I was certain the In Memoriam segment of Sunday’s Academy Awards broadcast would include Anne Hathaway’s hair. If you were watching Charlize Theron dance on stage, from a distance on a non high-definition TV, you might have thought – just for a moment – that it was Dame Judi Dench. I’ll call her Charlie until the hair comes back. I didn’t see Michelle Williams or Carey Mulligan at the Oscars, but I’m sure them and their pixie cuts were close by. What’s with all these pixie cuts on actresses and on women in general? I realize a lot of it has to do with a film role, like Anne’s in Les Miserables. But Jesus, has anyone’s hair taken so long to grow? Her locks…
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Redeye, which I took to calling him (not to his face), didn’t follow up on his threat. Thus, I lived to endure the few months of first semester lunch. Redeye and his band of Lager louts accepted me, as if that was a compliment. You see, if there was one talent that got me through high school, it was that I got along with everybody – jocks, geeks, gays, stoners, princesses, and detention room criminals. As far as my new lunch room compatriots, yes they were thugs, but lazy thugs. Maybe it was the early lunch hour. Nobody had energy. A sad excuse for a food fight ended as soon as it started. “I’m just too tired” one of Redeye’s gang said. The only time…
After watching The Perks of Being A Wallflower and the obligatory high school lunch room scenes, I got to thinking about my own school cafeteria. I don’t think I’ve ever had a lunch room experience quite like any I’ve seen in the movies. Even if we tried to re-create something it never came out quite right. I certainly never had lunch outside like those featured in most of the movies – at least the ones taking place in California. And lockers outside? Can you imagine that in the UK or Chicago? My high school lunch room resembled a prison cafeteria (think Oz). I was sentenced to it for four years. Freshman year, I’d just arrived from a small Catholic school that I’d attended for…
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