Your Guaranteed Invitation to the Lint Ball
All my ideas are balled up in my sweaty palm dangled before the cart. I keep on moving, pretending they'll be used in a future art project or story, until found wasting away in the corner like dust bunnies with carrot breath, consumed but ultimately useless.
Attempting to concieve a child through science with my partner, both working 40 hrs+ a week, bombarded by holidays. Pardon the construction as I turn up the heat, the lint tray should pluck out some good sh*t that's been pillaging my brain.
Attempting to concieve a child through science with my partner, both working 40 hrs+ a week, bombarded by holidays. Pardon the construction as I turn up the heat, the lint tray should pluck out some good sh*t that's been pillaging my brain.
12.24.2007
"Just the Ten of Us" or Why Barbie Made Me Gay part II
Did anybody else watch this show, Just the Ten of Us? It was a spin off from Growing Pains. It was never that good, especially when at the end of the second season the girls formed the 'Lubbock Babes' singing group and the show fell into a sleaze trap.
This program may have affected and/or added fuel to the flame of my queer barbies.(See the Barbie Made Me Gay Post) A family with SIX daughters? Come on. The show focused on the four older girls and their dad, this conservative catholic fat gym teacher who'd freak out if a guy even looked at one of them. He must have been happy when they all turned out gay! We had a TV in the basement, and I vaguely recall having this program on while we played with our barbies...
The show had everything I loved at that age- Blonde girls, California, ambigous repressed sexuality. Very SVH when you think about it! Simplistic airheads, nerds, and sluts. Oh, the memories of youth.
image curtesy of sitcomsonline.com
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