

Kickstarter is full of shit. Every time one of these damn projects shows up and gets accepted, it makes me ragey all over again that they rejected my application to fund a publication on the history of a particular fashion in 18th c. France saying it was "inappropriate."

A friend of mine just got back from Istanbul two days ago, and she didn't seem to have any issues doing any of the touristy things like visiting the Blue Mosque, the Topkapi, the Grand Bazaar, etc. Most of this stuff would have been happening concurrently with her visit, but apparently she encountered nothing directly.

Helen Mirren. Helen Mirren. Helen Mirren. Pretty please?

Ugh. I just can't.

I'm a costume historian and I have to say, out of all the smutty "historical" dramas floating around out there these days, "The Borgias" nails the look of the period without sacrificing too much modern "prettiness" (or sacrifices the period silhouette without going…

'Xactly.

My diaries from age 11-13 were full of angsty, boring entries about how I had a crush on every boy, and my mom was a bitch for making me do the dishes/clean my room/leaving me to go on a 3 day cruise to Cabo without me, and how the twins were bitches who bribed my best friend with a candy bar into telling me she hated…

Good for this woman. But...

Jesus, I just realized I am an Old. The moment River Phoenix is introduced into the mix I turn into a giggling 14 year old, again. Tee hee!

Love the scruff, but not the neck beard. I don't think the two have to go hand in hand, as witnessed by the delicious, delicious Mr. Hamm.

The only reason I was really desperate for thigh gap way back then was because I was sick of wearing shorts and having to pull the crotch down because it would creep up as I walked because of the friction of my thighs rubbing together.

Chiming in a little late, and you've probably already got eleventy million suggestions already, but I'm super digging Levi's "Perfectly Slimming" 512 bootcut jeans. Added bonus is that they don't sacrifice the nice looking ass for the high waist (that's the one thing you need to look out for with high waisted jeans...…

Yep, it's right about on time. That look was the rage when I was in high school in '93. Complete with the pockets hanging below the cutoff edge.