When i was 12 I wanted to be Wednesday Addams. She was awesomely cool and mature, with morbid hobbies but unfortunately all we shared was an affinity for Shakespeare and the occasional torturing of our younger brother. Still, I was convinced that if she were real we would be best friends. Now that I’m all grown up and have (mostly) stopped torturing my brother, I no longer dream of going to class in a black dress and braids, but the Addams Family film and its first sequel remain among my favorites. Continue reading
Wind in My Hair 