23 Years in 23 Images.

23 years ago today, my best friend Andy was born.

 Now in a normal best friend relationship, people would buy presents for their best friend for their birthday.

But we don't have a normal best friend relationship.

So instead of presents, you're getting the story of our friendship.

Andy and I met in our first year of Meshuganotes. 

But we really became best friends on our first trip to JCFPA in New York.

Because he almost got himself murdered.

And every year we celebrate with a friendiversary.

Our Sophomore year Andy joined TBDBITL.

But he still had time to hang out with me.

Mostly we hung out in the basement of Fresh Express.

My Senior year we became full fledged roommates. 

And Sammy was there too.

Sometimes Andy would get confused.

And sometimes he would cry for no reason.

Sometimes we fight over Baz Luhrmann.

And he would always be messy.

But most of the time we just "get" each other. 

Now it seems like finally Andy is gonna Graduate. 

Any maybe he will start life as a real adult. 

But for right now, I'm just so proud of him. 

And I know that no matter what, we'll always be best friends. 

Happy Birthday Andy!!!! 

The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business by Charles Duhigg

I have a lot of problems with “self-help” books. Most of them are hocking some ridiculous diet that no one can possibly expect to follow 100% of the time and is bound to actually make you gain weight like eating nothing but paper.

 

But I can eat all of the paper I want

Anytime I see a book for “60 days to 6 pack abs” or “Mastering Mastery” part of me dies a little because literature is dying too.

Disclaimer: This is not a real book, I hope

That's because the purpose of 99% of Self-Help books is to make you believe that all you really need to make your life better is spend 25.95 on Jillian Michael’s new Metabolism friendly cookbook. They want to make you buy into the latest fad diet where they tell you to eat all gluten-free almond paste in January, then tell you in March that you shouldn’t be eating fatty proteins like nuts and instead you should only each spinach and cottage cheese. And don’t worry if the $30 you spent on "The Remake Your Life Training Manuel" didn’t work because there will always be another meditation DVD for you to buy because the mega-million dollar self help business isn't actually built on fixing people; it's built on getting people to pay to "better" themselves while working to keep them essentially the same.

This is in-fact a real book. I am not endorsing it.

What is the most depressing though is how badly I want to read self-help books of actual substance. I love improving myself. Seriously. I am the person who believes if we aren’t actively trying to make ourselves do something better at all times, why are we even breathing? I fashion myself as a less annoying female version of Chris Traeger, although I am sure if you talked to most people that hang out with me, they would say I am, literally, just as annoying as he is.

I am 100 percent sure I am 0 percent sure of what to do.

Goals are the difference between people who work a boring job for a paycheck and those who see the value in all experiences. Trying to better ourselves is the difference between waking up in the morning and thinking about what lies ahead and a stoner who honestly believes that we are human/ape slaves controlled by an omnipotent alien overlord who placed us on earth to mine gold.

But too many self-help books nowadays focus too much on what you’re doing wrong, and not on why you are doing it, and what you can do to be better. Which brings me to The Power of Habit.

The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business by Charles Duhigg

I can't praise this book enough. It's the perfect combination of non-fiction storytelling with self-help guidance and miraculously doesn't make you feel like crap for not being perfect already. Duhigg combines the scientific dissection of success and failure in the same way Malcolm Gladwell did in Outliers with the practical knowledge of how to actually better your life.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved Outliers, but it’s not a self-help book as much as a documentary of success. I remember in one chapter, Gladwell writes of an experiment about how kids who were held back a grade in Kindergarten by their parents were overwhelmingly more successful in life than their counterparts who started Kindergarten on time, because they were older, more mature and developed faster than their contemporaries. It was fascinating information, but it did absolutely nothing to help me in my present situation, especially since I started Kindergarten at age 4 and was apparently supposed to be a failure.

The brilliance of Duhigg is the same scientific information set to practical application. Did you know that habits occur on a physiological loop, based on Cue, Routine and Reward? Neither did I. Or that cravings are practically impossible to overcome once they have been “cued,” so instead of just making yourself miserable not eating a brownie, try instituting a new routine that makes you crave exercise instead?

What I learned from Duhigg was how I could use the existing science of habits to deal with my own problems. Charles Duhigg doesn’t know that practically every morning since I was 12 I’ve hit the snooze button on my alarm clock multiple times, and that on mornings I sleep in extra late I tend to eat a breakfast of Toaster Strudels as opposed to mornings when I wake up on time and I eat grapefruit and eggs. But that didn’t matter, because he knew that if I changed the “cue” of hitting the snooze button, I would invariably eat a healthier breakfast in the morning. And so far he is correct.

