Movie Review: Grease

I had a great many thoughts after my most recent viewing of Grease. The first is a thought I always have; I remember what it was like to be teased by the Girl Scouts in the third grade because I had never seen it. Teased is the wrong word. A better description is: made to feel like a social leper and outcast because I'd never seen this movie. The second thought I have is a question about the rating of this movie. In just one song they throw out lyrics like "pussywagon" and "We'll be gettin' lots of tit." This thought always brings me back to my first thought and I wonder why these girls' parents let them watch this movie at the age of 8.

Don't get me wrong, I think Grease is a classic. Great song and dance numbers, classic high school storyline, good performances all around.

What I've never really understood though is why parents are so quick to show this to young girls. The centerpiece of the plotline is that you should change yourself (into something you think is negative) to be with the guy/girl you have a crush on. Just the overt sexuality, had it been made in today's movie climate, would have garnered at the very least a solid PG-13 rating. Then you have this godawful storyline encouraging young girls to slut themselves up to win over the popular guy at school. It's horrible!

The way it was done as a film, Grease is just more appealing to younger people. It's appealing to adults in a nostalgic way. If this movie was actually made for an audience of not children, I would shrug and blame this on bad parenting. However, it was clearly targeting preteens and younger. And that's why, despite my love for this movie, I give it a thumbs down.

Two thumbs way way down for the parents who let their children watch this.

A Roller Coaster, Baby Baby!

Mine plans keep on changing. Kevin seems impressed by my flexibility. I don't know if it's flexibility, or the fact that I'm constantly looking for something new. Always a new adventure, some new life experience I can learn from.

What's not so different is my new full-time job: back at Marbella. Before you judge me, just know I'm only there because it's convenient, idiot-proof, and they agreed to pay me a ridiculous hourly wage. Really, it's obscene that a nonunion cashier is making this much money. Speed turned me onto the local YMCA gym facilities, so to afford that I will also be working there two nights a week. I'll be busy, but at least I won't have to stress so much about money.

I won't be doing the once a week class at San Marcos, but I'll be able to start there full time in the Spring. That worked itself out beautifully.

The Karate Kid is such a good movie. Elisabeth Shue manages to look exactly the same at 40 as she did at 17. That in and of itself makes it great. It makes me miss thinking hanging out at a penny arcade is cool. To be so easily, and cheaply, amused. It seems like when your options are limited, you can manage to find really great ways to have fun. Necessity is indeed the mother of invention.

Rob Macchio looks like a terrible kisser.

This will do, thanks.

I found what I want for Christmas:

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Thanks in advance.

Crickey!

This one time, at a rest stop somewhere in the bayou, I witnessed a fat white woman leaning over the shore with a camera. She was taking a picture of an alligator, sunning itself on the small beach. She looked just like an antelope stooping the drink water, right before the alligator springs out of the water, throwing the hapless creature into a death roll.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen to that particular idiot.

Dirty Floors

Nasty dirty floors. They are my one weakness.

Remind me to be an obsessive cleaner. That's a good vice to have because then even the most anal will be comfortable in your home.

Sweet Caroline

For the first time since I can't even remember when, I checked her blog. Read almost every entry. It's kind of nice to read them because she writes just the way she talks, so I can just hear her relating these stories to me. Like she used to.

I don't think you even have a link to this, but I'll adress it to you anyway. You were always clever about stalking people on the internet, so maybe you'll find your way here.

You asked about how I know what's the right direction, or if I'm doing the right thing. I don't, but sometimes you have to dive in head first to find out how deep the water is. I didn't know what would happen when I held up my right hand and swore to defend the constitution, or when I first got off the bus to OCS. I didn't know I'd end up back at home four weeks later, barely able to walk around the house. But I sure am glad I went. I found out what I was capable of (ie- finishing a 3 mile FARTLEK run while hyperventilating most of the way). Sometimes you have to do things even if you're afraid of the outcome.

Like with you. I didn't know that first time I picked up the phone to call you, Sophomore year? that it would end in the e-mail screaming match of the decade. I'm glad I did, though. I learned that I was not the friend to you I could have been. For that, I'm sorry.

Don't be afraid to dive in. Even if it seems like the wrong outcome, you might be happier than you think in the long run.

This will get a title later.

I'm sitting here in Florida after a week on the road with Kevin. It was a great trip, I could live in a camper driving all over the country and be quite content for the rest of my life. That's why I need to start getting paid to either write, or take pictures. Something I can do anywhere.

Charlie Company 1st Platoon, OCC 195 is graduating at the end of this week. I am full of happiness for all the graduates, but sadness for myself. I know I'm missing out on something and I don't know if I'll ever get it back. I'm not sure I ever want to get it back. In the abstract I want to be a Marine. Face to face, I'm not so sure. I don't think I want to be that hard. I don't want to fight every step of the way for the rest of my life. But it is a beautiful life. Beautiful like driving through an empty desert. It's solitary and hard, sometimes excpetionally hot and then freezing cold within a matter of hours. Only the toughest learn to survive there, and there is honor in that. You get pride, the kind of pride that those who haven't experienced don't understand and never will.


Now I'm hungry and have tasks to accomplish.


Vote Obama.