Starshine has a revelation about hanky-panky in a hatchback.
Writer & Columnist • Santa Barbara, CA
Writer & Columnist • Santa Barbara, CA
Starshine has a revelation about hanky-panky in a hatchback.
Starshine confesses to a brief but hands-on affair with a hot stone masseuse.
Remember the hookah-puffing Caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland? The one whose cloudy exhalations made poor Alice cough, sputter and sneeze? His killer buzz just went up in smoke.
Disney president Robert Iger recently vowed to snuff out all depictions of smoking in the studio’s future family films. He said the company recognizes its profound influence over children, and while entire generations have been misled into believing that charming princes will rescue helpless but pretty girls, and that we should all adopt the life philosophy of a shiftless singing meerkat, he wants them to also know that a drag on a Marlboro will kill you dead.
Or something to that effect.
Stuntman camp. Heavy metal guitar camp. Jedi camp. Now that summer nears a close, Starshine and other parents ask: What the hell were we thinking?
The size of their bosoms and underpants notwithstanding, Starshine and her grandma have something cool in common. They both love to spin a good yarn.