Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

The Weirdest Quarantine Phase Yet

I have reached the strangest phase yet of quarantine: Watching "The Little Mermaid" On Repeat. 

"The Little Mermaid" was released in 1989, the year I turned six. While on its own it is a great movie, it really spoke to me as a girl with big red hair and a rock collecting hobby. 

The Downard's circa 1992.
I'm pleasantly surprised by how well this movie holds up to my very fond childhood memories of it, but I can also see some of my long running issues might be rooted in the same film. What follows are the best and worst parts of the movie, according to me, a 37-year-old lady and native Utahan. 

The Parts That Hold Up Well 

The Music 

  • Part of the Your World is the best song ever written. It is not up for debate. I couldn't have anticipated that the line, "I want to be where the people are" would become so resonant. But I also really love, "What's a fire? And why does it, what's the word, BURRNNN?" Additionally, I love that Ariel is a collector, especially now that all I do is wander past my rock collection muttering, "Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? [...] But who cares? No big deal. I want more." 

   
    • This might be my dog, Pippa's, least favorite thing. I sing it a lot and singing is not one of my top skills, but I gotta sing this song with all my feelings. 
  • Under the Sea really slaps and it has an excellent message about gratitude, an abundance mindset, and biodiversity (even if they put freshwater species like newts in a saline waterbody). My favorite gratitude line: "Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us, in fricassee." I can add "No one will eat me in fricassee" to my gratitude journal most days.  

  

    • I'm happy to report, now that I've been snorkeling quite a few times, that under the actual ocean appears just as festive as the animation. And being a fan of clams, I do believe that each little clam here knows how to jam here. 

The People and Relationships 

  • Sebastian is a great mentor. He starts out declaring Ariel a headstrong teenager, but then helps her stay safe while she pursues her dreams. He both cares about her singing talents and her well-being. Parents of children named Sebastian, did you all name your Sebastian's after the crab? If so, awesome! 
  • Prince Eric is genuinely attractive, even though he is a 32-year-old animated character. 
  • Grimsby tells Eric, "Far better than any dream girl is one of flesh and blood. One warm and caring and right before your eyes." After reading through too many Hinge profile responses to "I'm looking for..." that specify unrealistic dream girls, I feel this in my bones. 
  • In recent watching I noticed that Ariel is the hero for the first two-thirds of the movie. She saves Eric from drowning, seeks out the help of the Sea Witch without backup, and shows Eric how to drive a carriage. Bad ass and competent. Also, it's pretty damn accurate that a hurricane, which is mostly wind and lightning (my biggest fears), ruins everything for the sailors. 

The Culture 

  • The scene where the chef, Louie, sings about cooking seafood has made me unbearable when I try to speak French. Generally, I found it to be a difficult language, but I was able to confidently order fish (les poissons) in Normandy because I watched this movie closely. However, when ordering les poissons, it is impossible not to follow it up with "Hee hee hee, haw haw haw." It's a nice thing that only I find amusing. 
Le Poissons in France! Hee hee hee, haw haw haw!
  • There's a point in the movie when King Triton says, "Now I consider myself a reasonable merman." And now I finally hear how close Merman and Mormon sound. 

The Problematic Parts 

Bodies and What They Can Do 

  • Okay. We've got to talk about the seashell top and the boobs in it. First of all, if you've got a neck as skinny as Ariel's, you can't grow boobs that big. Would it have really hurt the animators to draw a more reasonable profile? B of all: the strap on that seashell bra is not sufficient to hold up anything, even A-cup seashells. It is too thin and not elastic enough. Finding a supportive bra/swimsuit top has taken up more of my adult life than I expected since I grew up with "The Little Mermaid" setting my expectations.  
  • Hair. Thick hair does not behave this way in the water: 
    •  And hair definitely does not do this when you emerge from the water. 
    • If you don't restrain your hair it will only cover your eyes and/or get in your mouth while you swim. Once out of the water, it will become plastered to your head in whatever configuration it fits. Watching Ariel's beautiful hair move around with a simple toss of her head gave me more unreasonable expectations than the seashell top. I'm still angry about it. 
The prospect of brushing this makes my scalp hurt
  • Ariel's eyes take up approximately one-third of her face. Where are her sinuses? How could she wear corrective lenses? 
  • Posing gracefully on sea rocks (see gif above) is impossible: they are pointy, slippery, and covered in crabs and barnacles. This is especially true if there are waves. 
    • Yet I will try every chance I get. 


