"Maybe I really was crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted." Susanna find herself in a private mental hospital. Susanna is diagnosed with having a Borderline Personality Disorder. The movie explores the choices we make and how we can wrap our minds around those choices. It is funny and dark. I enjoyed the movie and have given it quite a bit of thought since I saw it last week.
Susanna: I'm ambivalent. In fact that's my new favorite word.
Dr. Wick: Do you know what that means, ambivalence?
Susanna: I don't care.
Dr. Wick: If it's your favorite word, I would've thought you would...
Susanna: It *means* I don't care. That's what it means.
Dr. Wick: On the contrary, Susanna. Ambivalence suggests strong feelings... in opposition. The prefix, as in "ambidextrous," means "both." The rest of it, in Latin, means "vigor." The word suggests that you are torn... between two opposing courses of action.
Susanna: Will I stay or will I go?
Dr. Wick: Am I sane... or, am I crazy?
Susanna: Those aren't courses of action.
Dr. Wick: They can be, dear - for some.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Goldie Locks and the Three Bears
Both of my children enjoy being read to and having stories told to them. It bothers me that most of the TV shows and books have lost the morals of the stories. Of course some stories do not have morals really but if they did why not introduce them back into the story. Also, some of the stories that I grew up with, like Goldie Locks and the Three Bears, I did not like the moral that I hear so I have added a little here and there to make a better story. When I was growing up I thought that the moral of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears was that if you are Blond-Haired Blue-Eyed Girl you can break-in, steal, and destroy other peoples property with no consequences. While it may be true to some degree, this is not the kind of ideals I want to repeat, over and over to my children.
Goldie Locks and the Three Bears
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was lost in the woods. She had been walking all night and was scared, lost, tired, hungry and chilled all the way to her bones. As she walked, the sun started to rise and she also started to smell something delicious. She let the smell lead her to a lovely cottage that was adorned just like a doll's house would be. She went to the door and knocked and as she knocked the door opened because it hadn't been shut well. She called, "hello, is anyone home?" but no one answered. She called again and as she leaned in she could see the table with 3 bowls sitting there with the steam rising out of them. She went in inside slowly calling again but when no one answered she sat down at the table in front of the biggest bowl. She stirred the big bowl of oatmeal. As hungry as she was, she knew she could never finish all of that oatmeal so she slid over to the next chair. She stirred the medium sized bowl of oatmeal. Again she looked at the size of the bowl. It was smaller than the first but it was still more than a little girl could eat. The third and last bowl however was the smallest of all and looked just right. She sat down and ate the whole bowl of oatmeal. The oatmeal not only made her feel full it also made her feel warm and the tiredness of all that walking really started to set in. She went into the next room and started to sit down. The first chair was huge and overstuffed. Goldilocks felt like she was swallowed up in it. It was too soft. The second chair was smaller but as she sat down she realized there was no stuffing at all. It was too hard. The third chair was the smallest. It looked like it had been made for a child. As she sat down, she must have sat down too hard because the chair crumbled under her weight. Now she cried because she had broken such a beautiful chair. She was so tired and lost and alone. She noticed a loft and climbed up to find three beds. The first bed was huge. She climbed in and found it was too soft. The second bed was smaller but it was too hard. The third bed was the smallest of all. She laid down and fell right to sleep.
Once upon a time there were three bears: a great big Pappa Bear, a medium sized Mama Bear and a little bitty Baby Bear. Mama Bear got up, as she did every morning, and made them each some oatmeal. As she looked out the window she remembered seeing ripe blackberries nearby and she convinced Papa Bear and Baby Bear to join her for a walk to collect black berries while their oatmeal cooled. They had a great walk and even Baby Bear collected more berries than he ate. Right away as they returned to their storybook home, they knew something was wrong when the door stood wide open. Pappa Bear exclaimed in his loud deep Pappa Bear voice, " someone has been eating my oatmeal." Mamma Bear exclaimed in her medium Mamma Bear voice, "someone has been eating my oatmeal." Then Baby Bear cried in his squeaky Baby Bear voice, "someone has been eating my oatmeal and it's all gone!" They walked into the sitting room where Pappa Bear exclaimed in his loud deep Pappa Bear voice, " someone has been sitting my chair." Mamma Bear exclaimed in her medium Mamma Bear voice, "someone has been sitting my chair." Then Baby Bear cried in his squeaky Baby Bear voice, "someone has been sitting my chair and it's all broken!" After looking around for a minute quietly they decided to look in the loft. Pappa Bear exclaimed in his loud deep Pappa Bear voice, " someone has been sleeping in my bed." Mamma Bear exclaimed in her medium Mamma Bear voice, "someone has been sleeping in my bed." Then Baby Bear cried in his squeaky Baby Bear voice, "someone has been sleeping in my bed and she still is!"
