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It's 1973. My mom graduates from college and gets a nice job. When she buys her first new car, she buys a Mustang, because when you're 22 and the only woman in your office in 1973, you kick a fair amount of ass and you deserve that Mustang.
Two months later, a semi runs her off the road and the Mustang is wrecked. Not totalled, but never the same since.
Now it's 2005, she's married to the guy in the dorky golf pants from that office. So she buys one of those new Mustangs that looks like the old ones, in a cool steely blue color, because she's worked hard for years and the kids are out of the house and college tuition payments are almost over.
Two weeks later, someone hits her parked car in a parking lot. GAH! It pretty much just scraped it, but there's a dent and it took some of the paint off. It can be fixed, but STILL. Egad.
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I've also been watching a bunch of first-season episodes of Gilmore Girls, most of which I hadn't seen. I know that Gilmore Girls has often been criticized for an unhealthy relationship between Rory and Lorelai, but it never really bothered me. Now, however, I see that it must have been toned down by season two, because there is a lot of role reversal in the beginning of season one. Rory waiting up for her mom to get home from a date in "Paris is Burning"? Lorelai picking a fight with Rory in "Kill Me Now"? Yikes.
The season one Lorelai-Emily relationship still lurches from icy to tentative to warm and then back to icy again -- and of course, nothing changes in the later seasons. Perhaps it's realistic, but as it's my favorite relationship on the show, I always just want to shake the two of them for being so damn stubborn all the time. And after the way season 5 ended, I don't have any high hopes for them being friendly again any time soon.
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I also finished reading Confessions of a Teen Sleuth, by Chelsea Cain, which was cute. I was a huge Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys fan, so I enjoyed the gentle skewering of Nancy as someone who just always misses the big picture. This was great:
Hee. There were also complicated subplots involving the Hardy Boys and Tom Swift, which amused me as the Hardy Boys Casefiles has them working for a secret CIA-like agency. At, you know, ages 17 and 18.
Two months later, a semi runs her off the road and the Mustang is wrecked. Not totalled, but never the same since.
Now it's 2005, she's married to the guy in the dorky golf pants from that office. So she buys one of those new Mustangs that looks like the old ones, in a cool steely blue color, because she's worked hard for years and the kids are out of the house and college tuition payments are almost over.
Two weeks later, someone hits her parked car in a parking lot. GAH! It pretty much just scraped it, but there's a dent and it took some of the paint off. It can be fixed, but STILL. Egad.
I've also been watching a bunch of first-season episodes of Gilmore Girls, most of which I hadn't seen. I know that Gilmore Girls has often been criticized for an unhealthy relationship between Rory and Lorelai, but it never really bothered me. Now, however, I see that it must have been toned down by season two, because there is a lot of role reversal in the beginning of season one. Rory waiting up for her mom to get home from a date in "Paris is Burning"? Lorelai picking a fight with Rory in "Kill Me Now"? Yikes.
The season one Lorelai-Emily relationship still lurches from icy to tentative to warm and then back to icy again -- and of course, nothing changes in the later seasons. Perhaps it's realistic, but as it's my favorite relationship on the show, I always just want to shake the two of them for being so damn stubborn all the time. And after the way season 5 ended, I don't have any high hopes for them being friendly again any time soon.
I also finished reading Confessions of a Teen Sleuth, by Chelsea Cain, which was cute. I was a huge Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys fan, so I enjoyed the gentle skewering of Nancy as someone who just always misses the big picture. This was great:
I put on my most dazzling smile. "Hello," I declared brightly, "I'm looking for Ned Junior. Please tell him that I have come to call on him."
The youth blinked several times. "Mom?" he asked.
I examined the youth for clues. His hair was titian. "Ned Junior?" I asked. "Is that you?"
Hee. There were also complicated subplots involving the Hardy Boys and Tom Swift, which amused me as the Hardy Boys Casefiles has them working for a secret CIA-like agency. At, you know, ages 17 and 18.
