I am now watching a drag queen version of Jersey Shore moron Snooki on the Lindsay Lohan episode of Saturday Night Live.
So, uh, yes it is a Twilight Zone of extremes. And it got me thinking about life, about my life. Clearly Alfie is enthralled as he snores while he sleep-farts beside me. Good thing he's so cute.
Aside from the tragic wars and tornadoes, and the ridiculous hypocrisy of Canadian politics, the media pop culture news this week has been shocking.... popular radio jerk Rush Limbaugh attacking women, washed up actor Kirk Cameron denounced homosexuality as "unnatural" and "destructive", and a teacher in Tennessee telling her gay students they are going to hell... holy fuck, is is 1908?
Although my life like yours can be stressful and weird and exhausting, I know how fortunate I am to have this life, and to have this marriage.
8 is written by Oscar-winning screenwriter Dustin Lance Black and is taken directly from the transcripts of the Proposition 8 trial in California, where the courts ultimately struck down the state's ban on gay marriage. It is fast and smart, and a fascinating element to me was the theme of how once you got past the screaming and the hyperbole of the two sides, once the haters (hey, I'm not objective, people) were going into court and had to be under oath and defend their positions, they couldn't. And most of them didn't even show up.
Anti- Prop 8 lawyer David Boies said it best in his remarks afterward: "We DID put fear and prejudice on trial, and fear and prejudice LOST!"