It was a different time

I flipped on the tv this morning, and caught the last half of "Back to the Future" on one of the movie channels. I know, Hurrah! But now that I have a more educated feminist legal perspective, the ending was kind of unsettling to me. You know how Marty gets back home, and it's all different and everyone is all classy and smarter, and George McFly and Biff have sort of switched roles? Well, George has this line, "Oh, Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something." And I was like, "um, he tried to rape your wife in high school." Yeah, what a character. Ha ha ha.
On the plus side, the channel I was watching on lets the characters say "asshole." The copy of the movie I had growing up was taped off a channel that wouldn't allow such filthy language.

Edit: Turns out this is a marathon, and now part two is on. They are in the year 2015, 7 years from now. I must say that, as a society, we have a lot of work to do if want to live up to Robert Zemeckis' vision of the future.

Going Alone

Last week I went to see a play all by myself. I had invited this one friend of mine from school, but she was too busy getting ready for a camping trip (unfortunately she has a day job, and can't do all her running around during the afternoons). Since I was taking advantage of this "Student Rush" discount ticket arrangement, I didn't have a lot of time to find another companion, I thought, what the hell, I can go alone. I really wanted to see the show, and it was closing on Saturday, and really, you don't talk at these things, so it's totally cool to go alone, right?
So I go. And I am so very glad I did, because, without exaggeration, I think it was the best show I have ever seen. I loved it. But it was so well done, and so emotional that it made me cry. Not biggie, right? I mean, it was a sad moment, other people were tearing up too, right? Except I went beyond tearing up and a few sniffles. I was so moved, I started sobbing. Silently, of course. But the people sitting next to me could not have missed the heaving shoulders and muffled gasps as I wept openly.
So to recap: alone at the theatre, bawling. So worth it.