My Secret Shame

They have really big feet!!!

How does one even begin to write a post about the Olsen twins without first apologizing for writing it in the first place?

I paused for a few moments after writing that sentence and have been lost in a swirl of thoughts ever since. Why the confounding emotions? Why the shame? Why the fascination? Why the hell did I even go?

In many regards, New York Minute is a frightfully dreadful, yet somewhat entertaining action/comedy film starring the most overly merchandised teenagers in history. I admit to feeling some guilt, some shame in admitting that I’ve always been a bit fascinated by Ashley and Mary-Kate and that I chose to go to the screening. I’m somewhat mortified to write about it – yet I feel compelled to share my experience as well.

I wish I could accurately describe why those kids’ antics interest me. I think it boils down to the utter commoditization of identity. Those girls are their own brand and are each worth $150 million. Guess they’re doing something right.

There’s bigger issues to dwell on for sure, so I’m gonna give up trying to rationalize why I went. If you want a serious review, look somewhere else. I'll leave it with this: there are some cute outfits, they score cute boyfriends and have one helluva day in New York City. Who could ask for anything more?