As part of our Friday afternoon film series (Week 1: My Summer of Love) Emma and I went to see Lila Says, which was dark but very good. It was a difficult film, as the main character endured brutal violence as the appalling "consequence" of her decidedly unfeminine behavior (at odds, of course, with her exquisitely feminine sex appeal). Nonetheless, it was an important story that needed to be told and Emma and I decided to continue our conversation about the film's larger themes and narrative implications at Palacinka.
As soon as we stepped out of the theater, I realized that, in my tank top, above-the-knee-length skirt, and flip-flops, I was uncomfortably cold in the drizzling rain. Reluctantly, I asked if we could stop in a nearby store so that I could buy an extra layer of warmth. I found something marginally tolerable on sale, and couldn't help but notice the aural onslaught that is Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl", playing on the in-store sound system and a subtle, oversized plasma screen behind the register. I can't claim to be one of those people who delights in all things Gwen Stefani, or envies her allegedly quirky pizazz. In fact, I have no idea what she's talking about most of the time. Never thought I'd say this -- except just this once maybe -- but thank god for the "probing analysis" of the OC Weekly.
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