Ever wonder why we stand in front of the fridge? To me it feels like a microcosm of everything going on in the universe of our lives. Beyond that door lies the possibility of pleasure and guilt and every complication in between. Standing there at the door feels like standing at the precipice of something. Do I surrender to pleasure? Do I face the consequences? What should I do?
Then again, it might just be an ordinary stainless steel fridge full of the food I put in there to make the stuff I wanted, or more to the point, to make the stuff the people in my life want. When it is empty again I’ll fill it up with their wants and needs and maybe throw in a few things for myself. Nothing too extravagant, because that isn’t healthy and, again more to the point, it takes away from what I can give to them.
I suppose life is like that some times.
Some Thoughts:
- I don’t buy Mila Kunis as a mom. Not. One. Bit. Her entering the ‘mom’ phase of her career is not a good sign for her or for Hollywood. What are we saying about leading ladies if she is being cast in that role. That isn’t to say that mom’s cannot be young and beautiful, because they can. This is more about typecasting and the historical effect it has had on women in cinema.