It was summer 1969, in southern Illinois. The father of Bride of Culture Snob took the mother of Bride of Culture Snob to the movies to escape the heat. She was pregnant, carrying Bride of Culture Snob.
His choice? Rosemary’s Baby.
So on Saturday, two days (or four, depending on whom you believe) before her due date, Spawn of Culture Snob was similarly treated to Rosemary’s Baby.
(And this followed viewings of Eastern Promises and There Will Be Blood within the previous 24 hours.)
Contact me if you’d like to contribute to Spawn’s therapy fund.
That's Just Nitpicking, Isn't It?