Paranorman
My family and I really wanted to see the film Paranorman in theaters together. We’re big stop animation fans and my daughter loves Corpse Bride and The Nightmare Before Christmas. That said, she is only seven, and we haven’t let her watch Coraline yet. In fact, we haven’t let her watch any movies like these unless we’ve already seen them and determined their fear factor, so we decided to wait and see it ourselves on DVD first.
I am so glad we did that. We rented the movie to watch on my husband’s birthday last night and it was pretty scary for kids. It wasn’t really gory or anything, but there were a couple of make-you-jump moments as well as a few that made me think my daughter would be quite scared. She still gets scared watching Scooby Doo, so I usually have a good feeling about what she can tolerate.
The movie is really good. It’s funny, ironic, and has a lovely message about what fear can do to people if they let it change them—a message we’re not often given in movies, children’s or otherwise. I love the animation so much because every character is “abnormal;” you will find every body type from stick-thin figures to wobbly, fat bodies, a refreshing change from the typical animated feature with people of all the same body type. Even the faces are all differently shaped.
The hero of the story is, of course, Norman, but his fat friend Neil cannot be overlooked. Just as Norman stands up to the spirit haunting the town—a completely different spirit from the legend the town believes, by the way—Neil stands up to the bullies who taunt him and Norman, reaches out to Norman as a friend, embraces his fatness and other quirks, and even defends Norman from a man whom he believes to be a threat who is much bigger than him. Once she’s old enough, I will have no problem with my kiddo watching these characters at all.
Something else you’ll find in Paranorman is the first openly gay cartoon character that I can think of. It’s a complete surprise, so I won’t give it away, but all I could do was grin. Even though it was meant to be a funny moment, I still appreciate it in the film. Now if only there were more females and people of color in it…
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Pretending to be gay isn’t learning tolerance.
Have you heard about this Christian guy who spent a whole year of his life pretending to be gay just so he could “understand” gay people better? The guy was raised as a Christian and taught that being gay is a sin or whatever—but not that it’s reprehensible to, say, work on Sundays or touch a pig’s skin, as the Bible clearly states, but you know how some people like to pick and choose—and when his friend came out to him as a lesbian, he wanted to understand her. He wanted to so much that he came out to his family, had a fake boyfriend, and pretended to be gay to the entire world for a year.
You, sir, are despicable. What’s next, getting pregnant and having a baby to “understand” women? You’ll need a period first, bucko; good luck with that one.
I have heard people saying that this was a “brave” thing to do. The hell it is. To me it sounds like a ploy to write a book and sell it and—oh, yeah, he did that! I have also heard that the gay people he bonded with over this time expressed a lot of pain and feelings of betrayal, and boy, I don’t blame them at all. Could you imagine? It’s like Hugh Grant pretending to have a kid so he could meet women in About a Boy, but perhaps worse. I don’t care what the goal was, the end result was deception.
Dude, the fact that you couldn’t offer someone understanding, could not discover some compassion in your heart to give a fellow human being without literally being that person, I don’t think you are what Christ intended his students to be by a long shot. Did Christ, say, pose as a leper for a year? No? You’re kidding! I think you’re in a lot of trouble if that’s where your mind went when you thought of just how to offer some understanding and compassion for your friend.
I’ve never been one to side with many evangelical Christians, but I have been a fan of Jesus most of my life. Nobody’s perfect, but he’s pretty decent hero material—and he taught to accept people and not judge them from what I remember. Why is it that his followers don’t get this, again? I just don’t get it.
I don’t wish more Christians were like this man who deceived his whole community. I wish more Christians were like Christ.
Make a tongue-in-cheek soundtrack
You know how everyone suggests that you write an angry letter to people who hurt you (or even a letter of forgiveness) and never send it to make you feel better? I am totally on board with such an idea. However, this is 2013 and you aren’t limited to letters. While I wouldn’t suggest making an angry text or email draft—you might send it!—I thought of a better idea today: an angry soundtrack.
I have unconsciously been doing this for years, I have realized. I have made angry soundtracks to go with situations where I am in pain and so angry at people my blood is boiling (“Gives You Hell” comes to mind, while “Time to Begin” is often played on repeat when I’m hurt by someone). When I was so angry at some relatives this year—people I’m still not friendly with, even now, months later, after so much pain—I plastered “Don’t Give a Damn Bout My Reputation” on my Facebook wall. Not that they could see it, of course, but it made me feel a little “Stronger,” another good angry playlist song.
I’ve made dozens of playlists over the years for my husband and me—I like to write long, obnoxious notes on the CDs I’ve made for him to play in the car. Funnily enough, the latest to be added to such mixes is “Unchained Melody,” mainly because we like to sing it together on the karaoke microphones lately.
But we were goofing off discussing how we’d like to send certain songs to certain people, and that’s when I thought it would be a wonderful idea to create angry playlists that you’d like to send—and then not send them, of course. For someone who keeps thrusting religion in our faces, for example, we thought about creating a CD with “Losing My Religion” and “Closer to God” on it. Yeah, not very nice, and I don’t mean to attack anyone—just to stop being attacked ourselves. But if I made the list—and especially if I gave it away—I guess I would be attacking someone, too.
So perhaps the list I really should be making is a peaceful list to simply help me deal with people during the holidays (and any other day) when I may be struggling with peace. Lennon’s “The War is Over” is a good one, as is his “Imagine,” right? “Seasons of Love” from Rent usually gets me in a good, loving mood.
What about you? What playlist are you itching to make?
Do you really need to have the last word?
We all know this person. Whether he or she is the relative you dread, the family friend who knows everything, or the mommy at the playground who thinks you’re an idiot and tries to get every other mom on her side, too, it’s the person who just has to have the last word.
It doesn’t matter if you’ve proven yourself to be correct; he or she will just sniff and say, “That’s a questionable source,” or “That’s disputable,” or even, “Well, I guess you know everything!” You take to tiptoeing around this person to avoid trouble, sticking to subjects like the weather—which is even tricky now that we have so many record temperatures—or your clothes or anything else that might not make this person start spewing their righteous blather.
The thing is, you really can’t avoid it because he or she is probably already planning on bringing up some new thing to dumbfound you—and everyone else with—for attention. It will be something they saw Jesse Ventura mention, for example (my uncle loves to talk about “Obama death camps”), or something Fox News had on that they’ve decided is pure gold. And it doesn’t matter what you say; not only will you not change their mind, you will also not satisfy them with your “Let’s agree to disagree” or your rationalized arguments with evidence. They will not be happy until you say these words exactly: “You’re right and I’m wrong.”
This silliness is insanely petty and features a grade-school mentality that a first grader could surpass, but unfortunately there are plenty of people who simply think this way. So what do you do to still enjoy your day (or even your holiday) while not fighting and getting angry over a person who wants to convert you to their religion, politics, or even news station?
Honestly, I don’t have the answer. So far I’ve unfortunately resorted to rudeness, such as dining in another room or making an excuse to have to attend to something or another—another relative to visit, an appointment, whatever—rather than have to stomach such company. I’ve tried discussions and humor before, but those haven’t seemed to work with most people. (With some, it worked after a bit of tension and apprehensive “not my friend anymore!” type feelings) I’d rather not do this, but what alternatives are there to an all-out war with such persons?