MY IMMEDIATE thought when I received my first job rejection over e-mail was, "Why couldn't they at least send me a real letter so I could get a free drink at Orbits?" The more I mulled it over, the more angry I became at the use of impersonal, casual e-mail to deliver such weighty news. Unfortunately, this seems to be a growing trend.
WHENEVER I'm angry with my roommate, I have a secret weapon -- showtunes. For some odd reason, she finds these, my favorite CDs, torturous, and will do nearly anything to avoid listening to them.
I usually cite "She's All That" as the low point in what otherwise has been a fairly successful reinvention of the intelligent and incisive teen film genre.