Maybe it was the squeaky sound of Baby Bear's voice but Goldie Locks startled right up. There she was sitting before three wild bears. She was more afraid than ever. She turned and looked out of the open window and she could see part of the forest that she recognized. She leaped from the loft window and ran as fast as she could.
Late that winter as the bears still slumbered in their hibernation, Goldie Locks returned to the little cottage. She planted several cherry trees, and blackberry and blueberry bushes. Then she left a new chair a little bigger than the one she had broken.
She was so sorry for all the damage she had done and she so wanted to thank the bear family. Without them she may have been lost in the woods forever.
The End.
Goldie Locks and the Three Bears
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was lost in the woods. She had been walking all night and was scared, lost, tired, hungry and chilled all the way to her bones. As she walked, the sun started to rise and she also started to smell something delicious. She let the smell lead her to a lovely cottage that was adorned just like a doll's house would be. She went to the door and knocked and as she knocked the door opened because it hadn't been shut well. She called, "hello, is anyone home?" but no one answered. She called again and as she leaned in she could see the table with 3 bowls sitting there with the steam rising out of them. She went in inside slowly calling again but when no one answered she sat down at the table in front of the biggest bowl. She stirred the big bowl of oatmeal. As hungry as she was, she knew she could never finish all of that oatmeal so she slid over to the next chair. She stirred the medium sized bowl of oatmeal. Again she looked at the size of the bowl. It was smaller than the first but it was still more than a little girl could eat. The third and last bowl however was the smallest of all and looked just right. She sat down and ate the whole bowl of oatmeal. The oatmeal not only made her feel full it also made her feel warm and the tiredness of all that walking really started to set in. She went into the next room and started to sit down. The first chair was huge and overstuffed. Goldilocks felt like she was swallowed up in it. It was too soft. The second chair was smaller but as she sat down she realized there was no stuffing at all. It was too hard. The third chair was the smallest. It looked like it had been made for a child. As she sat down, she must have sat down too hard because the chair crumbled under her weight. Now she cried because she had broken such a beautiful chair. She was so tired and lost and alone. She noticed a loft and climbed up to find three beds. The first bed was huge. She climbed in and found it was too soft. The second bed was smaller but it was too hard. The third bed was the smallest of all. She laid down and fell right to sleep.
Once upon a time there were three bears: a great big Pappa Bear, a medium sized Mama Bear and a little bitty Baby Bear. Mama Bear got up, as she did every morning, and made them each some oatmeal. As she looked out the window she remembered seeing ripe blackberries nearby and she convinced Papa Bear and Baby Bear to join her for a walk to collect black berries while their oatmeal cooled. They had a great walk and even Baby Bear collected more berries than he ate. Right away as they returned to their storybook home, they knew something was wrong when the door stood wide open. Pappa Bear exclaimed in his loud deep Pappa Bear voice, " someone has been eating my oatmeal." Mamma Bear exclaimed in her medium Mamma Bear voice, "someone has been eating my oatmeal." Then Baby Bear cried in his squeaky Baby Bear voice, "someone has been eating my oatmeal and it's all gone!" They walked into the sitting room where Pappa Bear exclaimed in his loud deep Pappa Bear voice, " someone has been sitting my chair." Mamma Bear exclaimed in her medium Mamma Bear voice, "someone has been sitting my chair." Then Baby Bear cried in his squeaky Baby Bear voice, "someone has been sitting my chair and it's all broken!" After looking around for a minute quietly they decided to look in the loft. Pappa Bear exclaimed in his loud deep Pappa Bear voice, " someone has been sleeping in my bed." Mamma Bear exclaimed in her medium Mamma Bear voice, "someone has been sleeping in my bed." Then Baby Bear cried in his squeaky Baby Bear voice, "someone has been sleeping in my bed and she still is!"
Maybe it was the squeaky sound of Baby Bear's voice but Goldie Locks startled right up. There she was sitting before three wild bears. She was more afraid than ever. She turned and looked out of the open window and she could see part of the forest that she recognized. She leaped from the loft window and ran as fast as she could.
Late that winter as the bears still slumbered in their hibernation, Goldie Locks returned to the little cottage. She planted several cherry trees, and blackberry and blueberry bushes. Then she left a new chair a little bigger than the one she had broken.
She was so sorry for all the damage she had done and she so wanted to thank the bear family. Without them she may have been lost in the woods forever.
The End.
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