Relationships 

  • Love at First Site. It is not real nor worth trading your voice for. You can't trust your impressions of someone if the first time you see them they are on a boat with a dog. Everyone looks good on a boat and dogs are chick magnets. 
  • The One. Romantic notions and dating strategies that revolve around finding The One are just wrong. I'm more incensed, though, about the idea that you'll know you've found The One when you see them (see point above). This toxic ideology is especially problematic when you take into account that Ariel is a teenager. Her brain is still developing and she can't accurately assess the risks and consequences of her romantic choices. Ursula is clearly taking advantage of this. 
  • King Triton destroying his daughter's treasure collection is messed up, especially compared with the loving listening from Sebastian. At least he feels bad for it later in the movie. However, I expect him to have more parenting skills with his youngest child.

There you have it. Now I encourage you to watch "The Little Mermaid" and let me know what stands out to you. I love you. Stay safe!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Nostalgia - Friends

Prepare for a series of very nostalgic posts.  I un-earthed my scrapbooks and found lots of pictures...

A few weeks ago I got to have a Girl's Night with my oldest friends.  While our reason for assembling was not quite happy, it was a great opportunity to reminisce about all the adventures we've had.  These girls have been my friends for more than a decade.  Since we graduated high school they've all gotten married and had children (I think there's 9 kids in this group altogether), but we still maintain some contact, and that's been great.  I'm not really sure how to remember 15 years of friendship in one blog post, but here's a shot.

I met Vanessa when I was in 2nd grade, but it wasn't until 7th grade, when Candace, Trudy, and Vikki all moved to Clinton, that we all became really great friends.  Oh what a magical time, we spent most afternoons playing basketball, wandering the neighborhood, and watching awesome movies (I know I'll never forget "The Craft" and the impression it made on our group).  Some other wonderful people (including Traci, who's in several of these pictures) came into our group of friends.  I've got a pretty terrible memory, but that does confer at least one advantage: what I remember of the past (which we'll call 1997-2002) is all fun and happiness.  Then I dug out my old pictures and discovered that while we might have been having a lot of fun, we seemed to take inordinate delight in taking bad pictures of one another.  It took a lot of work to find pictures that wouldn't be labelled "embarrassing" (consisting mostly of bad, early morning faces), but here's what I came up with.
Four of us, circa 1997.  Obviously, we've been hard core from the beginning.  
Remember when photo booths were actually booths?  We were quite fond of those in the late 90s, as pictured below.
Notice people magically disappearing from the booth.  Also note our clear love of fun scissors.  

I think this illustrates one of the key parts of our group dynamic: picking on Trudy.  Trudy is one of the most delightful people I know, and one of the shortest.  In the series above you can see four of us, until the last frame when Vanessa decided to be the biggest part of the pictures.  It was hilarious.  I can't say this is the only series of pictures where Trudy disappeared from the shot.  Luckily, she's very photogenic in the pictures I have of her, and managed to be a good sport through all of this.

Dancing was a big part of our activities, and we were awesome at it:

Oh jorts.  I miss you.  