I seriously cannot recommend this book enough. It’s an extremely helpful and entertaining read. You’ll see the routines in your life in an entirely new light through Duhigg’s writing, and you’ll find it’s not so difficult to change it for the better. 

One

I should begin this review by saying that I don’t usually read Young Adult fiction. And I don’t really care too much for Superhero movies. And I’ve never seen X-Men. So there are no preexisting conditions for me to like One by Leigh Ann Kopans.

One is the story of Merrin Grey, your typical High School girl who lives in a futuristic version of the United States where people have super powers. In this world, you need two abilities to be a Super, like being combustible and being indestructible. But Merrin is a One. Merrin can float, but she can’t create a vacuum to push air away from her so she can fly. And that means she doesn’t really fit in anywhere.

You think you know where this is going don’t you? You think this is the story of a girl who doesn’t fit in anywhere, but she finds a boy who likes her and gives her some self worth and she fits in better.

But you’re wrong.

This isn’t a story about how boys validate girls by being in a relationship and then they learn to rely on that feeling to feel good about themselves. This isn’t a story about a girl who gets saved from her own poor choices by a boy. This is a story about a girl who knows her own self worth and knows she can achieve them on her own.

Merrin is going to fly. I could tell within the first three pages she would fly, because anyone with the sheer amount of determination Merrin has would ever let something so trivial as biology hold her back from her dreams. She’s the strong-willed, in-control, and totally amazing teen heroine we’ve all been waiting for.

In the midst of Bella’s and Ana’s, Merrin has the brains of Hermione Granger, the conviction of Eowyn, and the scrappiness of Katniss Everdeen. I love her. She’s not infallible, but I love her. And I’m so glad that there are people writing about strong female characters that kiss boys and kick ass.

People should be recommending this book to everyone they know but especially to young people. Young girls should be learning how to act like Merrin and young boys should be learning how to treat women like Elias does. It was a surprising and suspenseful read with backbone. A great read!!!

So Many Epics of American Slavery, So Little Time: Part 2

This post is a continuation of my review of Lincoln and Django Unchained, which you can read by scrolling down. This review may make more sense if you read Part 1 first. Then again it may not, since as I am constantly reminded, I have very little control over the human brain’s ability to reason. 

Anyway, where was I?

If Lincoln is the story of the white man who was finally able to pull the trigger on outlawing slavery, Django Unchained is the story of the white man who taught a really angry black slave how to pull the trigger well enough to murder everyone in sight.

Side Note Did you hear that Slavery was actually only officially outlawed in all 50 states a few days ago?

http://www.clarionledger.com/article/20130217/NEWS01/302170050/Historic-oversight-corrected-Film-Lincoln-inspires-look-into-slavery-vote?gcheck=1

Way to go Mississippi. Breaking the World Record for Longest Time Spent in Bureaucratic Tape Hell.

Django is the story of a pair of bounty hunters, which apparently can exist outside the world of Boba Fett. Granted this is a Tarantino Film, so nothing in it is real at all, so maybe not. The snowman shooting team of “good guys” who brutally kill almost everyone in the film are: a freed slave named Django (the D is silent) and Christoph Waltz, a faux dentist/German who isn’t evil (huge twist). 

This movie also stars Leonardo DiCaprio as gross teeth dude, Kerry Washington as the most beautiful woman alive, and Samuel L. Jackson as the guy from Snakes on a Plane who has time-travelled to antebellum Mississippi by using his Jedi mind powers.

I have had it with these Mother F***ing N*****s on this Mother F***ing Plantation!

Disclaimer about my review of this film: I don’t generally love Quentin Tarantino. I liked Pulp Fiction, and I appreciate it as a film, but I’d still rather watch this:

Than this:

With that being said, I really didn’t like or “get” Django. It’s easier to start with what I didn’t like, since that is subjective, so we will go there first.

1.     I didn’t like that it was 3 bazillion hours long. It could have seriously ended after the first massive shootout at Candyland, but no, they had to keep Django alive so they could kill him. But then they could have killed him, but they had to keep him alive so they could sell him to mine workers. But then Django has to kill them so he can go back to the plantation and kill everyone else, for another 45 minutes.

2.     I didn’t like that it was contrived, and really skim on plot. For example: why didn’t they just buy Broomhilda and go? I understand that Schultz had a point of honor about shaking hands with Leo (again, I don’t get this), but they could have just bought her from the beginning and left! Their entire hair-brained idea hinges on the fact that Django has to pretend like he doesn’t care about slaves being brutally victimized, and Broomhilda pretending like she doesn’t know Django. Both of which, are clearly impossible for the love-birds to pull off, and unfortunately, it’s idiotic of them to assume they could do that.

