Is it getting chilly outside or am I just getting closer to my birth weight? Time to cozy up with an old friend…
I make it a point to keep at least one functioning VCR in my “non-clothing storage unit” at all times, so I can watch old movies the way they were meant to be seen. Call me crazy but there’s just something super chic about seeing movies from the 90’s on VHS.
Anyways, I recently re-watched this classic, which reminded me of everything I hate about 1997: shoulder pads, shoulders in general, chunky flip phones, flip phones in general, Sarah before Carrie, Dan Hedeya, and lesbian haircuts/leather jackets/answering machines. Despite being visually assaulted every time I watch this shit, it also makes me laugh, cry and want to become a rich divorcee, every single time. I’ve never really believed in “inner beauty” before, but if it exists, I think that’s what’s going on with this movie.
So grab a Loro Piana cashmere throw, curl up next to your heinous electric fire and enjoy. This movie is the ultimate comfort food, minus the food part.