I really started developing my own musical tastes during this period.  Before then I listened to the same radio stations my parents did (and I will always and forever love Billy Joel, Chicago, and Elton John because of that), but around 12 or 13 I started being more influenced by the things my friends listened to.  We sure loved Alanis Morisette and No Doubt, but if pictures are any indication, we were also heavily influenced by the Spice Girls:
According to the caption from the scrapbook we created, this is Posh, Baby, Scary, Ginger, Sporty, and Sexy Spices.  
  Here is what we were going for:


Sleepovers were a big part of things.  Early on, we had a lot of sleepovers at Candace's, mostly because her place was awesome, but also because we might have had less supervision there.  I can now say, we totally should have been supervised more.


There are many, many more pictures from said sleepovers.  But everyone has just woken up in all of them, so I've decided to leave them boxed up.  

Occasionally we tried cooking, which is what is pictured below.  It just kills me how beautiful these girls are.  Cooking was rarely successful in these days, but they've since managed to raise their children past infancy, so I image their skills in the kitchen have improved significantly.




One of my all-time favorite memories is the time Vanessa and I tried making chocolate pudding from scratch (I'd say we were in 9th grade at the time).  It started out very promising, we simply needed to dump all the ingredients into a pot and boil for a few minutes.  However, during this short boiling period, we got distracted trying to light a gerbil cage on fire (there were no gerbils in the cage, we weren't horrible people, after all) and forgot about the pot of boiling cocoa until at least half an hour later (probably more).  By that point it had become a pot of burnt chocolate-ness, a few inches think.  The loss of promising pudding is tragic enough, but it gets worse - my mom cleaned the whole mess up.  I don't know how we got out of that.  

Lagoon was another part of growing up for us.  Whenever I get annoyed at groups of teenagers, I try to remember how obnoxious we must have been, especially at Lagoon.  One of our favorite things to do was ride the Sky Lift (just a shuttle back and forth across the park) and count how many people would say "Hi" to us if we said "hi" to them.  It was silly, and we didn't have a great success rate.  We also used to try riding the White Rollercoaster with our lap bars as loose as possible.  In hindsight  that was silly.  But also awesome.  

In line at Lagoon 
 We all started High School in 1999, and looking back at a lot of my pictures, I can see why I may have chosen to remember so little of that period.  Everyone was dating during this time, and there was so much awkwardness I started blushing just looking at the pictures.   The elaborate ways we had to ask people out, the awkward hand positioning during pictures, spinning around in circles for hours on end...  But we obviously thought these things were worth documenting.  I haven't included many of the pictures here, in part because of the awkwardness, and in part because everyone (but Candace) has married other people and there's no need to dredge up old boyfriends.  The dresses and hair were definitely worth preserving though, because it was awesome to dress up.  Observe:

Prom 2002.  
I just love this picture.  I think Vanessa and I made awesome fairies. 2001-ish 
Obviously, we were hot stuff.  
And remember how I mentioned Candace, just a second ago?  She married to her high school sweetheart Jon, and they're just as adorable together now as they were then:


Sometimes I feel a little left out, when I think of the hairstyles popular during my time in high school, so little we have to regret.  With the exception of butterfly clips, there wasn't really much to cringe about.  Trudy was perhaps our most daring, when it came to hair, as illustrated in the platinum blond below:


For the most part, my friends and I couldn't be considered rebellious.  But Vanessa and I did have a flair for ditching school.  The most awesome time was the when we left school to visit the zoo.  With a camera.


I dare anyone to try looking this cool in an egg.  
Some of us got cars during this time (you'll find a blog about my chariot, Gus, after this one).  It was pretty rad to cruise around the suburbs, but we felt down right cool going to Salt Lake City every once and a while.  However, we were by no means rich, so once we got to the city, we found free things to do, like going to the pioneer museum:  


Remembering what awful drivers we were (yes, all of us were legitimately terrible drivers) is one of the few things that pains me about this time.  I recall rolling my eyes every time a driver's ed teacher would tell us "You think you're invincible, but you're not.  Slow down and wear your seat belt."  Without any irony, I recall thinking "I don't think I'm invincible, but I'm going to drive as fast as I want without my seat belt on.  Nothing bad is going to happen to me."  This feels especially stupid when I recall how many things we all rear-ended and drove head-on into, the number of speeding tickets we received, and the number of cars that were totalled (which is exactly what we did during our last girls night).  But we all lived through it, and for the most part, everyone seems to have slowed down, started checking their blind spots before making lane changes, and stopped backing over stuff.  For the most part.

