On Eighth Grade

We opened Bo Burnham’s amazing, beautiful, painful ode to puberty, EIGHTH GRADE, this month. It was everything I’d hoped. That “everything” was painful, unflinching, cringe-worthy reality. It was perfect. Yes, the movie had the tiny kids with flat stomachs and clear skin, who were externally flawless but sometimes awful and bitchy. There were also the …

On Becoming That Thing You Can’t Find

So, I have this amazing job working with amazing people doing amazing things. Which is mostly, you know, amazing, but sometimes, you know, intimidating. Today, a casual assigned task was to “reach out to food bloggers” in the area about this incredible drop menu we’re doing for an upcoming movie. Simple enough. Hahaha watch me …