Not unless you went to Boston to see it, Steph! (It traveled; Cincinnati just gave it the most kerfuffle, natch.)
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am SO grateful for my dad's addiction to sci-fi, and my mother's addiction to romance. Censorship was never an issue.
I am starting to suspect that Erin and I have the same parents.
Not unless you went to Boston to see it, Steph! (It traveled; Cincinnati just gave it the most kerfuffle, natch.)
You know, I couldn't remember if you ever lived here pre-college, and I thought I would have remembered if you and Nutty had, but then I thought maybe you visited someone, and and and...
So went my thought process.
The first weekend my mother met Ethan, we all went out to see Boogie Nights together. She was totally unphased.
And yet, she stopped taking movie recommendations from me for almost a year after I suggested Heavenly Creatures.
Freak.
(In my defense, I was totally not thinking of that part of the plot when I gave her the DVD. But I can see how it might have stood out if my daughter had given it to me.)
I was born in Cincinnati and lived there until I was three (1972-1975). My father moved back (he grew up there) when I was in college (like, 1992?), and I (coincidentally) went to grad school there from 1995-2000.
And then I moved away and THEN you and I met!
I am positive I've told the story here: as a middle-schooler, I earned my lunch money every day by passing around Judith Krantz books in various classes with the good parts marked. A quarter per 5 minutes.
Ha ha, that's great.
Man, Tiger Woods is all over the magazine stands. My family shares sport more than fiction. Golf sex scandals we can talk about in detail.
Private Practice: what Jesse said about the first hour. This is one of the frustrating things about this show, they seem to try so hard to show all the different sides to anything remotely controversial, but do't mention really obvious things that might actually simplify matters. Seems like it happens a lot.
I got started on reading romances in sixth grade while sitting in the cafeteria. One of the teacher's aides who was assigned cafeteria duty would sit at my table with a book, read for five minutes, then get up and do her walkaround. While she was gone, I'd pick up her book and read--it was a Rosemary Rogers bodice ripper (she was the big romance writer in 1976/77). After that, my aunt gave me her batch of Harlequin Presents (got hooked on Janet Dailey and Charlotte Lamb) and Barbara Cartlands (talk about a change after Rogers!).