The film 10 Things I Hate About You was my teenage anthem.
I felt angry like Kat, I wanted to dress like Kat, and I even carried around a copy of the Bell Jar for a week. I wanted to be Kat.
If you’ve never seen this movie, there’s this scene where Kat reads Heath Ledger a list of ten things she “hates” about him. She ends the list by saying she hates that she really doesn’t hate him at all. Since I wanted to be just like Kat, I thought I’d be really clever by sending this one guy I was a similar 10 Things I Hate About You list. In hindsight, it’s all very cringe-worthy. Whenever I see that Seinfeld episode where Jerry’s ex-girlfriend writes him a gut-wrenching love letter which turns out to be copied from a Neil Simon play, I die a little bit inside.
Anyway, there’s this place in the Rock Hills area of St. Louis called Nachomama’s. The building appears to have been a fast food joint in past lives. You might drive right by, except for the fact that it’s always crowded. My friends took me here one day and I liked it so much I was already planning my second visit by the end of my first meal. It’s one of the first places that pops-up in my mind when I’m considering take-out.
