Casey Frey was in a commercial for Just Dance 2015…
This is like that scene in every horror movie where they’re looking through old photographs and see the ghost/demon that’s been haunting them in the background.
can we ever truly separate our feelings about our mothers’ sadness from our feelings about our own childhood sadness, watching her? our own sadness as women who watch our loved ones marry men like our fathers? our own sadness if we were stuck in our mothers’ lives?