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Little Girl Lost

Little Girl Lost

Apr 29, 2014

In 1973 Linda Blair starred in “The Exorcist” and the horror genre was redefined. In 1974 Linda Blair starred in a television movie aired on NBC. The movie was “Born Innocent”. In the movie Linda is a compulsive runaway that is sent to the state school for girls. Once inside we see a good kid go on a quick downward spiral due to the harsh realities of life there. Linda was going to gain mass attention once again with this movie. In 1974 this movie did something that was unheard of when the censors allowed a brutal rape scene to be shown on network television. An incident in real life involving children would happen later that year and some would try to blame the rape scene in this movie for it. The film and Linda would be shoved into the spotlight in a negative way and would lead to the scene being edited out in many future broadcasts. This movie is dark and incredibly realistic and it is from here that this week’s column comes from. Now sit back and meet Christine Parker. This is Movie Bad Girl of the Week. Christine Parker has been arrested. She spends a full night in prison with prostitutes, alcoholics and worse. The following morning she is taken to a juvenile detention home to await going to court. While there she meets a girl named Josie who is leaving the following day for the state school for girls. Josie we will learn has been forced into a life of prostitution by her mother (this began when Josie was 10 years old). Chris goes to court the following morning only to discover that her parents are tired of trying with her. This has been the 5th time she has run away in a 2 year period. They have signed her over to the state. Her brother who lives in another state was unavailable to see if he would take custody of Chris. The judge informs her that she will be going to the state school as no suitable foster homes are available at the time. On the morning of her departure she is told a suitcase sitting on the floor...

Why Can’t I Stop Yelling?

Why Can’t I Stop Yelling?

Apr 29, 2014

“Get in your room. I said, GET IN YOUR ROOM, NOOOOOW!!!!!! What has happened to me? Just an hour ago I was June Cleaver, and my girls and I were happily making springtime crafts. All of a sudden, I’m a raving lunatic…or worse…my own mother!!! AHHHHHHH!!!! I realize I have put them to bed and it’s only 5:30 p.m. I feel terrible, but at the same time I also say a silent prayer that they will stay in their room, quietly, for the rest of the night. Tell me this happens to you, too… Today, I’m over at the Tampa Bay Mom’s Blog talking about my propensity for yelling while loving my children, and my desire to find a better way.  Read more here.   photo credit: Kat Cole via photopin cc Share this:RedditPinterestFacebookLinkedInTumblrTwitterGoogleEmailLike this:Like...

“I miss going to the movies”

“I miss going to the movies”

Apr 28, 2014

Yesterday my husband and I went to a screening of “The Wizard of Oz” at the beautiful and historic movie palace, Tampa Theatre. It was amazing to see how many people absolutely love this movie which turns 75 this year. There were families, couples and single people, all different ages, all there for the same reason. To get lost in a fantasy that we all grew up with and loved. What caught my attention was how quiet the children were, lost in the images on the screen. There was one child that had a very loud and verbal panic over the Wicked Witch of the West when she throws a fireball at Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Toto and that is fine. There is something so special about this movie and this experience is a far cry from the multiplexes of today. To everyone there seeing this movie on the big screen was a special treat. Now movie theaters are huge monstrosities with 20 screens in them. The prices at the snack bar could buy you food for a family of 5 for a week. Some audiences don’t show the proper respect to the movie or the people trying to watch because they know they can watch the movie on Netflix within the week. Who are some of these annoying people? I’ll share a few. The kids who keep changing seats through the entire movie The person who chooses to receive a phone call or will text during the entire movie. The woman with crying baby who does not leave the theater so everyone can enjoy the movie in silence. The woman with the misbehaved children that keeps reprimanding them loudly for the length of the feature. The people who have conversations at a normal speaking level who end up directly in front of or behind you. Another thing that burns my bottom is that now I have to watch commercials before the movie starts. I am not talking about previews for coming attractions. I am talking about Coke, Sprint and Insurance Companies. Really? I wanted to see a movie, not a huge television set trying to sell me things. Let’s go back in...

Musing #32: Back in the Act[ing] (or, Seven Wasted Years)

Musing #32: Back in the Act[ing] (or, Seven Wasted Years)

Apr 25, 2014

I’m smack in the throes of an existential crisis. And that’s a good thing. Truthfully, it’s a version of the same existential crisis in which I’ve found myself since 2005, when I very nearly sold my soul to the Devil of Forgotten Dreams. (Translation: I very nearly took the LSAT.) Fortunately, my beloved Tinman was there in 2005 to say: “Dude, you don’t want to be a lawyer. You want to play one on TV.” And, fortunately, he’s still in my life, reminding me of that shit every time I talk to him. I frequently mention in this very-21st-century space how much I loathe the 21st century. And no, the irony of that neither escapes nor bothers me in the slightest. Among everything that maddens me about first-world life in the Tech Era, mass self-excusing touchy-feeliness is second only to teenagers (yes, in general) when it comes to relatively harmless things that enrage me to a disproportionate degree. Don’t bitch at me over the teenager comment, Internet. I would prefer not to live in a world wherein I know that a 13-year-old in California sang a song (her mother paid for) about the weekend. I will not apologize for it. (And that shouldn’t surprise anyone who’s ever read this column.) Now, where was I? Oh, right. Smack in the throes of an existential crisis that is good. Why is it good, and how does it pertain to my crotchety third paragraph? I do not believe in going easy on myself; giving myself a proverbial “break.” By that I do not mean downtime. I give myself plenty of downtime, which is precisely the problem. I mean that I don’t believe in not berating myself 24/7 for being a loser. And please don’t tell me that I’m not a loser. That is not helpful. I deplore the chronic encouragement of history’s laziest first-world population to “go easy” on its collective self. Why? Because left to non-self-evisceration, I’m the laziest bitch you could ever hope to find. I know it, and I’ve been at war with it all my life. I’ve got mad work to do. My lot in life at 34 is unacceptable to me. The...

The Road Back to Yourself

The Road Back to Yourself

Apr 24, 2014

By Mo Breden How do you find your way back to your life, as it was before the before the birth, before the marriage, before the divorce, before the illness, before the death? This is a question I have been struggling with. The struggle exists, because I resist change. Finding my way back to myself involves acknowledging that life has changed, that my life has changed. It doesn’t matter if it’s for better or worse, but usually change for the better is easier to adjust to then what we perceive as change for the worse. The calendar in my kitchen still reads, February 2014. The recent changes in my life began in February, and at first I had no time to even notice the calendar, now it’s simply a matter of facing those changes honestly and moving on. I’ll admit I have had difficulty doing this. Even the things I loved to do before have been without the joy I previously knew. I like to think that I learn as I go through life. I’ve faced tough times before, even tougher than the recent tough times, and I know that joy returns. It is in our nature to carry on, until joy returns. So that is what I have been doing. Joy doesn’t return all at once to the degree that you remember it. It comes in as rays of sunshine, gradually, without you even noticing and then all of a sudden you feel it, joy. It’s really just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, and moving through your life one day at a time. You have to have faith that the joy will return. That is where I am. I’ve felt it a few times, it’s tempered with the person I am today, and that is a person who is a little less carefree than I was previously. But today I am also a person who values my life and the people in it, more than I previously did. None of us get through this life unscathed, no matter how it appears at any given time. None of us. If you are hurting for whatever reason, you are not the first...

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