Musings on Lesbians
My Thanksgiving trip was perfectly mundane, just like my family. The turkey and trimmings, on the other hand? PHENOMINAL!!!! It is my favoritest of all foods, you must understand. Given an endless supply of roast turkey and giblet gravy I would undoubtedly gorge myself until dead.
*nods*
Remarkably, I seem to have returned from 5 days of turkey carnage at The 'Rents noticeably fatter and yet not even a single pound heavier. As if it had not already been thoroughly established that I am a complete freak of nature.
One moment from my time with the fam that stuck out as something that I could possibly squeeze an Eljay post out of was the night that The Moms, The Pops and yours truly sat around the tele and watched Fried Green Tomatoes. This particular film has been a family favorite from practically the moment it debuted in theaters, 20 years ago. It was, quite possibly, my maternal grandmother's favorite film of all time. In various combinations, I would estimate that I myself have watched that movie surrounded by other members of my family probably something along the lines of 30 times.
It astounds me that anyone at all, let alone every last person on this planet that DNA testing would force me to claim as a relative, could be so far out of touch with reality as to watch that movie and not immediately see that it is quite clearly a lesbian love story!
The beauty of Fried Green Tomatoes is that it elegantly addresses a wide variety of issues (sexism, racism, alcoholism, cannibalism, prohibition, domestic violence, civil rights, religion, poverty, marital fulfillment, mortality, physical disability, the plight of the elderly . . . all tied together with a central thread about female empowerment) with such humor and heart and grace as to deliver a thoroughly enjoyable movie-going experience to even the thickest of the Clampets thick who don't quite catch what was actually going on with the two main characters.
The part of me that takes offense at such daftness had to resist the urge to leap up onto the coffee table and silently, but dramatically, point to the screen and raise a sign high above my head that boldly proclaims, "LESBIANS!!!!!!" But, the realist in me remembers how abruptly Ellen Degeneres' sitcom went from being our household's favorite comedy to being strictly verboten when she came out. I can't think of another film my family holds in such shared fondness that has merited so many repeat viewings and consistently delivered the same level of laughter and entertainment. I just haven't the heart to make Idgie Threadgoode the next sacrificial lamb on my half-assed quest to make my parents into better people.
The Moms just wouldn't be The Moms if she stopped remarking to people that she's older and has more insurance.
*nods*
Remarkably, I seem to have returned from 5 days of turkey carnage at The 'Rents noticeably fatter and yet not even a single pound heavier. As if it had not already been thoroughly established that I am a complete freak of nature.
One moment from my time with the fam that stuck out as something that I could possibly squeeze an Eljay post out of was the night that The Moms, The Pops and yours truly sat around the tele and watched Fried Green Tomatoes. This particular film has been a family favorite from practically the moment it debuted in theaters, 20 years ago. It was, quite possibly, my maternal grandmother's favorite film of all time. In various combinations, I would estimate that I myself have watched that movie surrounded by other members of my family probably something along the lines of 30 times.
It astounds me that anyone at all, let alone every last person on this planet that DNA testing would force me to claim as a relative, could be so far out of touch with reality as to watch that movie and not immediately see that it is quite clearly a lesbian love story!
The beauty of Fried Green Tomatoes is that it elegantly addresses a wide variety of issues (sexism, racism, alcoholism, cannibalism, prohibition, domestic violence, civil rights, religion, poverty, marital fulfillment, mortality, physical disability, the plight of the elderly . . . all tied together with a central thread about female empowerment) with such humor and heart and grace as to deliver a thoroughly enjoyable movie-going experience to even the thickest of the Clampets thick who don't quite catch what was actually going on with the two main characters.
The part of me that takes offense at such daftness had to resist the urge to leap up onto the coffee table and silently, but dramatically, point to the screen and raise a sign high above my head that boldly proclaims, "LESBIANS!!!!!!" But, the realist in me remembers how abruptly Ellen Degeneres' sitcom went from being our household's favorite comedy to being strictly verboten when she came out. I can't think of another film my family holds in such shared fondness that has merited so many repeat viewings and consistently delivered the same level of laughter and entertainment. I just haven't the heart to make Idgie Threadgoode the next sacrificial lamb on my half-assed quest to make my parents into better people.
The Moms just wouldn't be The Moms if she stopped remarking to people that she's older and has more insurance.