Posts filed under ‘Misc Fun’

Sassy, The Magazine, Book, The Blog


I wasn’t a teenage girl in the 90s but Sassy made me wish I was. In case you don’t know, there’s a book and a blog. At last, some 90s nostalgia that you can use.

March 25, 2007 at 1:59 pm Leave a comment

My Beyond Beyond Review Is Up

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Justin Bond by James and James

Fagg girl steps out here

A hysterical myspace vid of Needles Jones

Yes, I know I need to update this blog desperately, but now my paying deadlines are calling. Coming up: Life Under Fugazi Rule andMy Queer as Folk Obsession.

March 20, 2007 at 3:03 pm Leave a comment

Russian Birthday Bath


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Leave it to Amy Salit to come up with the most unusual birthday party idea. On Friday, a bunch of us went out to Bucks County to this Russian Spa. There’s a big Russian population in Northeast Philly (went to high school with many of them at George Washington on the olde Bustleton & Verree) and then they moved to the burbs. The RS has three kinds of saunas, and to me, all of them felt like Philadelphia in August, which to me, does not equal relief. But sweating is supposed to be very good for you, and then after you’re done sweating like a pig then you take a very cold shower. Needless to say, I spent the evening in the whirlpool.

I got my first massage ever, from a little Russian man with big meaty hands. He was very professional but I get weirded out by strangers touching me and the seventh grader in my head was like “Tee hee, he touched my butt!” We hung out in the lounge in our white robes and bathing suits, playing pool, drinking Vodka and red wine, watching Fuse on giant TVs and an impromptu Oldies 98 lipsync from Ricky, and eating pickled everything. The food was fantastic but was chaotically served, prompting one of our Russian friends to say, “This is why we lost the Cold War.” I felt like I was in my high school homeroom all over again, where Russian voices frequently lulled me back to sleep at 7:45 in the morning.

Not coincidentally, the Sherrs are from Russia originally, then got chased by the Czars into Latvia, possibly one other Eastern European country, then Ellis Island. Everytime I ask my Dad, he has a different answer.

March 5, 2007 at 3:26 pm 1 comment

Adventures in Babysitting


On Thursday night, I babysat for one-year-old Evan, son of Kirby, ex-boyfriend, former housemate and writing coach, and oldest dearest friend. Evan didn’t cry when his parents left for dinner. He pulled on my tights and looked up at me, as if to say, “Now what?” So we read the New York Times Magazine’s fashion issue (notice how he turns the pages without shredding them), danced to Lee Morgan’s “Sidewinder,” sang The Beatles’ “Drive My Car,” and watched “Jeopardy” together. Apparently, he likes the music and sounds there too.

I love other people’s kids.

January 27, 2007 at 6:23 pm 1 comment

Mug and Vogue


When the times with Ricky are good, they are excellent. And I’ll follow him everywhere, even if it’s a trip to the grocery store, because he can turn anything into an adventure that involves endless mugging, voguing, goofing, and fixing. Last night we went to someplace more exciting than the grocery store, the goth night at Shampoo, which I’ve visited twice, since I’ve never really been a goth and I always worked Thursday mornings.

Our friend Billy guest DJ’s with Kathy Fadigan in the 80s room, which is a total trip, because it’s all ages. Young shirtless gay boys and punk rock girls bounce around to songs made when they weren’t even born yet. I found myself appreciating Expose like I never did as a teenager, and really wanting to hear a segue into Taylor Dayne’s “Tell It To My Heart” or The Cover Girls. Instead Billy played a Kylie song and it was perfect.

I love the goth night because it’s totally not “cool,” not hipster, and even the worst fashion mishaps are at least original and interesting. I like being in the company of people dressed like Aeon Flux, Tank Girl, the Queen of Hearts, 50s noir starlets, and those whose clothing and shoes could double as weapons. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

January 25, 2007 at 1:21 pm Leave a comment

Evil Leopard Lady with Red Eyes


Aformentioned furry leopard dress from Utta Clutta in Rochester.

