If you were to ask a three-ish-year old in 1986 about Crocodile Dundee and Flight of the Navigator, she might stop and tell you to put your glass of water somewhere else, because “Allie,” her baby pet alligator, is lying precisely where your drinkware hovers, and you’ll squish him.
We hosted a streaming marathon party this weekend, learned we can’t sit through more than four episodes at one time, and were perplexed, entertained, and almost entirely satisfied by the Bluths’ triumphant return. Moments of delight, confusion, and general spoilers ahead!
When I first caught wind of Iris Smyles’ Iris Has Free Time, I was worried it might be that type of coming-of-age that would make me avoid all situations involving heroines. But my skepticism was overturned, something I couldn’t help noticing when I finished the book in a week.
Game of Thrones has to be the most ensembliest cast to have ever ensembled a cast.
The other day I blurted out, “Is that Mark Paul Zuckerberg?” Then we started to think about how Mark Paul Zuckerberg would be a great pet name.
A mobile phone dropping into a toilet is a patently entitled situation, but the conditions of today’s phone swim (There has been one before.) are even more unavoidably first world.
Congratulations to Perfect Sunday and their launch of perfectsunday.co! If you like my chartreuse elephant earrings, peep their Young@Heart sneak peek next week.
It took me hours to decide to go to Coachella. It took me a week to get all my thoughts down. Some music notes can’t go without being written down, even if well past the point of relevance.