🌼Ouiser Boudreaux Summer🌼
🌷The Craft, FEAR & other Perimenopausal 90sMusings🌷
“How was your summer?” four of the most insincere words uttered in the English language.
Similar to when your work nemesis or HR asks:
“Is everything ok?” they don’t care unless you unwittingly reveal something incredibly juicy-like a clandestine affair or an eating disorder.
They want to check that box, “See, look, I asked!”
I’m just going to say it: My seasonal depression sets right at the moment pumpkin spice everything is unleashed.
A Few Housekeeping Items
I am not a FaLl GiRliE (Halloween is the ONLY redeemable thing about this time of year)
A light appertieff before we begin:
This one goes out to my parents ( who, at times, are on the receiving end of a loving roasting here and there)
I was recently reminded that my parents took me to The Craft, IN THE THERTERS.
I mean, that’s a big deal; in 96’ I would have been 13! 1
This is undoubtedly on the heels of my repeated protests/fevered demands to rent FEAR from the neighborhood Blockbuster.
Sidenote: My step-dad eventually conceded to renting it and said he’d review it and see if it was OK for me to watch (Beth had given it a hard no from the jump).
I remember a lot of fast-forwarding ( while snooping in the kitchen), then after my step-dad assessment-which seemed to be semi-disgust, which is saying ALOT because he’s very non-judgemental/laissez-faire when it comes to most things but I remember this clearly;
“Well, there’s a lot of adult subject matter: drugs, violence, and sexual content,”
I remember wanting to scream EWWWW so much to the last one, not because I wasn’t intrigued but because I think it’s universal when parents say that three-letter word; the urge to vomit and run is strong (even now)
But I was so close to the glow of the TV credits and the VHS tape that I held my composure.
He seemed to be hoping his disapproval of the storyline would be enough, but then I realized he was allowing me to decide if I wanted to watch it. (How novel!!)
“I just want to see the outfits and hear the soundtrack. I don’t care about the other stuff!”
Lies. All Lies.
I mean, the outfits and soundtrack still hold STRONG to this day.
So, let’s raise a proverbial toast for my parents.
xoxo
The desire I have to make some comparisons to a historical event and remember where you are at the time is a factor here. Poor taste? Yes, but let’s be honest: When has it stopped me? I’m not making a direct correlation here because it will dent my credibility on a rant later in today’s newsletter.