The cast of Mean Girls as played by Disney princes and princesses! Brilliant, amazing, goddamn!, etc.
My favorite movie moments are the teeniest tiniest ones that don’t really contribute to the plot but make you go, “Oh my God, that’s what I’ve been trying to say!” or “Thank goodness I’m not the only one who does that!” The following scene is from Rush Hour, one of the greatest movies (IMHO) ever, and is a prime example of audiences (IMHO) “relating to the character.” Who HASN’T done this?!
Last Saturday I capped off a typical Adams Morgan night of fun with the ever-tasty and ever-reliable Pizza Mart jumbo slice. If you are like me, you pack that sucker with chili pepper and garlic powder. I had not had Pizza Mart in ages so you can imagine how excited I was (Though I’m willing to bet those beers earlier in the day had some kind of effect). My mouth was on fire and the next morning, when all the beer and pizza had digested, so was my butt. WHAT THE BLEEP…? That question ran through my brain as I sat on the toilet. In All Caps and everything. I wondered why that day’s morning toilet pow wow felt different from the rest, made a mental list of what I had eaten the previous day, and when I got to “Pizza Mart, chili, garlic,” I knew why.
I had to confirm my theory and so I went to my friends, the trusted ones who would not judge or make fun of me for asking questions about their poop and my poop. The ones who would not laugh in my face or, if they did, they would laugh in my face and then say in an apologetic and then sympathetic tone, “No, really. I’m sorry. Okay, I’m going to Google this right now.” My roommate, Rebecca, Googled “spicy poop” and found a blog with a person who asked the same question. My friend, Sara, said she’d ask her friend Lauren who works at the NIH and was on her way to becoming a doctor.
Here’s the diagnosis:
So there you go. If you’ve ever thought, No way! because the thought of having burning sensations down there due to spicy foods sounded crazy, don’t worry you’re not. There’s a scientific explanation for that.
The best part about vegging out in front of the t.v. at one in the morning in the Washington, D.C. area is catching my beloved Eastern Motors commercial.
How’d they get Carmelo Anthony? Oh, D.C. I never thought I’d say this but, strangely, I love you and am missing you already…
MTV will debut a new show in the fall called Exiled. It follows some of those girls you may remember from a little show called My Super Sweet 16. I know. Another show with those idiots? Hear me out. Fed up with their children’s behavior (Uh, ya think?!), the parents of these teenage terrors bitch slap their daughters with a dose of “reality” by transplanting them from their luxurious life in all-American Suburbanville to Remote Area, Third World Country. All I gotta say is, Thank You MTV!
In closing, thoughts on My Super Sweet 16 from British comedy writer/journalist Charlie Brooker. Love him.
Annie: oh! the newest SWPL!
it’s a problem i contemplate DAILY when i think about drinking with my children!!
You all need to check out what I will always consider one of the originals, though:
I think it’s updated no longer but it will keep you entertained for a good couple of hours.
White people are so gosh darn cute!