I really feel like we, the truest 1990s teen girls, don't get enough credit for what we have both endured, AND made famous in pop culture. A shout out to every woman who was 11 in 1991 and 19 in 1999 whilst reading your teen magazine of choice. You know how it is.
I like how me making my son's bar mitzvah party playlist somehow led me to listening to an entire playlist of Madonna Hung Up remixes. It seems perfect.
Every single baked good that involves white chocolate chips would be better without them.
There are so many things I love about my town, and our bike traffic signage is definitely one of them. Portland, OR.
My kid's bar mitzvah is on Saturday and I cannot think of anything more Jewish than watching THE KNICKS WIN THE FINALS AT A BAR MITZVAH PARTY.
Fuck a white "chocolate" chip. They ruin everything.