Sometimes Good Grief Looks Like This

AKA Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown

I LOVED Pedro Almodóvar’s “Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios” when I first saw it in high school Spanish class with Miss Margaret Meade in the early 1990s. Surely on VHS tape from a video rental store. I LOVED Pedro Almodóvar’s “Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios” when I first saw it in high school Spanish class with Miss Margaret Meade in the early 1990s. Surely on VHS tape from a video rental store. Señorita Meade taught Spanish at what was then called Woodrow Wilson Senior High School in Washington, DC. Renamed in recent years to Jackson Reed. I think I saw a picture of her on Facebook posted recently by a fellow classmate. Still teaching.

I’m not sure when or why she chose to put on videos in some class periods, but it was such a welcome change from the norm. That the lights were turned off also brought me comfort and peace. I loved watching movies at school.

My dad was borderline insane around what we could and couldn’t watch, so my only real hope of exposure to movie…