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prom sch-mom


(there’s spoilers after the “Read More” tag!)

I have a pretty fierce relationship with television. I was always happiest as a young girl when I was plopped in front of the television; my strongest  early childhood memories are of commercials and cartoons. When I grew up a bit, I realized I was trying to finding meaning and answers within the world and TV was a pretty big help with trying to understand myself and everything around me. I think I can get “professional TV nerd” printed on any future business cards.

Last night I was watching Beverly Hills 90210, a past time I try to hide from my loved ones. My last roommate would leave the room whenever I sat down to indulge in some high school soap. I realized I shouldn’t hide my love for the classic show, because I could identify myself within the characters, and I think that is justification for enjoying some cheese. Anyway, my cosmic kinship with the show began with the penultimate episode of the first season, “Spring Dance”, where the spring dance (of course) is the biggest event of the year, and each character starts to slowly lose themselves in its hair-sprayed mayhem.

In high school, I was definitely no Kelly Taylor and I only looked like Brenda Walsh. I had a bunch of guy friends, but no boyfriend, and this really plagued me during dance season. I rolled my eyes at the “spring flings” in my first two years because they were child’s play compared to the junior and senior proms to come. When my senior prom came around, I was totally and completely an Andrea, heartbroken by my main man’s interest in the most beautiful elite of the school, and staying home on prom night to find solace in the campy horror films I was so sure defined my situation.

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Trash by Taylor’s July favorites


This is my first “favorites” post and I’m pretty excited about it! July was a good month. I’m a little biased because I was born in July and love the heart of the summer! I’ve gathered a few things this month that have gotten me through the heat and the thought of getting older and life decisions; I always get really pensive around my birthday, and I think a lot about change. My favorite stuff this month has helped with change and the idea of moving on, and they have definitely helped with the process!




Don’t Stress Meowt Journal from Charming Charlie: I’ve been keeping a journal since I was in the fourth grade, and this birthday gift was  a pretty purrfect contribution to my love for the kitties! The journal also features a cute “C” bookmark charm for Charming Charlie, to keep your place for when you get tired of writing various C words in your journal.


Vanilla LED Candles       from TJ Maxx: I’m going through a big LED candle phase right now and these are pretty perfect. They come with a timer and a remote, and they’re really relaxing and make me feel like I’m getting stuff DONE.

July TV Favorite (and quickly became favorite show of all time)



I started Breaking Bad at the end of May after everyone else in the world, and it was phenomenal and I have no idea WHY I waited four years after its conclusion to start watching, but I’m so glad I got around to it. I finished the show two weeks ago, and I don’t think I’ll be the same person ever again or watch TV quite the same. If you’re able to watch the show with your grandmother, then I HIGHLY recommend you do!



I made a mini playlist of my discoveries this month featuring Sun Seeker, HAIM, Liza Anne,  Leon Bridges, and selections from the Baby Driver soundtrack, because good lord.

I hope you enjoy some goods and sounds for your summer! I’d like to do this every single month. What are you into this month? Give me a shout and let me know!




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Everything I ever wanted came from the Boob Tube.



(Pretty much every picture of me taken from ages 2-4 features me standing incredibly close to the TV. I’m sure that could qualify as being a metaphor for my close relationship with it or something. At least I’m wearing sunglasses.)

I decided to write this post yesterday, after I realized I was feeling nothing short of PURE JOY when I was watching Dawson’s Creek. I was glued to the story line, which I take remains pretty consistent for the six seasons of the show. I was so into the dynamic of high school in a small town, and pretty envious of the triangle between Dawson, Joey, and Jen. I still don’t understand why; I had a tight-knit group of friends in high school and I think we all pretended that our collective razor-sharp wit was a gift to  the world. I know that I never was the subject of teenage boy desire, definitely not enough to be thrown into a love triangle featuring a good amount of glitter and butterfly hair clips.

The first show I remember having a relationship built on PURE JOY was The Brady Bunch. Let me tell you, I checked out every book about the show in the Nashville Public Library multiple times and could probably still win at a Brady themed trivia contest. My fascination for the show stuck because I’m an only child; I was never lonely growing up, but I guess I couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to grow up in a household with six siblings. When I was little, I related to Cindy Brady a lot because I was always the youngest member of the family and I always looked toward the “bigger” kids or the kids who were more confidant in their decisions to provide me with answers to life’s burning questions. When I became a teenager, I was definitely Jan Brady- the awkward, less pretty middle child, but I had an appreciation akin to Marcia Brady’s, for Davy Jones. I spent a lot of time trying to find examples of my personality within the Brady girls perhaps trying to make myself appear to be more groovy.

Being a TEEN is a time for self discovery and my teen years were not an exception. I became even more intertwined with popular culture and furthered my desire to try to find characters which mirrored my incredibly nerdy-anti-style-with-zero-self-confidence personality. The first answer to my televised prayer came as fast as it went. I was on MySpace one day listening to some bizarre new wave music when I discovered a show that made my braces gleam; the one season Sarah Jessica Parker teen dream tv show Square Pegs. 

It was a totally different head for me. totally. I was obsessed with the popular nostalgia over the eclectic nature of the 1980’s, and the story of two girls and their nerdy new wave friends really defined who I wanted to be, even though I was totally obsessed with the concept of popularity and fitting in. Square Pegs was one of the few things that gave me comfort in a time fueled with pimples and standard school attire. I finally had a reason to celebrate my love of vintage nerd culture set to a soundtrack featuring The Waitresses and Devo. I couldn’t finish this paragraph forever because I have the pilot episode featuring The Waitresses playing at a school dance, and plenty of “PEOPLE, IT BEHOOVES ME…” lines from Jami Gertz’s career defining performance as Muffy Tepperman.

BUT LET ME TELL YOU. The show where I finally ~found myself~ in a character came to me in the midst of tortured teenage angst phase, where I wore flannel to impress dudes and pretended to know The Melvins from Mr. Bungle. Angela Chase from My So-Called Life became my soul sister I never knew I needed. She struggled with her parents at a time when my diary was filled with more than one yelly letter to mine. She struggled with her best friends, and wondered which side of the friend groups she *really* fit into. Most of all, she was wrapped up in the all-consuming will-they-or-won’t they Jordan Catalano saga. She asked him “why are you like this?!” to Jordan, when I mentally asked the same question to my Jordan Catalano on a daily basis. This show was the first time I was shown that TV could be healing and provide all of the answers.

I don’t think I’ve watched My So-Called Life in full since my sophomore year of high school because it was a pretty painful time spearheaded by R.E.M.’s “Automatic For The People” as a soundtrack. Angela Chase taught me how to navigate through life asking questions, but still remain strong when the answers to those questions totally weren’t what you expect. I’m still asking Tino what these answers are, constantly.


(Can we talk about this picture though? Watching him smoke a cigarette was IT for me.)


(Yes, I now some Melvins songs now. The Jordan pic is from Pinterest, where I’ve probably pinned it before.)