Episode 4 is kind of a shorty in terms of the number of things discussed, but we hope you enjoy this bourbon-fueled discussion:
The Bling Ring – We went to see this movie during a power outage in Minneapolis when neither of our houses had power, but the movie theater did. It’s a ridiculous movie, made more ridiculous by the fact that it’s more true than most movies based on true stories.
Harajuku Girls/Gwen Stefani – Kristin first heard about this whole thing where the Harajuku Girls were contractually obligated to speak Japanese from Minneapolis poet Bao Phi. While Wikipedia does not confirm or deny this, it does mention that much criticism has been directed towards Stefani’s use of her Harajuku Entourage.
Neuticles – Kristin first heard about Neuticles from her friend Lynsey, a professional dog trainer in St. Charles County, MO. And if you’re wondering who the hell is implanting their dogs (and cats!) with fake testicles, well the answer is the Kardashians are!
Today I’m leaving Iowa City but before I do, I thought I’d post on one of the local legends, The Black Angel, a sculpture located in Oakland Cemetery.
According to Wikipedia, The Black Angel was erected in 1913 and was commissioned by Teresa Feldevert, a Czechoslovakian immigrant for both her son, who died at the age of 18 and her husband Nicholas, who died only a few years after their marriage. When Teresa died in 1924, her ashes were also buried there. Though her birthdate is engraved on the statue, the death date remains empty to this day. The angel is black because of oxidation, though local lore has many other theories which include infidelity and murder. And while many angel statues have their heads looking up to heaven, this one looks down at the earth…or hell.
There’s an urban legend that says if you kiss the black angel and you’re not a virgin, you’ll die. Many a mischievous bunch of teens or tourists’ lips have touched the bronze statue. So is the curse true? You’ll just have to come to Iowa City and find out for yourself.
Hello from Iowa City, home of Rusty the Giant Sloth! Sally has been diligently posting awesome things in my (Kristin’s) absence even though she’s supposed to be writing a novel. Anyways. As you know from everything we’ve ever said, we love the 90s. In Episode 2, we talked about the Baby-Sitters Club, which we consumed as tweens, discovering only later how weird its racial descriptions were.
Well, as I lay on a ‘beach’ in Iowa City with my Kindle, I was reminded of another book series I used to consume: R.L. Stine‘s Fear Street series. Goosebumps was probably Stine’s most famous series, but Fear Street was horror for teenagers and young adults. It had serious gore and make-out scenes. One particular scene that I remember to this day is one in which a girl sticks her hand down the garbage disposal and not to spoil it for you, but it ended up being a poor decision on her part.
Spoiler alert: She’s a ghost. A hot ghost.
Stine’s Wikipedia page doesn’t have too much information. I was really expecting that, like Ann M. Martin, some of his books would be ghostwritten, perhaps by actual ghosts. Wikipedia has no mention of such a thing, which leads me to the conclusion that R.L. Stine must have cloned himself, because he has literally written hundreds of books.
You wouldn’t know it from watching our full episodes, but we have a fascination with Amanda Bynes that borders on the messianic. Somehow, though, we never have enough time to cover all the subjects we want to cover, so A-By and her much-maligned eye webbing is cast by the wayside. But we love her so much that this kind of negligence cannot and will no longer stand.
Therefore. Knowing full well that this may cause Amanda Bynes to call us a) fat, b) ugly, or c) ugly-fat, here’s a recent conversation we had about our girl and her mysterious birth defect.
Kristin and Sally take a stand on their favorite ninja turtle.
THESE ARE THE SAME THINGS. (for more information, watch our third episode here)