It was Brendan (my fella) who first suggested I put something like "Turn 36" on the list. Something easily accomplishable (hopefully). The first reason I went with "Start a Blog" is because, instead of just waking up on February 26, 2012, I have to actually engage a little bit - which is the full spectrum of how much I like to engage. But, regardless (or irregardless as my ex-Dorchester neighbors say) - I've finished one.The second reason I chose to start a blog on this endeavor was inspired by Kristin - my other heterosexual life partner, whom you will hear about often, much to her chagrin. Kristin is fiercely private, at least when it comes to her cyber-identity.
A few years back, Kris decided to watch her way through the full AFI's 100 Years...100 Movies list. The thing is, she decided to do it with her super-Catholic, super-sweet, and super-naive (I think this is lessso than her kids do, but still) mother. This is a beautiful, idyllic notion of a mother/daughter bonding project when considering movies like It's A Wonderful Life, Casablanca, and The Wizard of Oz. It gets a little awkward when you sit down on your parents' French Country print couch to watch Raging Bull (128 utterances of "fuck), Taxi Driver (porn houses and child prostitution and killing sprees - oh my), or Annie Hall ("Hey, don't knock masturbation! It's sex with someone I love"). Despite these occasional moments of shared agony, the overall experience of watching these movies together really created a special space for Kristin and her mom, something that was "their thing." This encouraged them to continue with some of the other AFIs lists. The best, of course, being 100 Passions. While the list is mostly populated with vanilla fare such as The Way We Were, The English Patient, and Titanic, it was a different story when they got to number 48 - Last Tango in Paris. Those of you that have seen it know it's more butter flavored than vanilla. I could never do justice to Kristin's telling of sitting through that movie with her mother. I will just say, that was the tipping point where I rebuked, "Why are you not writing a blog about this?!?!"
It was a lost opportunity to capture, in the moment, one of the great ongoing, funny, and oh-so human saga's of my dear friend's life. I didn't want to miss the same boat. While I do hope the majority of you enjoy reading about my silly adventures and subsequent observations, I really want a record of what I hope to be a pretty amazing 4.75 years. That it's public it just an effort to make me accountable. For what kind of woman would I be at 40 if I don't actually ride a mechanical bull? Not the kind of woman I want to know, that's for sure.
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