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Sunday, November 13th, 2016

(Crazy Ex-Girlfriend season 2 episode 4 spoilers abound.)

Crockett and I were out grabbing dinner earlier, and I remembered something and turned to him and banged on his shoulder.

“Oh oh oh! I forgot to tell you! Paula got an abortion in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend!”

“Oh,” sad face Crockett.

“No, it was good!”

Confused face Crockett.

“See, she’s an adult woman with two teenage kids and she just got into law school, and she thought she couldn’t get an abortion but it also wasn’t a baby she and her (bumbling but cute) husband were trying for, so she did end up doing it! It was the right decision!”

“Ok .. is it a big deal?”

“NO! They made it the B plot even! It was about the same as her law school application process, importance wise!”

I did speak with a lot of exclamation points, I’m not exaggerating. It was a beautiful, realistic, low key representation of a process that millions of families go through.

When Paula was at home in bed afterwards, her husband told her he was going to make her dinner but because he knew his limits he’d order a pizza instead and it was very sweet. See, earlier in the episode he’d tried to feed the family raw chicken. Then when Paula’s best friend (who didn’t know about the pregnancy or it’s end) came over, Paula cried a little and didn’t tell her what had happened, she just said she didn’t feel well. It hurt her, physically and emotionally, there was no doubt about it, so much so that she wasn’t able to talk about it  - it wasn’t brushed off, but it wasn’t a decision that was sanctified either.

It’s not a position I’ve found myself in, but this feels like a home truth real life way this could go down, and it came with literally zero judgement in any way from any character, and it was the B PLOT. I LOVED IT SO MUCH, and I’m sad that I’m so happy it was so meaningful.

Something like 1 in 5 women will have an abortion. That’s virtually half the number of women who will be diagnosed with some form of cancer throughout their lifetime. We talk about cancer ALL THE TIME. Yet the representation of the women who get abortions is almost nil.

Whatever – I loved Crazy Ex-Girlfriend from the first, but it just keeps getting better. Rebecca Bloom FOREVER.

 

mr right

Sunday, November 6th, 2016

This is not a post about how amazing Crockett is.

I mean, it could be, obviously. Today we’ve been married for four weeks and I’m totally getting the hang of it, you guys.

I’m working on our thank you cards and watching romantic comedies, and it’s pretty stellar. (I also ate some leftover lasagne, drank a leftover-from-the-wedding Bud Light (overpurchased those, lemme tell you), and walked the dogs twice so far if you’re looking for a real play by play which, let’s be real, anyone who commits to reading a whole nablopomo effort is really open to minutiae right?)

I started with How To Be Single, which. Eh. Crockett was doing some computer stuff and half watching it with me, and I kept wanting to tell him that it wasn’t a great example of romcom – the thing is, it sort of is. It’s not illustrative of the *best* ones, but it’s actually pretty solid as far as following the rules of the genre.

Then I watched Bride Wars with Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson. About halfway through I realized not only have I SEEN the movie, I’ve blogged about it! More than seven years ago! Time is a flat circle etc.

BUT NOW. I’m watching Mr. Right for the second time in a week. Crockett watched it with me the first time and he was ok with it, but I’m in fucking love. Sam Rockwell and Anna Kendrick throwing knives at each other on their second date (in a sexy way OBVIOUSly) … it’s the falling in love scene I never knew I needed until a hole deep in my heart was filled on first viewing. I’m going to watch it once a week until HBO takes it away from me. WATCH THIS MOVIE. Do it. It’s the best movie in the universe. (Other than some others, but not very many. Fury Road and It Follows, basically. My taste in movies is unimpeachable so don’t even @ me.)

It’s time to stop listing addresses and names and start actually writing the notes, now, and I’m guessing I’ll need at least one more movie. Do you think if I switch over to Insidious 3 halfway through the stack the tone would change? People will just shiver and feel the need to look over their shoulder when they open the envelope? Maybe I should stick with the love theme. 27 Dresses it is. Thanks for the advice.

Happy Sunday! And nablo day 6!

 

just hit publish

Saturday, November 5th, 2016

I’m developing a strange desire to get famous.

Strange?

That’s probably not right. Fame is a not insignificant part of the American Dream right? (What’s the rule about capitalizing the Dream part of that, do we do it or not? Is it a dream with a capital D or just, like, a dream?)

I’m developing a perfectly normal for my era and background desire to get famous.

Since I’m not actually *doing* anything to make that happen, second best is when other people who are super duper get famous instead. (As long as they’re not friends of mine. Everyone one I know needs to stay exactly where they are until we can all go together – that’s reasonable and fair right? Right.)

Cases in point:

- Rachel Bloom. Were you a theater kid? Are you watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend? If yes/no, your inner stage lover is so sad and doesn’t even know it.

- Issa Rae. I’m mad the whole time I’m watching Insecure because it’s so good. (Do I need therapy?)

- Georgia Hardstark. MY FAVORITE MURDER. When someone cofounds a podcast that’s so good you basically make a new best friend based just on talking about it (true story totally happened) … there’s no good end to this sentence. Point made (including the point that my heart is SUPER in this post can you tell?)

Uh… that’s all. Medium famous women who are cool who I want to be like who totally deserve their current fame levels and more!

Good post, Emma. Nablopomo is really bringing out the best in me.