It’s Saturday afternoon; I should be outside shopping, reading, or doing something cultural. But I’m hungover from a lack of sleep and a bounty of Linus in my face all night. The TV’s on, and I was forced to hit “guide” to see what this amazing movie is. Anita & Me. I’d never heard of it, but it’s amazing in that coming of age, this is me, way. A time of diaries with locks, hiding Our Bodies Ourselves under your bed, bras, deodorant, and kissing in closets. Boobies. Hair. Trying to fit in, from sneakers, to hair, socks, and boys. Puberty. I think the most awkward times in our lives are the most interesting. If you agree, you’ll love Anita & Me. It’s darling, quite hysterical, and moving. It conjures memories of young friends, the kind you climbed trees and played tag with, but once the boy girl parties began, left you for alone. Left you with the nerds eating at Friendly’s and renting from Blockbuster instead of drinking or pot. I spent my adolescence alone; maybe everyone feels that way.