And while we’re dealing out great songs, this is always a sweet one. And the film in its namesake is also an eerily timeless iteration of adolescent female sexuality.
When I was a kid, my mother used to use an epilady to de-fur herself. I would sit next to her on the bed in solidarity and run a small matchbox train up and down the length of my shins. Pain is beauty, I guess. Beauty is pain? Whichever.
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