Quote of the day: “No statue has ever been put up to a critic.” Jean Sibelius
Song of the day: None
State of mind: busy
Date: June 3, 2007
I’m wearing a pink shirt today. That might not sound like an out of the ordinary type of thing, but here’s a little fact about me: I hate pink. Always have. I’ve never purchased anything for myself that in any way resembles the color pink. Except the shirt I have on today. And a book called New Zen for Women- but that is beside the point and this isn’t just any pink shirt. It’s a pink shirt with Joss Whedon on it. He likes pink. There is a somewhat famous story about the fact that he uses a pink back pack to carry his stuff around. I’m not sure how he chose that particular back pack, but I have a feeling it had less to do with the color and more to do with him being a guy, needing a back pack, and that one being handy. The fact that it was pink probably never occurred to him, but I’m sure when it did it tickled him (pink) quite a bit. I also have a feeling he couldn’t wait for the first smart ass to come by and make a comment about it. I have a theory- and this isn’t one I’d ever want to test, but I’m pretty sure he is always the victor in any war of words that he finds himself in. The word ‘eviscerate’ comes to mind actually.
My favorite color is blue. The darker blue the better. I also never played with dolls. That didn’t stop my mother from buying them for me though. I loved matchbox cars. I didn’t like playing house either. I preferred to climb (and fall out of) trees; although the falling was never the goal. I was a ‘tomboy’ as a kid. The fact that I was a girl and almost all of my friends were boys wasn’t something I thought about till I was about 12. That was the year I stopped looking like a boy. I had no idea why people were suddenly treating me different. Sure my hair was much longer, and my stupid sister talked me into bleaching it over the summer, but I was still me. The pink hating, tree climbing, baseball playing tomboy. But it’s like that tree in the woods thing. If everyone around you treats you like a delicate, doll loving, boy crazy creature are you really still a tomboy? No one seemed to think so... except me.
Why am I bringing all this gender expectant crap up? Not sure. It’s been on my mind lately. I look like a girl, sometimes dress like a girl, enjoy girl things occasionally- (like irresistible hot men that can’t spell irresistible) but I’m a pretty crappy girl. At least the kind of girl I’ve always been told I’m supposed to be. The giggling kind, that loves shoe shopping, getting make overs and manicures, and watches chic flicks.
I laugh a lot, but that isn’t the same as giggling.
I hate shopping. Unless it’s for books, CDs, DVDs.
I prefer action adventure, sci fi, ass kicking movies to relationship movies any day. Except today.
Today I went and saw Waitress again. It’s actually better then second time around. I took my mother to the special screening on Mother’s Day a few weeks ago. When I saw it then, there were moments in the movie that seemed clunky. Jarring. I expected it to be so this time as well, but that didn't happen. The movie flowed really well. Not sure why. It’s the same movie. Which, by the way, is a good movie.
Waitress is set in the south and features Keri Russell as the waitress in the title, who is stuck in a suffocating marriage that she desperately wants to escape but her path is blocked by a sudden and unplanned for pregnancy. Despite being ‘in the family way’ she takes up with her OBGYN (played by Nathan Fillion) in a several month long affair. Meanwhile, another waitress is having an affair with someone unexpected and the third finally finds love, also by someone unexpected. Although his role is rather small, I have to mention that the man who own's the pie shop Jenna (Keri Russell) and her cohorts work in is played by a cranky Andy Griffith, who get's the biggest laughs in the movie. (And all well deserved!) There are no car chases. No international plots of destrcution or teenagers with mutant powers. It’s a sweet story about flawed people. And when I say that I mean the people are real, but the movie doesn’t punish them for it. It’s just how they are.
Wouldn’t that be nice if life was like that too?
P.S. Eventually I will get to the meme Beth tagged me with, and the thinkers blog thing as well. There are people whose blogs deserve to be recognized, so I don't want to skip it. I've just been... busy.
Show quote of the day: “I'm sorry I've given you such a hard time. It can't be easy being dead.”