A spa day for the brain*

by chuckofish

This is one of those weeks where we are in the are we/aren’t we going-to-get-a-snowstorm state of unknowing. This always discombobulates us flyover residents to the point where we are rendered unable to make adult decisions. Good grief.

Luckily I am retired and do not have to worry about this. However, yesterday I did have to make a decision about whether to go to my friend’s Barbie (2023) viewing party at her house. I went, even though I did not have anything pink to wear (!)–I found an old pink Boca Grande t-shirt and some pink Snoopy socks, but this was not quite what everyone else had in mind.

I was never a Barbie person–I’m not sure I even had one growing up. I had the knock-off version by Ideal. We were doll people, but my mother would have thought Barbie was tacky and she was right. So the movie did not really speak to me. And believe me, it had a lot to say. Too much, really for a two hour movie. It was well done and there were clever moments and funny lines. I was not exactly bored, but it would be literal torture to have to sit through it again. Ryan Gosling as Ken was the only saving grace for me.

God did not create men and women to be in competition with each other, but to be complementary. Oddly enough, although they would not articulate it that way, the writers of this movie might agree with that idea.

And on an unrelated topic, this made me smile.

*Barbie