I did what any curious twelve year old would do and started reading. I hadn't yet had the proper sex tutorial -- and who better to teach you about the birds and the bees than Madonna and a dominatrix named Dita.
The night she had her moment her uptight jawbone unhinged like a cobra gobbling up her customary talk of nature and her sons. The words golden and verdant remained a lumpy, ratlike meal at her throat as she opened up again and with a great deal of force pushed out the phrase, "big black d*ck."
This couple did not make the cut. An elderly Eastern European couple tell their sad and cryptic tale of love at first sight in the Old Country. The producer interviewing them tries to keep it light and romantic... against all odds.
With 90's-era shoegaze pioneers like the Breeders and My Bloody Valentine laying down speaker-melting sets, FYF Fest 2013 managed to conjure the grunged-out spirit of the '90s, while faithfully holding out against the molly-marketed electronic dance music scene of Coachella and EDC.
The '90s were an objectively better time, and its culture -- from music to movies to sitcoms, and even the goofy fashion -- are still worth loving. But culture must move forward, not backward, or else it loses all purpose.