matt and i took the boys to the drive-in the other night. it was exactly as i remembered it and not at all as i remembered it.
there was a big, open space with cars everywhere and a big screen and a concession stand and the voices came out of our car radio. well, the van radio. we borrowed my parent’s minivan and backed it in. we opened the back door and spread out a sleeping bag, blankets, pillows and snacks and cuddled up to watch the transformers movie and shrek the third. not bad. the boys didn’t have to whisper, which they liked. they were visibly excited about this new way to watch first-run movies and the bugs didn’t come in. it got a little chilly as the night wore on, but only if you got too close to the doorway. overall we were pretty comfy and content.
what i didn’t remember were the teenagers with their loud, annoying cars. the screaming bass that shook the ground and my nerves. the punk-ass nogoodniks who threw empty beer bottles in the road to listen to them shatter. humongous trucks with diesel engines idling during key parts of the movie, horns blaring unnecessarily and lights blinking on and off for no apparent reason.
plus, i don’t remember getting home at three in the morning just from a double feature.
was it always this way? was it that way when i was a teenager going to the drive-in myself? really? was it three in the morning? i don’t remember staying out that late. but it must have been. the movie can’t start until dusk and dusk isn’t until after nine in the summer. so. there you go. probably. plus a few other things. the unmistakable smell of pot wafting through the night air. hot and heavy make out sessions. steamy windows. very little movie watching actually going on.
plus, i don’t recall being charged per person. as i remember, we paid 8$ for a carload, no matter how many bodies we crammed in the car. and brother, let me tell you, we crammed some bodies in the car.
so, i guess not all change is good and not all change is bad and not all change is even change. you’re just looking at it through older, more cynical eyes.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
