Can We Talk About Mommie Dearest?

When I have PMS, I cannot be trusted to make my own life decisions. PMS leads me to things like making a pair of cutoff jeans, which I should never, ever do. Or cutting my hair, or doing a number of other stupid things. Last night it led me to make late night french fries and watch Mommie Dearest

Which I do not regret at all. AT ALL.

So I know it’s about child abuse, it may or may not be a complete crock of shit, and it’s way over the top. But can we just take a moment to admire how (unintentionally) hilarious and amazing this movie is?

The huge pink shower. With three heads. Shut up.

The never-ending walk-in closet.

This movie is full of gems. Holy crap. (I hadn’t seen this movie since I was a kid, and the only thing I remembered was the wire hanger scene, because who in the world could forget that.) The scene right in the beginning when she’s scrubbing the floor in high heels. The hair. The clothes. The staircase.



This movie made an impact on me, though, because guess what you won’t find in my house? Wire hangers.

Have fun!