1) I had some free time today in between jobs and decided to go return something and do what my grandmother and aunt used to call "taste" at the stores. In actuality that just means going from clothing store to clothing store (read: one Macy's to another) and looking around with little to no intention of buying anything and just killing a few hours. This was a rite of passage for me when I was moved up here at age 12 and I'd be lying if I said that since day one I didn't love every second of it. So sue me; I'm often a very stereotypical woman. Anyway, one store I wandered into to taste contained clothing that I can only sufficiently describe as "aggressively 80s." I'm well aware of the retro vibe that every single season carries with it. (Side note: There was a very interesting item on NPR over the weekend about the nature of nostalgia that you can (and should) read here.) Apparently, the present culture becomes obsessed with the culture that came roughly 40 years before it. But if the cycle of pining for things every 40 years is to be believed, I wish someone could explain why I saw these in the store today:
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2) There are more days during which I thank my lucky stars and the fates and whomever else is in charge that I have made it to my age and do not have children, than there are days in which I think I might actually be a good mother. I suppose this means that I'm not supposed to be a mother? In the span of one reference desk shift, I witnessed no fewer than five tweens tell off their parents, loudly and in full view of a large group of people. One kid even said to his father "What the fuck? Are you stupid or something?" I wanted to punch him in the face. I don't know how I would react if I had a child and that child, through no real fault of mine, grew up to be a disrespectful shithead. My instinct tells me that my instinct would tell me to cut off all ties and financial support and buy the bar a round with his or her tuition money. What? Is that not feasible? I want to take this opportunity to say god bless you to the parents of children at any age (but especially of teenagers). No but for reals, do you want a drink? Because I will buy you one.
3) I just re-watched Kieslowski's Three Colors trilogy and I have astutely come to the conclusion that I fucking love Krzysztof Kieslowski and that watching a film directed by him is like watching poetry. That's all.
4) There needs to be a social networking site that does for film watching what goodreads does for book reading. And by "needs to be" I mean that I'm positive that there is one but if someone could let me know, that would be awesome, awesome in a way that Zubaz could never be.