I don’t remember playing with baby dolls. Barbies? Hell yeah, for hours. (And I mean hours.) Bratz? You betcha. Polly Pockets, Betty Spaghettis, Samantha Parkington, screaming crying pooping blobs with arms in The Sims? Absolutely. But baby dolls? Participating in any kind of mothering make-believe? I’m drawing a blank. Maybe this is because by the […]
fuck, i’m 30
Wow. What? I’m? Hold on. I can’t? I need wine.* Today is my 30th birthday. I repeat: 30th. Fifteen times two. Three decades of life. Nine years of drinking. The assumed age range of most Disney Channel parents. Three nine lives and some change. A full-grown, literal adult. I am feeling things. Some of them […]
just (trying to get) married
Here’s what they don’t tell you about planning a wedding: It’s kind of fucking hard? We all know the bridezilla trope: the screaming, crying, scream-crying bride in the middle of a literal meltdown about, like, the ribbons around silverware not being tied correctly. Ryan and I have watched, and LOL-ed at, many a season of […]
hi, i’m holly. 