Joffrey Baratheon, Game of Thrones
In what city or town did your mother and father meet?
What color are your eyes?
Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride
What year was your father born?
Hannibal Lecter, The Silence of the Lambs
What’s your favorite food?
E.T., E.T.: Extraterrestrial
What was your childhood phone number?
Emily Waltham, Friends
In what city did you go on your honeymoon?
Penny and Leonard’s Child, The Big Bang Theory
What’s your mother’s maiden name?
Annie Wilkes, Misery
How many bones have you broken?
Ben Braddock, The Graduate
What is your spouse’s mother’s last name?
(We just didn’t know it at the time)
After sharing some dating stories with friends, one pal asked me, “You ever wonder if your problem is you’re too aggressive?”
Maybe it’s because I’ve watched too many Barbara Stanwyck movies or have been single too long, but I like to get to the point (after three dates: “Are you ever going to kiss me?”). I hate the delayed responses and not knowing where I stand. In the world of dating, I’m the chick who reads the end of the book first.
I was reminded of the aggressive question when I reluctantly…
Right before the world went into a global pandemic lockdown, I was volunteering at a beer festival. As I was pouring beer (and who knows what else) to the masses, two men showed up dressed as ’80s rock stars for the event — complete with wigs, sunglasses, and bandanas. I couldn’t help but be attracted to the goofiness they brought to the occasion, their loose karaoke covers. Maybe they caught me looking, but the slightly intoxicated guys ended up coming over to the booth my friends and I were pouring at. …
“Here’s how I know you’re not in your twenties,” said a twentysomething friend. “Your music taste.” He began to list off singers in my musical wheelhouse, like Cyndi Lauper.
Since hitting my mid-30s, I’ve leaned in hard on listening to female singers of a certain age, including Kylie Minogue and Mariah Carey, both of which are still releasing new music, because I dig their experienced outlook on love and being single. It’s like having your aunt or older sister sing to you that love happens — and unhappens — at all ages, and there’s something soothing and hopeful about it…
Target store, April 2003, is when Megan plucked me out of obscurity, quite literally. Actually, if I recall it correctly, it was her mother who selected me from the greeting card slots.
“This is such a cute one,” she said to Megan. And admittedly I was. A sepia-toned photo of two little kids on glossy matte, one boy and one girl, standing in the ocean together.
Megan read my inscription over her mother’s shoulder. “I waded my whole life for you. That is cute.”
“You should buy it,” Megan’s mother said.
Rejoice! My first true prospective customer, and I was…
How My Love of Devon Sawa Marked Peak Teen Mag Culture
As an adolescent growing up in the ’90s, I found the idea of grocery shopping the sexiest of mundane errands thanks to the peewee football comedy Little Giants.
In a key scene in the film, Becky “The Icebox” O’Shea (Shawna Waldron) is strolling down a grocery aisle, eating a box of powdered donuts, when she makes a startling discovery: QB prospect Junior Floyd (Devon Sawa) effortlessly throwing toilet paper rolls into a shopping cart. He bites his lip. He tosses. He doesn’t miss.
Summer of 2015 is coming to a close, and it’s been a good one for bands like Walk the Moon, Fetty Wap, and Omi, whose hits have been dominating radio, Spotify, and iTunes downloads. But given recent history, these up-and-coming artists may not be as fortunate in the summer of 2016.
The Best New Artist Grammy Award has often been believed to be a curse, with many winners hitting their stride only to completely disappear (Paula Cole and Starland Vocal Band are a couple of notable examples). …
It should have been one of the best days of my writing career.
After months of editing, reworking, and retooling my first published work, it finally got released on Amazon. Like a mother waiting for the birth of a child, I had long awaited for this piece of me to be born. It’s something every little kid with a pencil and a notebook dreams of (or in today’s generation, a little kid with a laptop and an imagination).
However, the book’s release coincided with a low-point in my writing career: a mass lay-off at my full-time job, where I was…
Writer, Editor, Lightweight. After two drinks, I start licking faces.