I spent the better half of my evening watching The Brady Bunch Movie and A Very Brady Sequel (both of which I saw in theaters as a little kid and am not ashamed to admit it) — and let me just tell you that Marcia Brady is the queen of insults.
In The Brady Bunch Movie, when Jan finds out that her family might have to move, she freaks out about leaving behind her friends. Marcia’s response?
LMAO. Shade for days.
In A Very Brady Sequel, Jan pretends to date a guy named George Glass, and despite her best efforts, Marcia remains suspicious. Here she is insisting to speak to her sister’s alleged boyfriend (who’s actually a sex hotline worker) on the phone and shoves her out of the way as if to say, “Ugh. Stop breathing your ratchedness on my me!”
Poor Jan. She never stood a chance.
Don’t forget this one as well!
Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Nerf Herder: Pure adrenaline rush. Nothing like some head bashing beats to get into the fang staking mood!
Perfect Strangers. “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Me Now’: Because even couch potatoes love being inspired. “The wind and haze I’m bound for better days. It’s my life and my dream, Nothing’s going to stop me now.”
Pretty Little Liars. “Secrets” by the Pierces. Why? Because it taught me to fear friends (Two can’t keep a secret if one of them is dead, yo!) and that even when I’m long gone, I can still get a manicure.
The O.C. “California” by Phantom Planet: Because I’ve never wanted to visit the Sunshine State more than when I hear the “wind through your hair” punkish croons of Alexander Greenwald and imagine Ryan riding shotgun looking out at the ocean from Sandy Cohen’s car.
Blossom. “My Opinionation” by Mike Post and Steve Geyer: Because it’s an anything goes melody — as fun and vibrant as the lead character herself. Just STFU and put on your dancing shoes because we’re going to have a good time:
Which television theme songs should be included in Part 2? Recommendations are more than welcome!
First came the cheering:
Then came the swooning:
Finally, bittersweet tears of joy and understanding streamed down my face.
I approve, Gossip Girl, I approve. XOXO.
I’ve read all the books and watched the movies, but, unfortunately, I have experienced nothing but disappointment with the Twilight Saga.
I entered the theater expecting the worst because not only did the last film bore me to tears but the last book was equally uneventful. (Frankly, I can’t tell you what happened in the last book because it was so dull that I tried to shield my mind from the inane details.) Nevertheless, the movie began and, enraptured, I sat taking in each glorious scene, each audacious moment, right up to the captivating finale that was so full of life that I was left quivering from all the chills that swept through my body.
The final installment reinvigorated the usually humdrum series with a fresh dose of danger, excitement, and playfulness - with a sense of purpose — all while infusing the story with heartfelt, intimate moments that took my breath away.
I entered the theater a cynic. I left finally understanding why a story about an ordinary girl named Bella, who fell head over heels for a cold, sparkly vampire named Edward, actually mattered. I finally understood why their romance appeals to so many people and why it resonates with audiences worldwide.
Pure, unadulterated, love. Forever.
Right after, I wanted BLOOD (half-blood to be specific):
1 Week Later I felt sick to my stomach — cold and numb as though I had walked right through Nearly Headless Nick:
3 Months Later I found my soul darkened by all the betrayal and despise:
6 Months Later I entered a state of denial because the story just didn’t add up:
And then, 1 Year Later (after having completing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows):
A change of heart struck me as rapidly and powerfully as Nagini struck that sweet hero’s body: