Website links to tank tops, skirts, bags. I'd bookmarked it all, just in case I forget what they are. But I will never forget. This stuff is etched into my brain. When it comes to shopping, I'm the elephant that never forgets. I remember the name of the item and the maker and everything, unprompted. One is named “A Trillion Layers Skirt, No layers, Faded, but Vibrant, Size S, but Size L”, it's absolutely bonkers unless you're also a total nerd for medium-priced women's fashio

I am obsessed with the Onitsuka Tigers. They are a type of minimalist sneaker with a very thin sole, still manufactured in Japan to this day, and most famously associated with 1970s martial arts icon, Bruce Lee*. They are extremely overpriced for what they are, and supremely hard to get. I'd have to pay an arm and a leg for them and then another arm and a leg to ship them back in case they don't fit. And I know in my heart of hearts, they are totally wrong for me. But I'm sti

A picture of a woman came up when I searched for Millennium Mambo , a movie I liked . I don't know why google decided to show this image. She is not the lead actress, instead, she is the writer. She looks nice and has a cute scarf. She is older than me, but I still thought we bore a little bit of a resemblance. This will be me in the future. I'd thought. And then another thought occurred: what did she look like before, in the past? This is where I made a fatal mistake. I wen

I still want an olive green coat so bad. Recently, somebody told me it was a symbol of being a millennial. And I almost punched them. I'm kidding! I love being a millennial. And I loved that olive thing to bits. I purchased it in 2012, in the Japanese department store conglomerate LUMINE in Omiya Saitama, either on floor 2 or floor 3, from a store called either Snidel , or JEANASIS , or One After Another Nice Claup . Yes, these are names for stores. It was a brand I had never

The other day, I went to watch Hamnet at the theatre. Because it was a Tuesday and Tuesdays are cheap, everybody got tickets and the regular theatre was packed, my only option was to sit in the very front row where I'd have crane my neck at 90 degree angle to look up the entire time only to see people's faces in shape of Easter Island guys like, you know, a giant chin, all distorted, and occasionally have their left eye all the way up in the corner of the screen. So I didn't

WARNING: Contains many spoilers to Guillermo Del Toro's Frankenstein. I did think Jacob Elordi was a bit of an odd choice to play Frankenstein's monster. The movie kind of sets it self up to make you expect some sort of ugly thing, but he is clearly handsome. I have an expectation for him to have droopy eyes and a head that looks like it's got a lid on it, you know, like, a lid that's held together with stitches. So I was totally surprised when he shows up without anything cl