I cannot with this low-tide Gorgon, but adore the listless response to her heroic utterance of 'Kalispéra'

A special section of my closet is dedicated to what I call The Suzy Parker Delusion. Exactly one dress lives there- an emerald green silk-satin Ceil Chapman number with knife pleats and a sassy bustle. It cost me a month's pay back in the 90s, and I regret absolutely nothing

No alien invasion, no dinosaur DNA mishap . . . but done in by schmuck à l'orange and some grubby goons.

Thank you for TGIF disco party! May I submit some Chic?

Same experience, but from Chicago to SF. A friend explained it like this: Chicago drivers are all cuckoo in the same way so you can predict the craziness. In the Bay Area, everyone has their personal brand of cuckoo and it's chaos.

Agreed, and may I add these to the list?

So, so many!