Thursday, May 25, 2006
I have to make this entry short because I’m a little pressed for time today. It’s strange because two weeks ago, I was looking at a deep lull where work was concerned. But in this business, things change from day to day.
I just finished watching Transamerica that I got from Netflix. And I must say that I enjoyed it. I’m sure my mother would be horrified about that…
It’s a decent film about a guy named Stanley about to alter his penis for a vagina. It’s kind of like turning an “outie” bellybutton into an “innie”. And then the past jumps up and bites Stanley/Sabrina on her pre-op ass… She has a son that she never knew about. So she ventures to New York to pick him up and they drive cross-country. Sabrina has to make a stop at the “dead” parents house…. Blah, blah, blah… And everyone seems to be okay with it.
I wasn’t as “wowed” by the film as much as I hoped to be. I’m only giving it 3 out of 5 stars on the Netflix grading scale.
And I also watched The Ringer and I found it to be quite funny and compassionate. I’m glad to see the Special Olympics on board with that movie because a lot of “impassioned” assholes thought the film would make fun of retarded or “special” individuals. And please keep in mind they made those assumptions before they saw the movie.
I thought it was touching and sweet with a healthy dose of funny. The tables were turned on the “ringer” and he became the one needing a helping hand to find his way. There was no belittling of the retarded or special folks. If anything, it should make us non-retarded folks take a look at how we treat our brothers and sisters that are different than us.
I don’t like using “mentally challenged” because I’m not very politically correct. And personally, I think that the politically correct movement has hurt relations in our society. It keeps people from asking questions and exploring. In a sense, I feel that the PC movement has put a damper on our growth as human beings. You watch your P’s and Q’s and therefore everything seems “normal” and no one gets their feelings hurt.
I’m in the camp of bandage rippers that allow wounds to get a little air in order to heal. Call me crazy if you want, but I think society has gotten WAY too sensitive about every damn thing. You can’t throw an Easter Seal without offending someone.
I see political correctness as a crutch that I refuse to use. Sure, I may stumble from time to time, but I will see and experience things my way. I refuse to become a hand wringer that panics about what I say and what others around me say.
Right or wrong… I use my freedom to say and do what I want.
Well… I didn’t mean to get on a soapbox or anything, it just happened. So with that, I’ll close out this entry.