I Re-Watched Reality Bites and It's Basically a Manual for Shitheads

Few things have shaped my existence more profoundly than the realization, courtesy of the 1994 film Reality Bites, that there are two kinds of women—Janeane Garofalos and Winona Ryders—and that I would never, ever be a Winona. (Other things I discovered painfully, early on, that I would never be: a Shalom Harlow, a… » 2/21/14 4:22pm 2/21/14 4:22pm