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I had such a huge crush on Sherilyn Fenn back in 1990.

I loved Audrey Horne so much that I watched every shitty movie Sherilyn made prior to and immediately following Twin Peaks: Two Moon Junction (the blond phase), The Wraith (the uncharacteristically tan phase), Just One Of The Guys (the, like, totally bitchin’ phase), Meridian: Kiss of the Beast (the slightly kinky phase), Boxing Helena (the totally kinky phase), and so on.… Read the rest “”

If you close your eyes, your perception will bend and twist along with your body. Before long, the house is nicer, the lighting’s better, and the pot-bellied sadist behind the camera suddenly looks a little like Chris Hemsworth. You’re no longer just a collection of irrational insecurities wired to a clitoris; you’re a beautiful, idealized object, transported via your submission to a state of transcendent bliss.… Read the rest “”

Since I get this a lot: nope.

I’m sometimes stubbornly polite, I watch an above-average amount of creatively sourced British TV, and I have a passable accent or three at my disposal. Other than that, I am quite American.

In the case of Love Island, I’m simply a connoisseur of elaborately produced reality TV; it looks like a big, dumb pile of hot people acting like idiots, but the show is expertly made.… Read the rest “”