March 07, 2006
The I Actually Have Something Interesting To Write About But Have No Time Today Blog
You know what movie I hated? "Stepmom." This movie came out about the same time I became a stepmom, so a fellow stepmom and I went to see it together.
I will cop to being all kinds of naive when I entered stepmotherhood. Indeed, I was so naive, I thought this contrived piece of dung might shed a little light for me on my newly acquired role.
(And why is it that, in movies, when they want to show that someone is a cold, career-driven, anti-family, urban hipster, they're always a professional photographer? Does the mecca of motion pictures have something against still pictures?)
The movie started out all right, but halfway through, it became "The I Have Breast Cancer Movie." Which really irritated me.
First of all, I don't like ANYTHING that makes me think of Susan Sarandon's breasts.
Second of all, okay -- I'm a big fan of breasts. Therefore, breast cancer sucks. I support research to cure it with my hard-earned money. I personally hope to take The Girls to the grave with me. Unless Heather wants them stuffed or something, I don't know. Point is, breast cancer is a horrible reality for many, many people. I get it.
I just don't want it tacked onto my otherwise perfectly crappy, indulgent movie just because Hollywood couldn't think of a better ending. There I was, eating my Junior Mints, wondering if Ex-Wife and Stepmom would ever come to some kind of understanding... buuuut that wasn't even necessary because they conveniently killed off the Ex-Wife.
"Gee, Ex-Wife, I guess I never looked at it from your point of view. Maybe we could both learn something from each other, huh?"
"What? I'm sorry -- I couldn't hear you over my BREAST CANCER."
Worst. Resolution. Ever.
And because of that, I don't want this to become "The I Have Insomnia Blog," but I have to tell you about my sleep study. I'm not going to have PirateWench.org became the story of my long struggle with sleepiness. I just gotta tell you this story cuz, well, it's rare that something legitimately bloggable comes down the pike for me. Mostly it's just crap.
But I'm running outta time, so it's gonna have to wait until tomorrow. I'll leave you with this mental picture: Me, with twelve electrodes on my head, lying in bed calling, "Hussein?"
Comments
What? You can't get ambien like *cough* normal people?
Posted by: Queen of Ass at March 7, 2006 03:13 PM
Ooooh, sleep study! I've done one'a those.
http://some-other-dave.livejournal.com/40960.html
Fun, isn't it?
Posted by: some_other_dave at March 8, 2006 12:21 AM
Mendooozzzaaaaa!
Posted by: Uncle Twitchy at March 8, 2006 05:43 AM