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Odd that those things should go together. To be honest, I have not been journaling in as personal a way as I would like. Lately I have been better about being honest and still trying to keep it to things which might be of interest to others. Not sure how I'm doing, so feel free to give me STFU feedback if you feel so moved.
First of, my weekend started Friday because everyone in my family had the day off. We went to see Harry Potter at 1:00pm at the Prytania theater, which is walking distance from my house (but beyond a distance I would like to walk in high summer, to be honest). It was not packed because of the time of day and it being a weekday and all. The new manager greeted us and we started up a bit of a conversation. It was easy because my Husband's former employee, Michelle, was with us. This woman is like Auntie Mame, if she were more foul-mouthed and less sexually inhibited. Going ANYWHERE with Michelle is an experience.
Anyway, I got to wear my favorite Harry Potter shirt:
The Manager guy really liked it and asked where I got it (here, if you're interested). When we left,there was line stretching outside and a bit down the block. It was not yet 4pm. I can only imagine that the evening showings were packed.
Then we picked up Big Boy's friend and brought him home to stay the night.
***
Saturday we woke to find that the city has a boil water advisory proving once and for all that NOLA is the third world. It is still in effect. Today they find out of the tests showed the water has been contaminated or not, and either the advisory will be lifted or changed to a boil water order. They say it best not to bathe in the water until we know, and let me tell you, we're getting RIPE. :P
Last night Ron and I watched The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, without really knowing what it was about beforehand. I am not a fan of graphic rape scenes, though at least this one had a satisfying dollop of graphic revenge to balance the scale. I'm not a rape or sexual abuse survivor. I mean, my family was messed up in some unusual ways, but I was loved and protected. Despite living next door to a pedophile for years (we only found out later, and we had a huge dog who hated the guy, which may have helped) and going to churches and colleges with people in authority who did such things, and even made overtures to me, it never happened.
I suspect it may have been obvious to people that I would not react in the desired way, or maybe fate just intervened. But still. abuse and sexual abuse of women has always been a hot-button issue for me, perhaps because so many of my friends and girls I knew had been victimized. Usually by men with some sort of authority, and it offends my sense of how the world ought to work. (In that way it is similar to my unusual passion about gay rights - it doesn't affect me personally, but that doesn't make me any less angry about it.)
I didn't sleep well, and the wheels are still turning. It seems rape revenge stories are very popular these days, and I wonder what that means. My gut says it's not a good thing, in general. Some of them invite the viewer to vicariously enjoy the sadistic humiliation of women, while the revenge portion is given over to implausible methods of killing.
I will say that this one wasn't like that. As much as I have grown to detest the 'victim of rape who gets tough' method of lazy character development, Lisbeth is tough before the rape, and that doesn't change. In fact, her response if rather more moderate than one might expect from stories with a rape revenge theme.
I have a feeling that this is a theme that is going to have to boil for a while before something floats to the top.
Sometimes I think my brain hates me.
***
We also watched Up in the Air, which led me to believe that George Clooney is only attractive because of his personality. He's got regular features and all, but it's the smarm that makes him interesting. I feel the same about Hugh Jackman, except it's not the smarm in his case. He has an aura. But if you shot either of them dead, their faces would no longer be interesting to look at, at least for me.
We cooked burgers by the pool, despite the water issue. The temps have been in the 70s, and it has been sunny. I can't complain.
First of, my weekend started Friday because everyone in my family had the day off. We went to see Harry Potter at 1:00pm at the Prytania theater, which is walking distance from my house (but beyond a distance I would like to walk in high summer, to be honest). It was not packed because of the time of day and it being a weekday and all. The new manager greeted us and we started up a bit of a conversation. It was easy because my Husband's former employee, Michelle, was with us. This woman is like Auntie Mame, if she were more foul-mouthed and less sexually inhibited. Going ANYWHERE with Michelle is an experience.
Anyway, I got to wear my favorite Harry Potter shirt:
The Manager guy really liked it and asked where I got it (here, if you're interested). When we left,there was line stretching outside and a bit down the block. It was not yet 4pm. I can only imagine that the evening showings were packed.
Then we picked up Big Boy's friend and brought him home to stay the night.
***
Saturday we woke to find that the city has a boil water advisory proving once and for all that NOLA is the third world. It is still in effect. Today they find out of the tests showed the water has been contaminated or not, and either the advisory will be lifted or changed to a boil water order. They say it best not to bathe in the water until we know, and let me tell you, we're getting RIPE. :P
Last night Ron and I watched The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, without really knowing what it was about beforehand. I am not a fan of graphic rape scenes, though at least this one had a satisfying dollop of graphic revenge to balance the scale. I'm not a rape or sexual abuse survivor. I mean, my family was messed up in some unusual ways, but I was loved and protected. Despite living next door to a pedophile for years (we only found out later, and we had a huge dog who hated the guy, which may have helped) and going to churches and colleges with people in authority who did such things, and even made overtures to me, it never happened.
I suspect it may have been obvious to people that I would not react in the desired way, or maybe fate just intervened. But still. abuse and sexual abuse of women has always been a hot-button issue for me, perhaps because so many of my friends and girls I knew had been victimized. Usually by men with some sort of authority, and it offends my sense of how the world ought to work. (In that way it is similar to my unusual passion about gay rights - it doesn't affect me personally, but that doesn't make me any less angry about it.)
I didn't sleep well, and the wheels are still turning. It seems rape revenge stories are very popular these days, and I wonder what that means. My gut says it's not a good thing, in general. Some of them invite the viewer to vicariously enjoy the sadistic humiliation of women, while the revenge portion is given over to implausible methods of killing.
I will say that this one wasn't like that. As much as I have grown to detest the 'victim of rape who gets tough' method of lazy character development, Lisbeth is tough before the rape, and that doesn't change. In fact, her response if rather more moderate than one might expect from stories with a rape revenge theme.
I have a feeling that this is a theme that is going to have to boil for a while before something floats to the top.
Sometimes I think my brain hates me.
***
We also watched Up in the Air, which led me to believe that George Clooney is only attractive because of his personality. He's got regular features and all, but it's the smarm that makes him interesting. I feel the same about Hugh Jackman, except it's not the smarm in his case. He has an aura. But if you shot either of them dead, their faces would no longer be interesting to look at, at least for me.
We cooked burgers by the pool, despite the water issue. The temps have been in the 70s, and it has been sunny. I can't complain.
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