Besides this major plot hole, the rest of the film is a plot-less, revenge driven schlock fest that is only propelled by a mix of Tarantino’s White Guilt and penchant thirst to cover everything possible in red paint and corn syrup. It’s not that I don’t want to see Jamie Foxx enact revenge on bad people for slavery, I just only need to see it for maybe an hour. The remaining time could and should have been better spent on some of the witty dialogue Waltz uses on the people who are the victims of his bounties. Now that’s entertainment. 

3.     I didn’t like that it was excessively violent. Yes, I understand that this is a Tarantino movie, so if there wasn’t violence we would just be watching a 25 minutes G-rated comic book about a dentist who teaches rich Plantation owner’s about the importance of brushing and helps a young couple get back together. But the gratuitous violence that is Tarantino is at even a new level for him in this film. In the first final shoot-out, blood covers the white walls of Candyland as if it were wallpaper. It’s gross.

Clearly Quentin Tarantino has lost touch with what is good filmmaking and what is just his own wet dream.

However, there were a few things that I did enjoy about the film.

For one: Christoph Waltz is really great in this. His performance is the reason that the Best Supporting Actor race is in such a dead heat right now. And he really does a great job portraying someone who detests slavery as an institution and feels for slaves in a time when no one else did.  Given that this is only the second movie I have seen him in, that I actually like him in the film, and that the first movie was Inglourious Basterds, I’d say he did a pretty solid job.

And that is coming from someone who is convinced that Ralph Fiennes is evil after having seen him in Schindler’s List. I screamed for Jennifer Lopez’s safety throughout the entirety of Maid in Manhattan.

Run J. Lo Run!

And I also really enjoyed the scene where Jamie Foxx wore blue velvet.

Imma Take Yo Grandpa’s Style!

But really, the problem with this film, is that it’s just totally driven by revenge and white guilt. And it’s the same problem with Lincoln. Both of these films are thriving on the fact that white people feel bad about slavery and that any film made about it is automatically “good” and “important.”

I certainly don’t want to argue that slavery isn’t important, or that white people shouldn’t feel bad about it. It was important, and white people should feel bad about it. But Django and Lincoln really only fly with audiences because of this fact, and they don’t stand up as films in their own right, at least they didn’t with me. I can’t just accept that both of them are  “important” and thusly must be good. Lincoln is wicked boring, and Django Unchained is very poorly plotted out, and doesn’t really make that much sense. I can’t just give them a pass for being important.

Really, we should feel bad that racism is still alive in America and that we don’t do enough to combat it. THAT is a movie that would be important. 

So Many Epics of American Slavery, So Little Time: Part 1

It turns out that this is the year of Best Picture pairs. A few weeks ago Mind The Gap reviewed “Battle: Arab’s Hate America” and today’s installment is “Battle: White Man’s Guilt” starring Lincoln and Django Unchained.

This could alternatively be titled “Battle: What You See in the Trailer is What You Get for Three Hours.” These films have essentially two things in common: They are about slavery and they are long. Like an hour too long each. Like longer than it took to end slavery (just kidding, nothing is that long).

I may be the only one thinking this, but neither film was particularly complex, and I felt like in both cases I could have watched the trailer and basically gotten the gist of the film (but more on that later). 

Lincoln is by all accounts the front-runner at the Academy Awards. It has everything you expect the “best” picture of the year to have:

A-List “Serious” Actors: If there is one thing that is great about Lincoln, it’s Daniel Day-Lewis. He breathes so much life into a President that many Americans don’t know more than that he was tall and “freed the slaves” (which is a debatable factoid as is). He’s compelling and charming as Honest Abe, but not in any way that could be deemed a caricature. DDL makes it believable that the same man could command the White House with his mere presence and still manage to tell a joke that centers on how the English shit. I’d like to see Obama try and tell a joke that revolves around pants-crapping. No subtext. 

Also: They look A LOT alike.

It's like Goofus and Gallant

Sally Field is great as Mary Todd, who walks the line between a grieving mother and the mentally ill, and still manages to make herself someone I feel sorry for. She’s really in a hard place because it can’t be easy to be married to the most dynamic man alive, and have him ignore you unless you are saying something nice to him.

Maybe this is just my outer feminist talking, but in one scene of the film, Mary is in a fit of sadness/rage/psychosis and is yelling about her dead son William, and she criticizes Abe for not caring about William, and only caring about the youngest son and ignoring the oldest son, and Abe’s response is:

“Really Mary, I’ve got things to do and I don’t have time to deal with you being hysterical right now. My emotions are really complex and you wouldn’t understand, so I won’t even try to explain it because your feeble woman-mind probably would just get confused. Also, I was sad in my own way, you just didn’t ‘get it’ because I didn’t say anything about it, or cry, or try to comfort you or be supportive, which is your fault.” 

