I mean, the movie itself—the narrative—painted her as shitty and miserable. (Until of course she was reformed by the Magic Peepee of Charlie Sheen.)

She seems so desperate for attention. So eager to offer her patented Hot Take. After she was roasted for her shitty take after the Portugal game, she went nuts on Twitter, replying to and retweeting every single response. She’s exhausting.

Yeah, John Hughes’s ‘80s stuff has aged like milk. I know everyone loves The Breakfast Club—and there’s some good stuff in there—but I absolutely hate that after crapping on Claire the entire movie, Bender gets rewarded with Claire.

Right? Why was Jeannie so crapped on in the movie?

I think it still holds up but man, is some of that imagery disturbing post-Columbine. But the script is still fantastic. I absolutely love the two cops who discover Kurt and Ram’s bodies.

And Linda went to bat for Stacy, like a true friend would. “He’s not a guy, he’s a little prick.” Man, did she activate the heat-seeking missiles on Mike.

There’s also Splendor in the Grass.

Was just about to say this. Fantastically, brutally unsentimental movie about the horror that is 7th grade. 

I just discovered vampire a week ago and am obsessed.

That and The Spy Who Loved Me. That opening skiing sequence alone...

The WC is a tournament that favors mature, experienced players. (It’s the most prestigious tournament in soccer so you need players who have been through it before and won’t tighten up with nerves; also, it’s a month long so those older players have time to recover between games.) Conversely the Olympics is a…

Yeah, I remember watching SNL that night and being so utterly, utterly confused. It wasn’t until like 2003—the early aughts anyway (IIRC)—that the public discourse was just starting to acknowledge the extent of child sexual abuse in the RC church. As you say I think awareness in Ireland was higher—not just pedophilia…

Peggy’s building was UWS, IIRC. (Would’ve gone for a song in the Wild Wild West of the late ‘60s.) Your point still stands though.

The first It had one hell of a child’s cast. Every one of the Losers was incredible. (The adults were a more mixed bag.) As terrible as the SFX were at the end (it was TV in the early ‘90s), the performances were terrific. My favorite shot was Ben’s dead dad waving at him across the pond and gradually turning into…

I absolutely love The Changeling. Such an under the radar spookfest. The bang bang bang bangs echoing throughout that huge house are terrifying—and that planchette session! And I love when he finds the boarded up room. It’s an amazing movie. I usually make a point of watching it every few years.

“Own goal”--that’s awesome. And so apt.

I was thinking that the whole time, like, everyone knows horses are animals for girls. It’s girls who obsess about horses as pre-teens.

I don’t think I was able to appreciate its sensationalism as a teenager--I should read it again.

I read Wired as a teenager. It had a huge impact on me. I don’t think I was capable of seeing the level of betrayal that Curtin talks about (I hadn’t really watched much SNL at that time) but in the ‘80s, there was very much an idea of “don’t warn teens about drugs, they don’t like being lectured to.” All I can say…

And they’re allllllllll coming out from under the bridge to make sure we all know how boring they find women’s soccer, now that the WWC is starting. Any article, anywhere, there’s that dude whining about women’s sports.