BEFORE WE PROCEED, LET’S GO BACK TO THE LAST TIME YOU HEARD FROM US . . . .
The year was 2012.
“Call Me Maybe” was the song of the summer.
RIP Whitney Houston.
Youngs and non-parentals used Facebook. Insta was still a glimmer in most of our eyes.
Linsanity coursed through the streets of New York for a brief, glorious moment in February.
Fifty Shades of Grey blazed into the pop cultural lexicon, finally making smut socially acceptable (thank the lord!).
London hosted the 2012 summer Olympics. Remember that creepy/weird opening ceremony??
And the Feinberg sisters, of Hastings-on-Hudson, New York, were . . . . . . well, we were the exact damn same. Jewish with a touch of WASP, self-assured, brassy, opinionated, sarcastic, witty, sharp, judgmental; these things don’t change, whether you’re 23, 27, or 32 (yup, I’m old now).
Some of the technicalities have changed. Katy is a New Yorker again (concrete bunghole where dreams are made up), Margaret is married (youngest married before older sisters, it’s fine stop asking). I am a thirty-something. It’s cool.
But luckily for you the snark and the sass have remained, and we intend to (over)share with you all. Again.
So hold on to your smartphones. Or, you know, like us on Instagram.
The Festivus is officially back open for business. Sorry we’re not sorry.