Saturday, July 9, 2016

BREAKING NEWS: Some Changes.

No.  This isn't really breaking news.

I have a new Instagram page.  (In addition to the one I already have that's an appendage to this blog, that is.)  It's called Brenda Walsh Is Always Best Dressed and you can find and follow it here.  

Way back in the halcyon days of early-2013, when I was a just a plucky 30-something hayseed from the backwoods of Colorado, who had come to L.A. with stars in her eyes and several cats in her hands, the original intention of this blog was to go through each episode of Beverly Hills, 90210 and make fun of the clothes.  Hence the title.  Genius, right? No.

Instead, as I am prone to do, I got carried away with recapping entire episodes so that I could RAGE TYPE about various story lines that have been lodged in my craw for the past 20+ years, and also to express my undying devotion to certain characters (BRENDA, Felice, Jackie, Cindy, Dylan For A While, etc) who remain near and dear to the cold, blackened organ in my chest cavity that some refer to as a "heart."

All of this to say that I will continue to recap episodes here (every 3 to 6 months, as is the norm), but I'm hoping to update Brenda Walsh Is Always Best Dressed daily (ha!) with 2 or 3 outfits per character, per episode.  I will then obliterate them with my brilliantly scathing rapier's wit.  I.e., I will write a bunch of curses and improperly-used grammar to convey something filthy in some margarita-or-boxed-wine haze and call it a goddamn day.

So! You know what this means, don't you?!? I'm takin' it back to the Old Old School and revisiting the show from the start, meaning, Pilot, meaning this monstrosity wrapped in a mullet:

Hi, trash!  Also: HOLD ME.  (Also, follow me, please!)

All images courtesy of the author's Mad Microsoft Paint Skillzzz.


  1. So...ummm...I am such a young, fresh-faced ingénue that I don't understand Instagram. It's not because I'm an old loser. But I created an account solely for the purpose of following you. If I somehow become an Instagram-aholic, however, you will be required to pay my rehab bills. 'Kay?

    1. YES. I saw the notification come through and thought, "That must be THE Rach." And it was! Hurray!

      I still don't really "get" Instagram - I've never taken a selfie (a word that stabs my eardrums with tiny knives every time I hear it) in my life. But for blog purposes, it comes in handy.