After high school, we all generally stayed in northern Utah.  Some of us went to college, all but one got married and had children, and the Facebook became a thing.  It's been pretty great to keep track of these lovely ladies as our lives have become more hectic.  But it's even better when we get to catch up in person and reminisce about days gone by and laugh.  Oh so much laughing.  I don't think I'd have grown up to be the same person I am without my awesome friends.  And I look forward to several more decades full of memories and such.  Love you ladies.

My locker partner for many, may years, next to a locker.  

I thought duck face was a relatively new thing.  While I am ashamed of this face, it captures an important part of my adolescence - the movie theater.  

I just love this picture so much.  

Nostalgia - Little Girlies

I'm almost done with the nostalgia, I promise, but I've just got to talk about the Little Girlies.  By luck, or exceptionally wise planning, my parents managed to have their children in pairs, of sorts.  

My family, circa 2006, when they all stopped aging.  

This has given us all an ally (and an antagonist) growing up.  Liz and I had each other, there was Scott and Ryan together against a sea of girls, and Alex and Courtney - the Little Girlies.  Despite the fact that they are both taller than me and approaching adult-hood, they will always be the Little Girlies, it's just the way it has to be.  And here is how they will always look, about 4 and 7 years old.  



Alex is getting ready to graduate high school and start college at USU.  She's wicked smart, a great artist, and just a delight.  But a part of me wishes she was still this young: 




Courtney will start High School next year as a dancer on the drill team.  In addition to dancing, she's very driven with her school work and up for just about anything.  But I will always see her as this little baby here (she has it particularly rough because there's so much documentation of her as a baby):  



Obviously, I had a way with children.  

Alas, they've grown up and started accomplishing some pretty huge things.  I love them so much, and while it's a little frightening to watch them grow up, it's also great fun to have them become my friends and I'm very proud of them.  Love you Little Girlies.

Nostalgia - Gus

I used to have truck, I bought him in October of 2001, and named him Gus.  He was amazing.  I got through the end of high school and all of my Bachelor's and Master's degrees with Gus.  Not only did he get me to school, but I also took Gus on all of my super cool, solitary vacations, where he served as chariot and hotel room.  I drove Gus for 9 years, during which time I replaced almost every component on him.  Tragically, his timing chain broke in 2010, and after having replaced the engine and everything else since paying him off, I couldn't justify paying another $2,000 for the fix.  I cried for a week, at least.  When I talked about getting something new to drive, people kept telling me "I can't imagine you driving anything but that red truck."  I couldn't imagine it either.  Three years later, I've settled in with Phyllis the Forester, who is wonderful, but she's no Gus.  Sometimes I see a Gus look-a-like around town and get a little sad for what I lost.  But he'd lived a good life, and now he lives in my parent's drive way, so I can still visit him occasionally.  I'll wrap up all this sappiness with some photos my mom took of me with Gus the month I bought him.

Play this song while you view:
I'm All Out Of Love by Air Supply on Grooveshark







Off on our first adventure to Southern Utah

We spun off the freeway here, in the Blue Mountains of Oregon

I slept inside the truck here at a rest area somewhere in Washington.  

Another vacation I had to sleep in the truck, because it gets dang cold at Bryce Canyon during the winter.  

Gus at Dinosaur National Monument

Me and Gus on our last adventure - the Henry Mountains, 2010

Gus the Great.  

My mom was good enough to scrap book all of these moments.  I'm so grateful she preserved the memories of Gus, but she also preserved memories of the things I hit with other cars, and I'm still not sure how to feel about that (mostly a little sick about what a terrible driver I was).