We went out on the town as a family today — an unusual event, all 4 of us together doing something leisurely.
Eggmaster wanted to take the girls to the cheap theater to see Horton Hears a Who. I had heard really different things about the movie, but the kids really enjoyed it. Violet was sitting next to me and she was giggling excitedly nearly the entire time.
I enjoyed much of the movie too, though I kept wondering whether it made the leap from rhyming storybook to feature-length film successfully. There were other problems with the movie: I am not a fan of pop culture throwaway lines in children’s movies. Which may be why I turned off Shrek 2 in the middle and never saw Shrek 3. (Or at least, one reason — we were also really bored with Shrek 2). And HHAW has some of that too. In fact there is a bizarre scene in which all the characters sing REO Speedwagon’s “I Can’t Fight this Feeling Anymore.” Apart from the fact that I have a very disturbing adolescent association with that song, I was a little creeped out knowing that my family was so squarely being targeted: I am the demographic group that would both know that song well and have children of the age to come to the movie. It’s OK, filmmakers — I’m happy to take my kids to the movies without getting little knowing winks from you over the kids’ heads. (BTW, my kids are happy to go to movies even if there are no poop or fart jokes. I promise.)
Still, possibly contradicting everything I have just said, mom, dad, and 2 kids all laughed out loud a lot at the Horton anime scene, as below:
We went to Whole Foods after the movie, and as we stood in line Violet grabbed Madonna’s Hard Candy CD (which obviously fits right in with Kohlrabi and tahini). “This is the album we heard on the radio, mom,” she said, recalling that we listened to a review of the album on NPR. (Poor child, that her knowledge of pop music comes from NPR). My recollection of the review — and I listened to/read several, so it’s probably a mix of them all — was something about how weird it is for a near 50-year-old woman to be acting so desperate to maintain her status as a pop goddess. I don’t know, maybe if I looked like Madonna I would be eager to have my picture taken like this:
I’m not trying to be prudish, I just get so burned out on the way sexed-up thing. I asked Violet what she thought Madonna was doing in the photo. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe she thinks that thing is hard candy.” I mean really, what is she doing? And watching Madonna with Justin Timberlake just makes me think Mrs. Robinson. I don’t know — I have no real opinion on the music. I don’t go out dancing anymore, sadly, so dance music isn’t my thing right now. It just reminds me of the mom I saw the other day wearing the exact same (hyper-) short shorts and flip flops as her teenage daughters — it just looks . . . I can’t help it, it looks weird to me. Obviously women over 40 or 50 or 60 can be incredibly sexy. Just not like that. Nor did the 20-something girl I saw today in Whole Foods whose shorts stopped just shy of the top of her thigh (I saw cheek!) look all that sexy. Just . . . silly.
Also, at Whole Foods, I bought a magazine called Clean Eating — I was just so curious, and so hungry. I guess it is a magazine for an unprocessed “lifestyle,” not to say “diet”. It’s a trend, something like going vegan or raw foods, expect a whole lot easier and vaguer. It’s not unlike how we eat now, but apparently Clean Eating involves going alcohol free, so it’s clear that I will remain a Dirty Eater.