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I’ve come to the (late) conclusion that Jason Statham has been doing the same movie for the past two decades, really. It’s called F**k around and Find Out. Sure it goes my a number of titles, Homefront, The Beekeeper, A Working Man, The Wrath of Man… It is all really the same thing. Statham is chilling, doing his thing, either as a single dad or just a dude laying low and quietly expecting not to be messed with. Then someone does. If not to him then to someone he cares about. Suddenly bro steps up and starts handing out the most epic whippings of the year. Then, after the beatings are done being handed out, he wanders back off into the ether.

I think this should be a genre of film in of itself. It’s already a trope: Don’t mess with the Nice Guy. It’s becoming more and more of a theme in modern films with Statham being the poster boy for such things. It feels like the conversation (or desire) being had and held by a generation of angry mostly American men. It feels like the base of a good deal of political fury, but I don’t want to talk politics. The conversation always starts with the bully. That person says or does something to provoke the nice guy, leading the nice guy to show them how this actually works. What concerns me is that the people who preference this model tend to be the ones who want to be bullies, not the ones who want to be prepared. They are often the same dude who packs heat waiting to use it. They want to be Roadhouse but are on the wrong side of the road. Always.

That’s the thing about fantasy and fantasizing… I’m recognizing a generation of men raised on this sort of fiction and hoping desperately to become what they see. They want to be John Wick. They isn’t going to end well for any of us.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the Day: “Punch the orphan macaque is outgrowing his plushie and making friends” This is one of the most popular stories in the world right now. It’s cute.. and wild.

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I still get baited by these kids sometimes. I think the difference is knowing when it comes from a place of love vs a place of indifference and even contempt. A love nourished bait I can handle, consider, and even accept as a possible personal issue to consider. The other ones feel false and less about me and more about the chance to say something and feel strong or interesting or intelligent or , more likely, more like an insider and me the outsider.

I’m not here for it—not in my own merged family. Being married and beigg bf part of all this means a lot to me and probably more than it does to any of the individual children subject to the merger It can feel like the Middle Ages here sometimes, like I came in and they resent my being here because of what it means to their comfort and progression.

so I can get a little salty depending on where the words come from. I’m adult enough to remove myself from the space before I respond in a way that upsets the delicate balance that is a merged home. Still learning how to do all this and be comfortable on all of this.

doesn’t always go well.

Some Thoughts

  1. Absolutely Bonkers Headline of the day: “‘Christ is king’ becomes a loaded phrase in US political debates, especially on the right” You think??