Lately I've been going to bed early and waking up early. My body has developed an internal clock that wakes me up every morning...even on weekends. What else is there to do at 6am on a Saturday morning but watch a good movie?
"Julia & Julie". It's such a fantastic movie so far! Who knew that I would like that hunch-backed cuisinier so much? She's chic, witty and a bit crude. What a perfect combination, no? The best quote from the movie...Julia Child actually said that the large pasta tubes she grabbed, barehanded from boiling water, were "hotter than a stiff cock"! Can you believe that? Old Julia Child said that! Lmao!!! Anyhow, this post isn't really about how great I've discovered Julia Child to be, it's about a dialogue that took place in the movie.
The setting is a quaint dining room. Seated at the table is a young woman named Julie (see the movie...I can't explain who she is because I'm still watching the movie and it'll require too much of my brain power. I'm not superwoman), her husband and her female friend. The three have just successfully poached an egg for the first time. Over what seems to be the most divine egg ever, the conversation moves to a mutual friend of the two ladies. After the discussion of the displayed sexual antics of their friend, Julie poses the question "Is it bad that I don't like my friends?" To which her friend replies "Oh no. That's perfectly normal." No biggie right? Then the husband says the most profound thing, profound at least to me. He says "Uh...men like their friends."
LIGHTBULB! I don't know how many times I've ranted on and on to my poor sweet hunk of man meat about something that one of my friends did to piss me off. Almost every day at least one of my friends does something to ruin my life, or at least my mood for the moment. I've tried to think back, but have been unsuccessful at coming up with one instance where I have ever heard a man complain about his friends. Jobs, women, money...yes. I've heard complaints from the penised ones about all of the above. However, I can not recall ONE friend complaint. Whats even sadder? I can only think of one friend I have that has never made me mad. ONE friend! How awful.
Is this true? Do men actually like their friends? Can it be that simple? Why do women love our friends so much...but never really like them at all? Should we take a cue from men and get rid of all the "friends" we don't like to replace them with people we actually enjoy being around? I'm so confused. It seems the older I become, the more questions I develop.
Random: I think I'm going to take up cooking & I've confirmed that I'm in love with Meryl Streep. Kind of creepy isn't it?