Movie Tuesdays




Okay, youngsters, this movie is called "Terms of Endearment," and it was probably the first movie I remember that addressed death.  Okay, I take that back.  "Bambi" was my first experience of death in a movie, but we're going to pretend that didn't happen. I want you to watch the clip.  I dare you. Go ahead, do it right now.

Sweet, huh?

"Terms of Endearment" came out in 1983 when I was 13 and I went to see it with my mom.  I remember  being rather embarrassed by the sexy parts but I also remember sitting in the darkened movie theater sobbing during this scene.  Even though I'd seen Bambi as a kid and cried about his mom, as a teenager I was so embarrassed by showing sadness or grief, especially in a room full of strangers.  Granted, I wasn't alone in my weepiness, but I still felt weird when the lights came up.  When you're a teen, you're a little more aware that people might look at you and judge the streams of mascara and bright blue eye shadow running down your face.  Now I don't give a fudge.

Why?

Well, for one, it feels pretty darn cathartic to cry.  Let's take a look at another scene from a different movie to see how it's done.  This one's from 1989, "Steel Magnolias," a pretty good chick flick where they manage to make Julia Roberts look bad with the magic of a short wig.




People made fun of Sally Field for this scene, but I think her performance was awesome.  And "Hit Ouiser" is one of the best comic lines of all times.

So, that's all I've got for today boys and girls.  So, do you like to cry at the movies?  What films have made you cry?


Z is for...

I am so saddened that this A to Z challenge is coming to an end.  My life had purpose and direction in April. Okay, I wouldn't go so far to say that my life lacks purpose and direction, but sadly, most days I don't do a lot of writing.  And I'm a writer.  So what's the problem? It's not writer's block; it's more like, what's the freakin' point block?  On April 1, 2012 I had like 24 followers and very few of them ever commented on my blog.  It's really difficult to put words out there when you know no one is going to read them or comment about a post.  Most days I'm like, hey, I've got laundry to do and groceries to buy and kids to entertain, so why write? Especially about death? It makes most people uncomfortable.  But through this challenge, I have found a few people who actually appreciate my effort.  And that makes me INCREDIBLY HAPPY!
My plan for May is to market this here death blog.  I want guest posters.  I want to do Q&A.  I want to promote others who are also writers.  I want to capture that excited feeling I had each morning when I saw that I had comments.  (If only I could sell that feeling I'd be a bazillionaire!)
Okay, so now the fun of April is over.  For everyone who stopped by and said hello, even the quiet stalkers, I appreciate you.
So what's my Z?
Bear with me a moment while I tell you a story...

Halloween is my favorite holiday.  Always has been.  It probably has to do with the fact that I spent most of my life as the girl who sat in the back row of class hiding behind a wall of frizzy hair or eating my lunch in the library because I felt weird and uncomfortable eating alone in the cafeteria.  Halloween is that one glorious day when the socially awkward get their chance to be someone else for a night.  And to top it all off, there's like a ton of FREE candy.  So, what's not to love?
For most of my life, my once yearly Halloween costume involved dressing up in a sexy costume.  (Yes, I'm one of those women. I know, I know.)  I could go into a full psychological profile of why I went that route, but I don't want to go way off topic here.
Z is for ZOMBIES!
This year I decided to embrace the fact that I was not the cute young thing that I used to be.  My Halloween plans involved trick-or-treating with my two kids and I didn't feel like being the pathetic mom in a bunny suit wandering the streets of suburban Texas with her offspring.  So, I went full on scary and had a blast.  I scared children.  I scared a few adults.  And best of all, at the end of the night as I was taking out the trash and two costume-less teenage boys were wandering past my house with pillowcases clutched in their grubby teenage hands, I growled "Want some Candy?"

And they said, "No, thanks."  But I lumbered towards them with my bowl of M&M snack packs and made them take it.

So, what's the moral of that story?
Everyone is afraid of death (zombies) but the sooner you embrace it, life becomes a lot more fun!

Y is for...

YUCKY!

I'll be honest.  I am writing this post sort of late in the day under the influence of a few drinks.  It is Friday, after all!  And it's after five-o'clock, so it's all good.  Y is a challenging one for me.  I was just going to write "You are going to die one day."  And that was going to be the whole post, but I had a feeling that that might be perceived as rather cold and that isn't the impression I want to leave you with when we're almost done with the challenge.

So, then I pulled out my trusty dictionary and started perusing through the words and "yucky" stuck out.  Why?  Well, sometimes death can be yucky, especially for the ones who have to deal with the aftermath.  I followed a crew of firefighters for about three months (only went on three calls because I am the white cloud) and I heard tales of "stinkers," or people who have died and nobody finds them for awhile. I hate to break it to you, but after we die, we smell REALLY BAD after a few days of decomposition. Not even a "stick up" is going to help.

I also interviewed a bio-hazard cleaner.  He showed me the difference between a hand gun and a shotgun and what it did to a room.  He didn't want anyone to end their life, but if they did, he would prefer that they use a handgun.  I saw the difference.  One room maintained an air of tidiness, while the other looked like Jackson Pollock had a can of red paint and went nuts on it.

Okay, enjoy your breakfast or lunch or dinner or whatever.  Take time to smell the roses.  And have a bitchin' summer!
And this is why Pamela shouldn't drink and blog.