and i realized i’ve just totally glossed over the father leonard letters as though they never happened, but they bring up all manner of biographical/historical/ethical brouhaha so i’ma pretend just a little longer like that’s not a pressing thing we need to discuss.
hey, instead, let’s talk about how grand central is recognizing jackie. and let’s use britney to get in touch with our emotions. Continue reading
so it was a long week and i’d an ear infection and wound up spending the majority of saturday in a swoon state watching far and away. which reminded me why i ❤ tommy cruise (in spite of himself) and why tommy cruise and nicole kidman were my celebrity couple ideal. Continue reading
so jackie’s in the news again, maybe you heard?
and not for the father leonard letters either…
i’ve recently been writing about mary barrelli gallagher’s 1969 memoir, entitled my life with jacqueline kennedy. really, that could be the subtitle of every biographer’s life, non?
my life with X.
as you may or may not know, i am OBSESSED with the way the daily mail reports about macaulay culkin. well, actually, i’m obsessed with the way the daily mail writes about anyone but i am particularly OBSESSED with the way they have written about mac, beginning with what i’mma call “The Sad, Solitary, Alone Taco Bell Incident” and onward.
this post may not amount to anything more than a prolonged exclamation of LOOKIT THIS IS BIZARRE!!! accompanied by pretty pictures, most of them in glorious technicolor… but around the 50th anniversary of john kennedy’s assassination last fall, i noticed something that struck me as incredibly odd: a new cultural obsession with jackie’s pink suit.
an alarming life 
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