Next time you watch a movie where scenes occur in a moving car, take a look at the backseat headrests. I challenge you to spot them. As most big-budget movies these days involving car scenes are shot indoors in front of a green screen, the headrests are removed to allow for greater camera angles.
With the increase of (Hollywood) films shot in Boston, I might as well prostitute myself to those studios and film companies as my Subaru’s backseat lacks headrests. I lost them a few years ago, so why not make some money off my forgetfulness?
Speaking of France (which is what I think of when I think of prostitutes, presumedly due to word association with the pronunciation of franc), a British woman who moved with her family to France writes in a blog called Miles Away in France.
Her latest entry begins with the sentence, Sadly we lost one of the turkeys.
How often do you read British women living in France talking about turkeys? I bet you didn’t think you’d read it here. I read about it at Tollipop. Which reminds me of Lollipop, a magazine I used to obsessively read at the Newbury Comics store in Harvard Square.