I will not even go into the bizarre-ness that was the Moo Shu Jew Show, which included an elderly man at my table making reference to “black pipe” (meaning African-American penises), the insistent use of the word “schvartze,” mocking of retarded people and people with Tourette’s, and enough ageism to turn Methusulah into Benjamin Button. I don’t think I’ll be going back.
Additionally, I had the misfortune of seeing Marley & Me, which completely confused me. It would be like if you made a movie of my life. Me talking about my column. Me worrying about my pets. Me fighting with my partner. Me thinking about moving. The most boring-ass life you could imagine. Why do I want to watch that? No drama. No conflict. No suspense. Plus, what up with the saddest ending in the world? The poor kids at Riverview were all Bambi-traumatized.
liz | 11:01 AM | Uncategorized