Assholes, movies, and infertility

I do not watch movies all that often. Unlike a lot of my friends, I hate sitting in a theatre, and even when I watch a movie at home, I tend to either cry my eyes out, hide behind a pillow or underneath a blanket (which is why I hate the theatre because I can't do any of those things!). I'm not safe from any movie--

Romantic comedies: I cry because they truly are the most perfect fantasy. And then I cry harder because the possibility of that happening to me is bleak. I'm still waiting. Tap tap tap.

Historical: I hide because I can never handle blood, murder, war. Historical movies always seem to be tragic (I know I'm wrong about this, but I can't think of any happy ones)

Horror: I don't even bother because it'll give me nightmares

Sci Fi/Fantasy: I like. A lot. Often no tears, no nightmares, and depending on the movie, no hiding. Okay maybe a bit of crying.

Today, I watched Children of Men (with the very delicious Clive Owen), and cried quite a bit, hid behind a pillow during all the fighting and fast forwarded when I didn't want to see people getting shot to bits. It takes place in 2027, where women have been infertile for 18 years. The entire world is in chaos, and the sexy Clive is entrusted with the mission of delivering this pregnant girl to the Human Project. It was really good, I promise you. I haven't read the book by PD James, although I will definitely try and find the time, but I found the movie at least to be the sort where you're screaming in the end that everything will work out despite the fact that nearly all of the characters die off [I apologize for spoiling it for you]. Even more traumatic is how I felt I was contributing to the world's infertility. Not that I'm in a rush to bare children, but being surrounded with articles about infertility, the role of the career woman and the low low birth rate as a result of the likes of me waiting longer to have children didn't leave me all warm and fuzzy inside.

There was an article in Maclean's discussing the declining birth rate, the continuing evolution of women in the workplace and our lives defined by career and not by the traditional role as mother and homemaker. And the big question of the whole article was, "What can we do to solve this?" [ie what could the government do to remedy this]. And my immediate response was not about ensuring more family time, or guaranteeing flexible hours. It was, "well maybe if men weren't such assholes, we would have an easier time". And before someone goes, "woah woah woah, hold it right there" I'm not saying all men are assholes and I'm sure even the assholes deep down inside aren't 100% asshole-like. Just like how deep down inside I'm not 100% bitch. I've noticed with my girlfriends that there seems to be a drought of decent and genuine people. I think I've been screwed over more often than number of times I've met someone decent. However, I've moved onto a new mantra that Ter has taught me. For every 100 assholes, there is one good one. So far at the rate of approximately 4 assholes per year, it will be about 25 years before someone good rolls along. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

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Mimi, this entry was for you. Bha ha ha. Happy Birthday! I hope you found it amusing, Lady :P