This would be my Thesis Formatting Time theme song. ;)
(Also, this clip is from the Dinah Shore Show. Not even kidding.)
capital letters of SADNESS!
Marlene & Dorian just called me to offer me a FREE TICKET to see IGGY POP with them. TONIGHT.
And I had to say NO. Because LOTS OF HOMEWORK. Also because still slightly sickly.
This is the right & good & responsible decision, but DUDE. ADULTHOOD IS WEAKSAUCE SOMETIMES.
Iggy Pop’s “Sixteen,” live. Apropos of tonight’s all-night writing binge. I can’t decide if this video is erotic or terrifying or both, though.
Okay. It is officially Bedtime for Bonzo.
Discussed: My beloved 98 y/o Calabrese Nana, Lust for Life, WWF wrestling, polenta, NOLOSE, former swingers hotels, fatphobia, fruit trees, Iggy Pop, Catholicism, pom-pom hats, working-class Paisan survival skills, femme tricks, hard news, queer conference booty, comfort sex.
(I know you can’t actually see this since you don’t have the internet, and I know you would probably dissaprove of how frank I am in this article. But: Ti adoro, Nana.)
