Monday, November 16, 2009

The Problem with Fantastic Mr. Fox

is that my son barely registers its existence. I'm sure it boils down to money but the world of Thelonious is awash in Planet 51 ads & promos.

I like Wes Anderson but my husband is a much bigger fan. I've already staked out my kids flick for the holidays and its Disney's The Princess and The Frog. Jim thought he had his all figured out as well but our son has other ideas. When I suggested watching Planet 51 on dvd at a later date and going to see Mr. Fox in the theater, he pointed out that he could do that. But that he would do it in the opposite order.

Poor Jim.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Another One Bites the Dust

I've been out of touch with the few NYC natural birthing advocates that I know so this news reached me late. It still makes me incredibly sad. Poor women deserve choices, whether it be to continue with a pregnancy or where and how to give birth.

Given the tough economic times, I know that there are many short term fixes that are being made to save money. Even if in the long term they make no sense.

Many local teens have benefitted from Jane Fonda's foundation dedicated to childbirth education. I hope they continue to spread the good news, now more then ever.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

True Jackson's Face

Since Disney, Nickelodeon and the like aren't paying my kids to advertise their questionable programming, I don't buy them character or franchise laden clothing. I conveniently over look the High School Musical pajamas & the occasional Star Wars t-shirt they've gotten as gifts. Which of course become their all time favorite pieces of clothing.

But our move to Florida will put us in a decidedly different demographic. To battle the overwhelmingly white world we'll soon be inhabiting, I've been searching for clothing adorned with brown people. My daughter looks a lot more like Selena Gomez then KeKe Palmer but that's beside the point. I would be devastated if either of my kids came to embrace their light, bright almost white phenotypes as a superior form of beauty.

So I was thrilled to learn that True Jackson has a line of clothing at WalMart, putting aside all of the inherent issues about WalMart patronage. The thrill was gone when I discovered that none of the merchandise contains the image of brown skinned True. Granted, it's the first Nick live action series to have a clothing launch. It's not as if the channel has Disney dollars but I was still disappointed. So I'll skip putting this gif up and just give the Mouse some more money.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

UnFriending People

I do it all the time on Facebook.

I initiate very few friend requests and accept all that come my way. If elementary school classmates who would like to catch up after 20+ years contact me, I'm all ears. I spent 6 years with the same cast of 24 characters, so it's pretty easy to recall who is who. But I actually would like to have some sort of interaction with you. No matter how brief or fleeting. My family makes the majority of my FB friend list, so what I would like them to know en masse is obviously different then what I would tell people who I haven't seen in decades. I'm sure eventually there will be somesort of tiered system, with friendship catergories.

In the meantime I'm not an investigative reporter, I don't want to piece your life together from wall posts. And if you don't have the time to tell me what's going on with you that's fine too. Contact me when you have a minute. In the meantime, I'm content to cull my list so that I have some idea as to who knows what about me. This blog might be public, but if a tree falls and no one is there to hear it does it make a sound?

In addition to being the private sort, I'm nosey as all hell so I've delighted in the "where are the now" edition of my life via FB. Years have passed but with a few notable exceptions there haven't been many "wtf happened to _____" moments.

Safe in the knowledge that you did in fact end up a Real Housewife of NJ, an investment banker or an attorney, I wish you all the best. And UnFriend you...