The lady masses are all a buzz over the trailer for a movie that isn’t going to be in theaters for another 6 months. Chardonnay chuggers across the land have been aching in their nether regions for the release of Fifty Shades of Grey. I couldn’t get past the first
Listen up, I took a handful of Film classes in college, watch tons of foreign movies on my home projector, and could be seen as what some may call a “film snob” (actually that last part’s not true– unless citing my favorite flick as Home Alone 2: Lost in New
Recently, I plopped down onto my couch to watch the Martin Scorcese documentary about vintage babe George Harrison, titled George Harrison: Living in the Material World. I noticed two things, the first of which being that my dad looks scarily like Eric Clapton:
Summer in New York City means many things to me: rooftop BBQs, beach trips, pit-stained white tops. It also means FREE movie screenings in DUMBO’s Brooklyn Bridge Park, which are pretty much the highlight of my summer. Set against the gorgeous backdrop of the glittering Manhattan skyline, the park’s Movies
Coincidentally, after talking about my Broke-Ass birthday coming up, another Broke-Ass mom friend of mine (Yes, that’s right folks, I finally made a “mom friend”) had her birthday last week. Of course, I had to ask her what she did on her birthday. She should be proud; it’s quite Broke-Ass-ish..
Over the last couple of weeks my co-workers have tried to convince me to hang out with them by going to the movies. I have refused their invites many times. Due to these rejections, they’re currently under the impression that I don’t want to be around them outside of work.
Hailing from the greater San Diego area, I’ve come across a handful of American flag-waving vigilante a-holes who make it their life missions to patrol and “protect” the U.S. border from immigrants who are supposedly going to steal their jobs, and ruin everything. You can probably guess how I feel