Thursday, June 08, 2006
Mrs. World 2006...Take 2
I don't know what is the funniest part of this video. Could it be:
a. When they crowned the wrong person.
b. When the stage manager yells at the idiot who crowned the wrong person.
c. The outraged reactions of the other contestants. "This is not a reality show!"
d. The poor kid that they dangle from the ceiling to deliver the crown.
e. Mrs. Russia pretending to be surprised when they announce her as the winner during the 2nd take.
f. Mrs. Russia dancing around the stage after she gets the crown.
g. That the credits list the choreographers as Frit and Frat Fuller...I'm serious watch the whole clip.
I wish I had watched this thing when it aired.
Monday, May 22, 2006
I don't want to be a grown up...
When exactly did it happen? When did I stop being my parent's kid and become my parent's caretaker.
I wish I could remember the one clear defining moment, it would be easier. The difficult truth is there isn't one exact moment when the role shifted. If there was, the decisions would be much simpler. The reality is that the role shifts in different ways on a daily basis.
I look at them and in an amazing barrage of feeling and emotion I see both my childhood and my future in their eyes. With one glance I can feel like a 5 year old being reprimanded and in the next I worry what will happen if they find where I hid the car keys.
Do I try to find ways to let them think they are still in control or do I just tell them that I am actually making most of their decisions? Which actually shows them more respect for their dignity? What would I want in their position? It is one of the few questions about myself that I honestly don't know the answer to.
I wonder how aware they are of this dance to which we are trying to figure out the steps. How much of their feelings about all of this do they shield me from? I suspect it is more than I will ever want to know. Deep down, we all hate the dance but we know it is the way it must be. We play our parts because we love each other and there isn't a choice...and once in blue moon life rewards us with one of those ever rarer moments where we forget that the roles have shifted.
I wish I could remember the one clear defining moment, it would be easier. The difficult truth is there isn't one exact moment when the role shifted. If there was, the decisions would be much simpler. The reality is that the role shifts in different ways on a daily basis.
I look at them and in an amazing barrage of feeling and emotion I see both my childhood and my future in their eyes. With one glance I can feel like a 5 year old being reprimanded and in the next I worry what will happen if they find where I hid the car keys.
Do I try to find ways to let them think they are still in control or do I just tell them that I am actually making most of their decisions? Which actually shows them more respect for their dignity? What would I want in their position? It is one of the few questions about myself that I honestly don't know the answer to.
I wonder how aware they are of this dance to which we are trying to figure out the steps. How much of their feelings about all of this do they shield me from? I suspect it is more than I will ever want to know. Deep down, we all hate the dance but we know it is the way it must be. We play our parts because we love each other and there isn't a choice...and once in blue moon life rewards us with one of those ever rarer moments where we forget that the roles have shifted.
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