Movies You Weren't Allowed to Watch
On Fridays, I post a series of unrelated questions meant to spark conversation in the comments. Answer one, answer all, respond to someone else's reply, whatever you want. On to this week's topics of discussion...
1. For Christmas in 1992, before text messaging was so popular, my 13-year-old self got a Brett Favre #4 jersey. (I didn't actually receive it until March of '93; it was a custom order and originally the V and R were flipped.) It's been over a decade since I last put on the jersey, but it's somehow survived moves from New Jersey to North Carolina to California to Georgia and back to New Jersey again. Right now, #4 is in a bag marked DONATE, but I'm sure I'll find a reason to save it and a place to hide it from my wife. What can't you bring yourself to throw away?
2. Mangesh just told me that the one movie he was expressly forbidden to watch growing up was Ferris Bueller's Day Off, because his mom was afraid he'd "get too many ideas". Besides the obvious general categories ("R-rated films," "hard core pornography"), what specific movies weren't you allowed to watch?
3. Time for another installment of "What Are You Reading?" (and do you recommend it?)
4. A special question for our New York–area readers: know any good lunch spots near 39th and 6th?
Have a great weekend!