I Wanna Smoke A Joint With Julia Roberts and Susan Sarandon

Iconic blunt rotation

*my allergies tried to kill me this week, so my apologies for the lack of posts*

Anyway, Stepmom is THEE perfect Autumnal Filmé. As many of you know, I don’t do weeds—unless it involves Mary Louise Parker and little boxes on the hillside made of ticky-tacky little boxes!

But if Susan Sarandon confides in you that she’s dying from a terminal disease while you sit on a bench beneath Autumnal foliage, you better puff, puff, pass babe.

She said “this that good shit!”

This is how I imagine it would go, but who would do our nails?

I think/talk/tweet about Stepmom a lot—mostly for the proposal scene with Julia Roberts and Ed Harris because it’’s the only way I will accept being proposed to (I have been proposed to twice and neither were like that hence my status as unbetrothed.) Sometimes it’s to revel in the term “snowblowing” which I have only done once, and realized it’s just not for me. But also for the interconnectedness it establishes early on with how families are broken, and rebuilt like the façade of an historical home with a few bricks slightly off colour.

And speaking of an historical home—Danny Pellegrino was tweeting about Stepmom

and it made me think about that house, and how it would feel to smoke a joint out there with two redheads. Just us girls, having a good old time, living, laughing, and loving. But also I am nosy, so I wanted to see how the house was doing, a real Where Are They Now moment because the homes in these New York movies—as some of you may well remember—are insane!

I know damn well three single men didn’t have this much money to pay for that apartment, even though one of them WAS selling cocaine.

But I was surprised by what I found, that it was actually for sale (which you can delve into the listing here) and how amazing it STILL was 25 years later, and spoiler alert—it’s still iconic, 6 bedrooms, 3.5 baths, SEVEN fireplaces, and it only costs $3.4M! That’s practically a steal!

Can you IMAGINE waking up to this in autumn? I mean this is truly a dream.

As someone who grew up in a Craftsman style home, I can truly appreciate a Victorian home like this, and when you consider that this is where Julia confronted Susan, I mean, how much more historical can one get???

Like, what an insanely gorgeous shot. I do think it’s rude that there isn’t an Adirondack chair for me, but what else is new! They only think about themselves!

And obviously this bathroom needs updating, the light fixtures and sconces are a mess, but I think it’s important to keep a home like this true to its character. There’s nothing more infuriating than seeing someone buy a home like this and then completely gut it and make a drab beige bungalow.

Now this? Jail time. Susan did too much weeds here, I would have to call an Uber.

But no matter how the blunt rotation would go, how much Julia and I would kiki about My Best Friend’s Wedding, and me pitching her a new romcom project, I have a fear that it will end with Julia Roberts tucking her hair behind her ear, licking her lips and saying to me:

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