Courtney Love's Pomeranian harem
When I was in college in the Midwest, periodically I’d end up making the 2-day drive back and forth to Colorado, which is more fun than it sounds. Over the years I came to know a lot of the roadside attractions, and I’ve basically hit every goodwill between Omaha and Des Moines at one point or another.
One year I remember I passed by a gift shop alongside the highway called “Sophie’s Choice,” in Iowa (?) I swear to god I didn’t make this up. It was a cheery little midwestern roadside store with tchotchkes, the kind of place you could load up on a bunch of ceramic Precious Moments figurines and then put them all over your house so they can haunt your grandchildren.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this story, but I’ve been googling all morning trying to figure out where this store was located and for the life of me I cannot find it! Which leads me to believe that my mind, with little to no prompting, decided to conjure a Midwestern gift shop named after a film where a woman is forced to decide which of her kids the Nazis can kill.
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UKRAINE WAS ROBBED AT EUROVISION THIS YEAR!!!!! There is NO reason this song had to go this hard, but they DID and we are BETTER for IT.
Pigeon Report
I went to my first proper show in like…idk five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes (seasons of HATE)
It was…fun! But I was a little worried because there were some bad omens during the show, specifically, pigeons. We were on a rooftop and across the way there was one of those pigeon roost hang-outs and the pigeon handler was chilling with them, and then making them do cool tricks to show off for the audience. I wish I could say that the image of dozens of birds, gracefully flying together in tandem against a clear blue sky didn’t effect me, but reader, it did, and it was genuinely quite beautiful.
I’ll chalk up my good mood to the adrenaline of making small talk with people again (what a THRILL!)
Grade: A…pigeons are good now?
Are you okay? Checking in on my favorite d-listers
There are a lot of legit reasons to dislike Courtney Love (she’s said some pretty dreadful things over the years) and not legit (sHe KillEd KuRt~), but against my better judgement I do sort of like her even though she’s exhausting. I like her best when I don’t think too hard about what hanging out with her at a party would be like, and think more about how much Doll Parts rules.
Anyways, my new obsession is trying to figure out how many Pomeranians she owns. I’ve been combing through her Instagram and there are…so many!!!
Why does she tag a random Bengal cat in her caption?? As well as two other Pomeranians she doesn’t own?
I feel a special kinship with this pom in particular. He’s just vibin, enjoying hanging with Courtney Love on a couch. Doesn’t know how he got there, but just along for the ride.
Answer: Sure, who wouldn’t be okay with a fluffy pup!
Ephemera I’m into. Each week I highlight some random historical ephemera I’ve discovered that is probably only interesting to me.
I’ve been on an absolutely demented vintage squirrel kick lately, evidenced by some of my recent Etsy “likes.” I don’t even like squirrels that much!!?
The weirdest shit I saw on Craigslist recently
Ohhhh no. Oh dear. Nope, no thank you.
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Coco’s choice. What happened to nail technicians during the pandemic? We should def be more worried about this! Ugh I do miss being internet blobs.