My boyfriend proposed to me in November, and by the end of December, we were married. There were several reasons why we decided to speed things up, mostly because I couldn't follow him to his new job location without being his spouse and we were running out of time. We love each other dearly, and neither of us wanted to go through a three-year separation if we didn't have to. Thus, knowing we weren't doing this the traditional way, we got married.
I got a choice this week! I won’t tell you the other ones since I’ll have to watch them all eventually (Spoilers? Me? Never!), but this week Rico and I settled on the Sylvester Stallone/Wesley Snipes classic Demolition Man. The reason I chose this over the others is simple: Rico had a friend visiting from out of town and commented this after using the restroom:
Like ice running down the back of my leg, dressed in fishnets and a leather skirt, rain pours down. All that time spent curling hair and beating faces on, wasted. We shiver together, clutching each other and bitching about the rain. We didn't pack jackets. It's two pounds to check your coat, and no one wants to stand in that line. Instead, the boys give us theirs, hoping to gain some favor for a chat. I don't have one, but they all did. I'm too old for this kind of thing: spinster, though that word is too outdated for this crowd. I'm just old.
Why had I not heard of this movie before Halloween? I really don't care what the critics say. If you check, IMDB gives this movie a 5.8/10, Rotten Tomatoes gives it a 73%, and Empire gives is 3/5. This seems like a movie to see once and forget about it. I promise you, if you have a thing for C'thulhu, Azathoth, or the Deep Ones (among other Lovecraftian monsters), you will enjoy this movie and come back to it again and again.
"Creature Feature or Horror flick?" These are the choices I'm given this week. I'm getting ramped up for Halloween. Even after a Mothman and a Vampire Hunter, I'm still in the mood for some supernatural monsters. I'll get to a real ghoulie ghost story one of these days, but it is not this day.
There were a lot of reasons why I hurt when first coming to the U.K. for my graduate schooling. Beyond issues of relationships and family, I had purposefully distanced myself from the world and its politics. I no longer had the youthful drive and stamina to stand up for issues I felt strongly about and "fight the good fight." In an effort to assuage my strong feelings, I tried to convince myself that people couldn't be as bad as I had made them out to be when I was young. Everyone thinks that they're right, and thus issues are difficult to solve if no one wants to budge. In my mind and, until the U.S. election, in my heart, I kept that as a truth. I let go of a lot of issues and tried not to get worked up over the news. It helped. The things that used to tear me apart no longer did. I no longer hated the people I used to hate, and I tried my best not to fault them for the decisions they felt were in their best interest.