Marie, my girl crush over at Agent Lover, helped me see the majesty of 90s Drew Barrymore. She was a treasure. It’s not that she’s no good anymore, but she’s just lost that 90s daisies-in-the-hair over-grown pixie haircut sparkle. The 90s were her prime. Her Charlie’s Angel shit just didn’t cut it for me (though I should say that I thought Whip It was pretty fun). Thanks to Marie, I watched this horrid movie called Wishful Thinking. THE HUMANITY. Despite the fact that Drew is super dupes cute in it and has the most adorable candy-colored apartment AND despite the fact that it is well known that I love Jon Stewart in all his incarnations, this movie is the worst dookie-pie ever. It’s a worthwhile watch due to Drew’s epic apartment and enamel flower pins (of which I have several). Know what? Skip the movie. You’re welcome. Just look at this:
The sexualization of Alice in Wonderland really bugs me, but this is just badass:
Remember when she was dating that tall string bean from Hole? Remember how cute that was?
OK, so I’m writing some actual big girl blog posts about books and crap, but you’re going to have to wait. Smell you later.
~Love and Libraries, Ingrid