what i remember is all of the adults in my life going into the den and shutting the door.
that’s not actually an accurate memory, as it was my mother and ann, our cleaner, and then, later, my dad. but that’s the memory. the adults in a room with the door shut and me, age 4 1/2, on the other side of it.
this was the year after The Year Everyone Died– my friend from next door, my mother’s grandfather, my father’s boss– so we were already, then, somewhat a house in mourning. or, at the very least, a house that had spent a lot of the previous year avoiding discussion of grief and death whilst living submerged within it.
if we’re having a reckoning, hey, let’s look at biography.
this is edward klein:
we need to talk about him. Continue reading
so i have been putting this off for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays because, HOLY MOSES… i don’t even know.
i mean, that has captured your attention, non? you are RIVETED, right?
let’s dive in.
(via the daily mail)
surely you are aware by now that there is nothing trippier than attempting to unpack the rumors surrounding the sex lives of dead people. right? you are with me? if not, go here to the Finding Jackie Compendium of The Sex Lives of Dead People and then come back to me…
oh, hello! welcome back. today:
all i remember of her husband’s first inaugural is the commentators criticizing her choice of hat and a controversial plaid.
margaret heldt, the inventor of the beehive hairdo, has died, ya’ll. long live beehive hair.
aaron schock. remember him?
aaron schock, instagram
it’s an open secret that i hope to, eventually, write a book about tonya harding.
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so there’s been a natalie portman jackie movie in the works for awhile, scheduled for release in 2017, and they’ve doled out a promo image to excite us all and prove they’re in production.