Just so we are clear: This is what Lincoln looks like on the outside:

But this is what he feels like on the inside: 

Poor Mary Todd. She really can’t catch a break. But let’s all hope Sally Field can catch herself an Oscar. Because Anne Hathaway will totally have more chances to win them, and Les Mis really wasn’t that great. 

Maybe I wouldn't be so grumpy if I was going to win the Oscar...

I'm sorry that people are so jealous of me, But I can't help it that I'm popular. 

For me though, the best performance in Lincoln is Tommy Lee-Jones as Thaddeus Stevens. Maybe I just like him because everyone likes Lincoln and Thaddeus is one of America’s greatest bad-asses, and never gets the recognition he deserves. Or maybe it’s because he is the only character with an actual struggle of character to face. Lincoln’s struggle is political, but it’s not like it falls on his morality. 

You Can't Caucus With Us!

Thaddeus is faced with a choice of disavowing his personal beliefs for a political cause he isn’t sure is the right course, or being made to suffer the consequences of saving his reputation and possibly destroying African American suffrage. And when his sacrifice turns into political victory, my heart soared. Not like it soared at the end of Argo, but like close-ish. 

That is so not right.

“Important” Historical Subject Matter: People on both sides of the aisle love to wax poetic about America’s 16^th Commander in Chief. Not that I have a beef with Lincoln as a President or Person; I just have a beef with waxing poetic about anything. Spielberg might as well be Mr. Miyagi.

Like, Oh My God! Lincoln was all like 'Four Score and something whatever' and I was like, That is So Fetch!

If there is one thing American’s love, it is their own Americana. And Lincoln is more American than Apple Pie, Hot Dogs and pretending like we know how to use the fireworks we bought in Indiana all put together.

Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to say that Lincoln was a bad President. All I am trying to say is that I doubt his years in office were as hunky-dory and black and white as the film makes us believe. The film does a decent job of portraying Lincoln’s inner conflict between ending the war and freeing the slaves as a dichotomy, but watching the film in the 21^st century grants us the hindsight he didn’t have. We already know he makes the “right” choice to worry about slaves before worrying about a peace treaty because we know he will get both. He didn’t know that, and it would be interesting to see a film where maybe Lincoln had some more push-back. Most of the senators in this film think he’s overly ambitious, but that he is ultimately doing the right thing. Even those who oppose the choice to focus on Emancipation over Peace felt he had the “right” idea in terms of morality. I doubt this was the case at the time. I would have liked to have seen more people really challenging him. 

We do get one very interesting scene in Lincoln, where Abe rides through the battlefield/graveyard following his decision to stall the Confederate delegation, postponing peace in favor of policy. The sadness and horror registers on his face; that all of the dead bodies that day should fall on his conscience. Spielberg tries to remedy this in our conscience with a victory of ending slavery, but it seems a strange ending for a film that started off with shots of men strangling each other in the mud and stomping on their opponents faces. 

I hate to burst everyone’s bubble, but anyone who took US History in High School should know that the Civil War wasn’t really fought about slavery. It was fought over the legitimacy of State’s Rights versus the power of the Federal Government, and the South’s “Right” to continue their economy, which was built on the trading of people, AKA slaves. Not that it wasn’t important to free the slaves, because I totally agree, slavery is wrong. But the main reason people in the South wanted to keep slavery was more because they didn’t want to pay workers, not because they thought black people were inferior beings. They just incidentally thought that they were.

Which leads me to my next point…

Relevant Present-Day Parallels: It is absolutely impossible to watch Lincoln without seeing our current society in every scene. In the opener, Lincoln talks to a young African American who is calm and civilized, and clearly honored to be conversing with the President. Then two white boys run up and blabber about seeing Abe at Gettysburg and try to recite his speech like buffoons. Naturally Lincoln is polite as can be, but when he leaves, the young African American recites the speech perfectly. It sort of screams, America Will Have a Black President Someday!  

For Real?

But to me what was an even more interesting parallel was the struggle Lincoln faced with a divided Congress that was unwilling to work with him, who were also essentially fighting about an economic issue. And how did they get their Amendment passed? Through bribery, manipulation, and dirty politicking. Thank Goodness America hasn’t changed that much since 1865.

Despite all of these things, the film just isn’t very interesting. And it is really long! I was never surprised, or intrigued while watching it. I mean it’s not like I’m expecting to see anything new, it’s a Spielberg film and it looks like Spielberg films. It’s the same plot I remember from US History class, and the ending isn’t really a shocker.

I love Steven Spielberg, but he may have passed his prime a little bit. Everything he seems to be making now is just a competent, vanilla version of the same thematics he’s been doing for years. War is still bad. Lincoln was a good guy. But I probably could have grasped that in about an hour and a half.

Part 2, AKA My Review of Django Unchained is coming soon!