Author Archives: thedvrfiles

My mom was pretty cool back in the day. Sure, she didn’t buy me Lunchables or let me drink Capri Suns–we were an Ecto Cooler Family–but she DID order me the Fraggle Rock  Book Series!   Fraggle Rock was in … Continue reading →

Who the hell knew Adam Sandler was so progressive? I mean, he and Chris Farley, may he rest in peace, starred in one of my all time favorite commercials for gay beer on Saturday Night Live in 1991! Schmitts Gay! … Continue reading →

Well color me SHOCKED! A young actress dyed her hair red! Ashley Greene–who I only know as a girl who once dated Joe Jonas, and only because I read People Magazine–but apparently also stars in the Twilight series, recently switched the hue … Continue reading →

Okay, the Pats are playing the Jets AS WE SPEAK. And by we I mean I, but whatevs. Earlier today I compared the coaches of the two teams, Bill Belichick and Rex Ryan. Now I am going to analyze the … Continue reading →

Okay, I am excited because today my hometown team the New England Patriots are playing the New York Jets which means the game will be on tv in New York (where I live) and I won’t have to check NFL.com … Continue reading →

Boo F—ing Hoo. Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel got married yesterday. In Italy. Of course they did. Is Justin’s hometown of Memphis too low budget for them? I’m not crying because I’m a bitter bitch, I’m weeping tears of Cheeto crumbs … Continue reading →

Could there be anything more early ’90s than Cindy Crawford? Well, besides Nirvana, teen angst, and the movie Backdraft which my parents let me see in the movie theater even though it was rated R. And while acting on the big … Continue reading →

Okay, I’ll be upfront with you. I’m a Red Sox fan. 2004 was one of the best years of life because 1) I had a British boyfriend named Dr. Love for a few months and 2) the Red Sox won … Continue reading →

Life is SO Unfair. Like when I go to a supermarket and I really want a Skor bar, and all they have is a Heath bar. Or when I want to watch Real Housewives of Atlanta, but only Real Housewives of … Continue reading →

Confesh: I literally have no sense of smell. I’m what you call an anosmiac, which means I can’t detect odors AT ALL. Sometimes it’s a blessing: farts are just cute little noises, the New York City Subway can be a … Continue reading →