So you’re thinking, Aunt Becky, it’s time to put up some REALLY BAD pictures of you as a kid. You know, shitty perm jobs and aqua-netted bangs and french rolled jeans and maybe some Blossom-style headbands, but I don’t have any of those. I was a CHILD of the 80’s, but I wasn’t allowed a … Continue reading Because I Hear That Humiliation Is All The Rage