That's the movie we chose to see last night.  Another one of those Nancy Meyers films about an aging affluent white woman and the affluent white people in her family & life.

If you aren't aging, or affluent, or white, her films might not resonate much with you but actually I enjoy her films a lot. We had a blast watching It's Complicated. We laughed a lot and recognized ourselves all over that freakin' film. It's more upbeat than Something's Gotta Give, although I liked that film an awful lot, too. But when SSG came out, I was right smack dab in the middle of the heady throes of menopause and I found that movie a little alienating and depressing at the time. But only b/c those years in general were alienating and depressing for me. Mostly b/c I was going through it at a relatively young age (my mid-40s) so people just kind of dismissed me and said that I couldn't be serious, that I was too young. It got isolating. And it just makes you feel stupid to be in the position of having to justify or explain all the time why you are indeed going through the whole menopause thing; i.e.," I started my period when I was 10, and I only got my one allotted assortment of eggs, you know, and now they're gone," and then right away everyone's getting way more information than they ever wanted about you but at least they shut up.

I'm just so glad times passes (or in the words of the legendary Bob Wills & his Texas Playboys, "Time changes everything.") Because, as it always is with Jay, it felt so great to laugh so much. And to feel okay about getting older, as we most assuredly are getting. Though, as luck would have it, I'm still not maturing; I'm just a big kid who's getting older. It's weird. I still don't know how to be a grown-up. In fact, last night we picked up a bottle of pinot noir on the way home (I know, I know; but I only had one glass and I didn't have popcorn at the movie and I had a really light dinner.) So we came home from the movie with the bottle of wine and it's late, and I want to have the wine in bed and he says, "okay," and then I say "Let's watch Bugs Bunny cartoons!" and he sort of pauses and doesn't really answer right away. I sense he'd rather watch something that has actual people in it since he watches things like "60 Minutes" and "Fox News" and "The O'Reilly Factor" whereas I run shrieking in the opposite direction whenever I find that kind of stuff on my TV screen...

Anyway. I then said, "I'm sorry. We don't have to watch cartoons." And he said, "No, no, it's okay." And I said, "No, I know you really don't want to." Etc., etc., ad infinitum. But he finally just said, "Marilyn, we can watch Bugs Bunny. I don't want to turn this into a big thing."

So we went to bed with our wine and we started watching the Looney Tunes DVD and I was saying excited things like, "Oh you know what they have on this collection? The Rabbit of Seville! I love that one, don't you?"

"Actually, I haven't seen these since I was a kid. I really don't remember them that well."

And yet I can recite them by heart, right down to the sound effects. I wanted to say, "You know which one is my absolute favorite?" But I figured I should just keep all my immaturity to myself at that point. (Just for the record, though, it's "A Hare Grows in Manhattan". But don't tell anybody! I don't want to seem immature!)

On one last note: Tim Burton is going to be heading the jury at Cannes this year! Isn't that cool? Almost makes me want to go! (Just kidding. I can't imagine ever wanting to go to the Cannes Film Festival. I don't know how anybody deals with those insane crowds. I think I would rather just shoot myself.)

Well then, on that snappy note... see ya, gang. I gotta get crackin' around here. But, as always, thanks for visiting! I appreciate it.