Suburban Aesthete: nostalgia

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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Beverly Hills 90210 caused a stir in my family. Or that is how it appeared to me when it aired in 1990. Both of my sisters (being 11 and 8 at the time) had been talking about it before it came out and we were all pretty excited. It is only now that I realize I was not quite 5 years old. I don't remember feeling that young. But both my sisters wanted to see it and I was the youngest so I didn't want to be left out of any grown up girl activity. In the end I wasn't allowed to see it because I was too young and it was past my bedtime, but I eventually learned how to 1) stay up past my bed time and 2) sneakily watch the show from the kitchen under the guise of making a snack.

90210 taught me so much. It taught me what cocaine was and that breast cancer looks like chewing gum. I don't know if this actually happened in one of the episodes, but I seem to remember Dylan sniffing coke out of a ring he was wearing on his finger.

I was also confused by the Luke Perry and Jason Priestley. They had the same hair so it was years before I realized they were two distinct characters.

Beverly Hills 90210, an impressive but confusing show to a young kid.

Don't look back

There is no returning to

Man, Yoo-hoo and conductor overalls?

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Neighborhood

Sitting here having a glass of wine trying to finish a recap for work. Church bells are playing.
Ebe is asleep on the fur and Jace is working on homework.

Every night around 11 pm someone in our neighborhood starts playing the trumpet. I like it so much that I feel sad when I hear it because I anticipate a time when I will no longer be able to hear it.