2008 Woodie Awards
Blood, Sweat, Tears, Stupidity
Toria Savey
Issue date: 2/5/08 Section: Opinion
Last Saturday, I was pondering what I should do. I'd already taken a nap, gone for a walk, eaten more breadsticks than my body had room for at Pat and Oscar's, and attempted to go to work. WHAT WAS LEFT TO ME, KIDS?!?
I turned to my significant other, and I said words I never thought would come out of my mouth. "I know it's wrong but…can we rent Transformers?"
I wrote a rather scathing review of the movie Transformers last semester. Probably because the acting was, talent wise, on par with a Downy fabric softener commercial. But, sometimes on a Saturday night, you need giant robots. And explosions. And to watch the kid from Even Stevens make out with Megan Fox, who could crack oysters on her stomach like an otter.
Look, there's no shame in these needs, people. Sometimes we all need stupid things.
There's going to be a day when you watch one of those break dancing movies that's a little short on plot, but you still cry when the hero does that move that his brother invented before he got shot by those gang members.
Not that I've ever seen such a movie. Or perhaps you spend the entire day watching a marathon of any show on MTV. Except Pimp My Ride-Pimp My Ride is never stupid.
The point is that you should never be afraid to share the things that bring you comfort. How do you know that the guy sitting next to you in your communications class didn't watch the marathon of The Girls Next Door the other day?
Or perhaps the reason they didn't have the Usher movie at Blockbuster is because the girl next to you in Psych had already rented it.
So the moral is: don't judge. Because everyone has watched at least one movie on either Oxygen, Lifetime, or the Family Channel. Now, I'm going to watch my Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs.
I turned to my significant other, and I said words I never thought would come out of my mouth. "I know it's wrong but…can we rent Transformers?"
I wrote a rather scathing review of the movie Transformers last semester. Probably because the acting was, talent wise, on par with a Downy fabric softener commercial. But, sometimes on a Saturday night, you need giant robots. And explosions. And to watch the kid from Even Stevens make out with Megan Fox, who could crack oysters on her stomach like an otter.
Look, there's no shame in these needs, people. Sometimes we all need stupid things.
There's going to be a day when you watch one of those break dancing movies that's a little short on plot, but you still cry when the hero does that move that his brother invented before he got shot by those gang members.
Not that I've ever seen such a movie. Or perhaps you spend the entire day watching a marathon of any show on MTV. Except Pimp My Ride-Pimp My Ride is never stupid.
The point is that you should never be afraid to share the things that bring you comfort. How do you know that the guy sitting next to you in your communications class didn't watch the marathon of The Girls Next Door the other day?
Or perhaps the reason they didn't have the Usher movie at Blockbuster is because the girl next to you in Psych had already rented it.
So the moral is: don't judge. Because everyone has watched at least one movie on either Oxygen, Lifetime, or the Family Channel. Now, I'm going to watch my Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs.
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JT$
posted 2/05/08 @ 6:56 PM PST
Dude I feel you! I own Stomp the Yard and all of them other dance movies. I freaking was so sad when his bro got capped. Then when he does the special sick move at the end putting on his bro gloves. (Continued…)
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