‘Inside Out 2’ Review: Pixar Finds Joy Examining Childhood Anxiety
The first time I remember feeling anxiety I was 11 years old. It was the last day of sixth grade —the last day of elementary school period — and kids were signing each other’s yearbooks. I had a crush on the girl I had sat next to in fifth grade English, and I really wanted her signature. There was just one problem: I had no idea how to ask for it (or, for that matter, how to talk to a girl in any other context). Short, awkward, and weird, I had recently come to the shocking realization that I was a deeply uncool human being, and I was convinced I was especially unappealing to members of the o...