Years go by, marriages fail, and friendships crumble but one thing is for sure—Americans will always act like drunken troglodytes at Mexican resorts.
Sorry I broke your ankle
The ladies of G.L.O.W. have reached the unfortunate inevitable spot in the Venn diagram of women-led entertainment--not famous enough to be taken seriously by their bosses, but popular enough to have super-creepy fans.
I find it impossible to watch just one episode of GLOW per sitting
Let’s get two things out of the way: one, the Virgin is not revealed in Virginia, and two, racial tensions do not boil over (or even show up) in the Capital of Confederacy.
GLOW, a fictional take on the 80’s women’s wrestling show, is the ideal summertime show.
What kind of country does this? How can less than half of the population sit back, or worse; defend this madness?