Who were they to you, how did the night go, and do you still keep in touch?

That’s all. I just wish it could come back like for a month. We could all fan out over it and enjoy it and then it’d be gone before we get sick of it.

Scott, if you’re reading this, ily!

I had never realized just how much of My Big Fat Greek Wedding is told from the female gaze until watching it last night for the first time in 10 years. It's groundbreaking, really.

Yes, there's a makeover sequence, but Toula's glow-up isn't tied to objectification — instead, it's directly a result of her growing confidence as an educated woman. Yes, she gets together with Ian after said glow-up, but he makes it clear that he noticed her beforehand, while laughing at her joke when they first met at the family restaurant. Yes, Toula's family, and father in particular, are sexist and old-fashioned, but the film passes the Bechdel test in spades.

What's more, there's only two scenes that show skin — and said skin belongs to John Corbett's Ian. Even his proposal is so delicate and lovely — he is literally looking up to Toula during the scene.

It's hard to believe such a film could make such a splash one whole year before, say, the very male gaze-y Love Actually. And we still struggle to see rom-coms pass the Bechdel test. Maybe we should splash some Windex on 'em.

Mine were lined with milk mustache ads. What was on your wall in the late ‘90s and early ‘00s?

Picture it: It's 2022.

No one thrived in quarantine more than Arnold, who finally got to stay home. He's having a hard time adjusting to life back in the classroom.

Dorothy Ann now spends most of her time on facebook, fighting with people who have also been doing their own research.

Carlos started a meme account.... and his comments section is a dumpster fire.

Ralphie doesn’t want to get vaccinated, so The Frizz takes the gang inside the virus. Fun!

What else do you think they'd be up to?

And also, why is my brain like this?

In this week's episode of "I Am The Cute One", we recapped Sister Act, but as is tradition on our Nostalgia podcast, chaos got the best of us and we got sidetracked with a conversation about creepy childhood toys.

My vote for the Creepiest Toy Award is the Furby. While I was never allowed to have my own, every time a friend was lucky (cursed?) enough to get one, I witnessed the plot of a horror movie.

It was always the same: One by one my friends would show up to school and said the four words that made me seethe with jealousy: "I got a Furby!" They had the glow that can only be associated with an elementary aged millennial who has been tricked into thinking that the responsibilities of motherhood is a fun little game. (I wonder why we all have anxiety now?)

That first week, my friend would give me daily updates on their cute new pet and spend their recess immersing themselves in the culture to learn Furbish. Duolingo who?

The next week, things would change. My friend would arrive to the bus stop looking a little more tired, a little more disheveled. Did I detect a trace of fear when they told me that "Hey, Kah Ay-Ay U-Nye" means "Hey, I see you" in Furbish?

And then, inevitably, the third week would come. My friend would casually mention during a game of Four Square that the Furby was in their closet with a towel over its head. They'd whisper that, despite the batteries being removed, their ravenous robot still woke up every night at 3 AM to screech at its poor, eight year old mother to feed them.

By the end of the month, their tiny tyrant toy would be in the attic and on its way to the next neighborhood garage sale. A tale as old as time.

Anywho. Did you have a Furby? Did it do anything creepy? Let me live vicariously through you because my parents had the good sense to keep those belligerent blinking bullies out of our home. (And, if you are a weirdo who DOESN'T think Furbies are THE CREEPIEST, which toy wears the crown for you?)

The scholastic book fair was a high like nothing else. I have never really been a book girl after the scholastic book fair and reading across America competition where you read books and got

rewarded for it.

Well for a few years I did love Barnes and Noble but that place is still a vibe. Like i remember just spending hours looking through the Guinness book of world records and eat this not that! Because after that all I did for school reading was read and take quizzes, make outlines, and write papers for grades and not rewards. It’s like i could not find reading relaxing after that. And for the past seven years I’ve been writing so i only really find joy in reading articles.

Hey if you’re reading this and you’re a book reader, how would you advise me to get into reading books? I can do audio books but something about reading is just so mundane to me. Should I try to read a book by the pool my next staycation? Should I try to read one during a long travel time?

This is neither here nor there. Anyways what was your favorite thing to buy at the scholastic book fair?

Mine was definitely the Captain Underpants and Kratt brothers books. I liked magazines too. I however wasn’t big into posters or erasers. What I didn’t understand were the people who voluntarily bought like workbooks. Like what is you doing? We already have homework today. Let’s freakin have fun dude like you’re killing the vibe. Anyways so yeah bring me back to the early 00’s? Were you there for the books? Or the others things? What do you think is the equivalent to an adult scholastic book fair? I say yard sales.

Mine was centerstage616, and it was because I was obsessed with the movie not because I was a performer. Had to explain that every time I gave it out. Also, my 4th grade best friend’s was smgrl418 and “sm” meant Steve Madden. Why were we like this?

What was yours?!

You're 10. It's a hot day, but that doesn't keep you from playing with chalk or your skip-it outside. Suddenly, you hear it: The thrilling sound of ice cream truck bells. You run inside to grab a few dollars from your mom, and run to line up behind the other neighborhood kids.

What do you order?

A few possibilities to whet your appetite and memory: Ice cream sandwich, drumstick, strawberry shortcake bar, snow cone, ice cream cookie sandwich, red white and blue popsicle, choco taco, spider-man.

For me, Houseguest, starring Sinbad. Can you guess my age?