I will now re-pause to allow for your applause.
Meanwhile, 15 years ago this past Friday your all-time hero Xmastime had written thus thusly:
5) The ‘Beverly Hills 90210’ reruns I’m watching right now are from the very first season. I gotta say, I’m a little disappointed in how quickly Kelly, Donna et al accepted Brenda into their little group. Aren’t they part of the super-duper-snooty “it” group at the snobbiest school on earth? Yet Brenda’s barely out of her brother’s ’88 Chevette with Minneapolis plates before they’re BFF. Little disappointing. I mean, Brenda’s hot, but they’re ALL hot. Same with Steve – THE BMOC, supposedly the coolest guy in school, and he spends the whole first episode with the new hick in town (Brandon) and the local Vanilla Ice-wannabe-but-is-probably-too-gay-even-for-that guy (David.) Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I expect too much from my outrageously rich, snobby 16 year olds. Can a brother get some petty cattiness up in here for chrissake? Christ. I spend a lot of time hanging round outside the 7th grade at St. Agnes down the street, and those bitches wouldn’t cross the street to piss on me. No matter how much I offer them. They’re too busy being rich and aloof; now THOSE are cool “it” girls. Take a lesson, Kelly. This one’s dedicated to my girlfriend, Tori Spelling. Best. Horseface. Ever.
So...that's that, I guess. (To be fair my Tori Spelling joke at the end makes more since if you've read the entire post, fyvm.)
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