I grew up in a time when stalking and obsession were selling points for romantic plots. “Oh, look! He wore her down until she said yes. They were surely meant to be together.”
I now live in a time where even writing that sentence made my fingers cringe.
We have learned (hopefully) that stalking is not romantic. Overly obsessing on anything is not healthy. What were romance storylines are now creepy thriller plot lines.
So, to reiterate today’s stance: stalking is bad.
Continue readingJudging from the title of this post you are probably thinking this is the most unnecessariest of unnecessary posts. All you need to do is make a person angry. And I agree with you. In this time of easily offended people a how-to on angering folks may be similar to telling a short person they are, in fact, short. Trust me, a short gal knows she is short. In that spirit of useless advice, here is my sure-fire way of angering someone – anyone in fact.
Continue readingI like to think I’m rather smart. Perhaps, that is a common trait for all humankind to think that on some level. “I may not be the brightest, but I am not some dummy.” Some days I believe it, other days, well, I try to think of other talents I might possess. Think I’m being hard on myself? That’s kind of you but I’m about to share a story that proves my point. Unfortunately, it’s all true.
Continue readingThe other night I decided to watch Wild Mountain Thyme (2020). I should say, I decided to try and watch it again. A previous attempt didn’t make it much past the opening credits. I happened to read the synopsis and decided, nah. But after doing some research for my Far and Away post last week I saw that this movie hit the number one spot on a list of bad Irish accents. Which I thought was a little harsh since the lead actor is, in fact, Irish. I’m getting a little bit ahead of myself though. Let me back up to the beginning.
Continue readingMy only thought when I returned home from Ireland was “I need to rewatch Far and Away.” Which sounds like a poor take-away from a travel abroad: watch an old American movie about a foreign country. My reasoning though is not what you are probably thinking. Sure, I wanted to see some of the land I just visited. But mainly, I was interested in the accents.
Continue readingThe other day, the 1982 song ‘Jack and Diane’ came on the radio. The song is what could be referred to as an ‘80’s classic by John Mellancamp (since I actually lived through and remember the ‘80’s I still call him John Cougar Mellancamp). While the song has never been a favorite of mine, the catchy beat and longevity of it used to prompt me to sing along. More out of obligation than anything. If you grew up in the ‘80’s, there are certain anthem like songs that you are required to sing along to. Not that I paid much attention to what I was singing, it was just something I did. That is, until I read Mindy Kaling’s book “Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)” (2012). Now, instead of singing along, I listen to it and climb up on some intellectual high ground and tsk-tsk my way through it.
Continue readingKeeping with my family’s long standing tradition, we went to see a movie the day after Thanksgiving. We cleverly call this custom “the day after Thanksgiving movie.” We tend to lean toward more family oriented viewings. Some years we have a plethora of choices. Other years the pickings are slim. This year we opted for Moana 2. Now, if you have not seen the movie yet and it is on your to-do viewing list, you will probably want to stop right here. You can read about my take on the Little Mermaid instead. Don’t complain if I ruin the Little Mermaid for you because it has been over 30 years. I will not accept responsibility for any spoiler alerts on that one.
Moana 2 is a different story and we are entering spoiler alerts territory right now.
Continue readingI have reached a certain age. The age in which I apparently am starting to notice obituaries. For anyone younger than 30, this sounds morbid. For anyone older than 40, this probably sounds relatable. Not that I am seeking out obits to read. I’m not to that stage in the game. Yet. But the final write ups or the summation of a person’s life that I do read I am starting to take note. Note number one is: I better start padding my obit.
Continue readingThe blossom looked around at its surroundings and realized, “I’m a pretty flower.”
“No,” the old flower next to it said. “You are a weed.”
Continue readingSocial media has been abuzz reminding me the television show Friends (NBC) started its run 30 years ago and aired its final episode May 2004 – 20 years ago. I would guess that with syndication, it has never been off the air in the last 20 years. I know I have rewatched it when it used to come on every night at 9:00. Mainly just because it was there. With it streaming on Max and other options, new generations are now watching it. But they just don’t understand.
September has long been associated with the a few things. Football season. Fall (or Autumn depending on your geographic location and/or faux sophistication), the traditional school year start, and most important, the beginning of the original television show season. That last one was definitely a big one for me. I won’t go into too many embarrassing details but I would usually purchase a TV Guide or some other entertainment magazine and look at the schedule. When were all the long awaited premieres? In all fairness, the previous season usually ended mid-May and any show worth watching usually had something I had been waiting for some type of resolution for four months. And back in those days, four months felt much longer than they do now. Waiting from May until September for the answer to some evilly designed cliff-hanger should have developed a keen sense of patience in me. Should have. But somehow didn’t. Of course, any promise in a finale was usually unwound in a premiere. Just to keep the story going another season because only finales got happiness (if you’re lucky). Premieres usually got more problems to solve. One of those storylines I waited for-EV-er on was the Ross and Rachel romance of Friends.
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