Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Pop Culture Drive-By

I read Eat, Pray, Love way back when it came out and was surprised by how much I liked it. I rarely read memoirs, for one, and I think that garnering sympathy for having what appears to be a self-indulgent breakdown that results in a sponsored world tour is a tough thing to pull off. Still, Liz Gilbert won me over. I had heard that the movie was crap-ola, but I wanted to see it anyway because of the travel/food porn aspect, and it definitely delivered there. But the screen version of Liz made me punchy. She was such a wang, totally unlikeable. Any charm she displayed was courtesy of being played by Julia Roberts, I mean, I could really only think of her as Julia and not Liz. And the message, to me, was that all you have to do is have a rich white person crisis and whine a lot and then reap the rewards of international travel and a Crudup/Franco/Bardem triumverate. Not that I would want to dally with any of those gentlemen, oh heavens no. But really Hollywood, way to take something pretty cool and make it a dreaded chick flick (nothing against chick flicks, just bad ones). Props to the wardrobe department, though - now that I'm momjeans, I found myself coveting Julia's entire warm weather collection with the big pants and tunics and purty green dress.

By request:

For the record, I do not endorse the glorification of pimp culture, and dang, I didn't realize how much this song is basically Nuthin' But a G Thang redux, but I still like it. Did I rock Da Brat's look from the entirety of 1994 and most of 1995? Yes. Did I wish to put my hair in those twists? Also yes. But I think we're all pretty thankful that it never came to pass. Considering what I said earlier about wanting a closet full of linen and muslin, it's staggering how far I've come in merely a decade and a half. Have a lovely Tuesday.

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