More pics from Sex Dwarf here and here.

January 21, 2007 at 9:37 pm Leave a comment

Queen of the Twee


Never saw the movie, just love the idea of Aaliyah as a queen vamp.

Last night I finally went to England Belongs To Twee for the first time because it was Courtney’s birthday, and I plan on making a monthly visit. Courtney is a girl who I met through Girlgroup when she still lived in Portland, but it turns out that she has family here. She moved back a couple of months ago, and it turns out she knows the same people I know like Mon Lu Cont. He was guest DJing and played my favorite Aaliyah song, “Try Again,” which is what I love most about Mon. He’ll bust out an American R&B track in the middle of an English oi/twee party.

All roads always lead back to Mon. I met him a decade ago when he was putting on shows with riot grrrl bands and playing in bands too (briefly with Maria). I used to write about his shows in PW when it was still the Welcomat. He used to carry a lunchbox, wear barrettes in his hair, and put out various fanzines, so from then on, I referred to him as the Riot Queen. For years after that, when he’d see me on the street, he’d scream out “Sara Sherr, Rock Journalist!” Years later, he was the first to leave a youtube comment on my myspace with a Bikini Kill interview. It said, “I hope this inspires you in your future endeavors.”

January 21, 2007 at 1:39 pm Leave a comment

Walk The Plank


Now that I have my Saturday mornings back, I went out to Sex Dwarf for the first time in ages. This month’s spotlight was on Adam & The Ants, so that meant lots of cute gay boys dressed like pirates, which is all a girl really needs. Even DJ Robert Drake was rocking the New Romantic ruffles. I wore my new leopard fur dress that I bought at Utta Clutta in Rochester, which gave me the excuse to make all the cute gay pirates touch it. One boy said to me, “You’re wearing the classy old lady dress, except you’re not old.” I didn’t know how to take that. Either way, the crowd was great and so was the mix, and I had the best time I’ve had out in ages. I’ll post pics to flickr soon.

Either way, I still have to get more Adam and The Ants.

January 20, 2007 at 8:04 pm 1 comment

Of Mice and Men


Due to Andy’s Four Seaons hook-ups we saw this tonight at The Walnut Street Theater. When I was working and promoting shows, I never had much time for any kind of culture besides my own. I haven’t read the book since high school, but Andy and I both remarked that it’s the kind of story that makes more sense to you when you’re older: the desperation and loneliness of it all, of loving people and things so much that you suffocate them or push them away.


Anthony finally brought this home from TLA. I had trouble getting into the first half of it, as I do with all Ren Faire talk. But I still can’t argue with a villain who makes eggs for his captor. Then I got sucked into the second half of it where the Natalie Portman character confronts her fears and is empowered by another woman’s story. And truth is, the tinfoil head in me wondered how much of the movie’s version of the future could come true or is coming true now — especially the part about the government manipulating the media, waging secret wars, torturing dissenters, and mysterious new viruses.

January 19, 2007 at 12:26 am Leave a comment

Edward Scissorhands Interpretive Dance


Thanks to my friend James, I saw this for free last night. I know nothing about dance but I liked the idea of a goth Swan Lake and I enjoyed the costumes and the colors: suburban pinks and greens up against Edward’s silvers, grays, and blacks. I couldn’t see much since we were in the family circle and I had to look through the space between the balcony bars. I imagined that they were Edward’s hands. My favorite character was the dancing shrubbery. My second favorite character was the slutty next door neighbor. She had the best costumes and dances, especially during a 50s style BBQ exotica scene.

The best part was that Carolyn and I pretended to be husband and wife. I wanted to bring her a cocktail on a tray but instead at intermission, we drank champagne and split a giant chocolate chip cookie. Afterwards, James, Cathy, me and Carolyn went to visit my favorite Tower Records lunch place Chris’ Jazz Cafe. Members of the staff hugged me like a long lost family member. I drank red wine and ate two-dollar calamari out of a little paper box. I love my life.

January 17, 2007 at 7:32 pm 1 comment


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