I realised I was dangerous clucky a few weeks ago when my spring-chicken friend from LA took me to see Easy A at the movies… it’s a great little dark comedy about an 'invisible' high school girl who decides to pretend she’s a raging wh*re in order to get people to notice her. Interesting strategy!
The movie’s filled with gorgeous high school students in the prime of their youth; skinny, free and fresh and discovering who they are. They learn what love is and isn’t, who your friends are and are not, and how to approach life beyond the school yard.
Despite the fact that the girl’s on-screen boyfriend was played by Mr Phwoar-I-know-you’re-a-celebrity-and-I-have-a-boyfriend-anyway-but-just-give-me-a-shot Penn Badgely, there was something unmistakebly more appealing to me than even him in that movie….
As a lovely dramatic contrast to the outlandish behaviour of the high school students, a loveable mom and dad bring some of the film’s best moments as two grounding parents who love their daughter no matter what, give her great advice, maintain a fabulous sense of humor, and keep a cosy house where they nestle in and watch DVDs while she strips off for her latest party.
Of course it’s all a bit “hills are alivish”, but I do accept that this is a Hollywood movie and not real life.
But that’s okay; it’s not the false sense of perfect parenting that appealed to me but the exact opposite… it was the organic simplicity of just... wanting to be part of a family. And to be in charge of it this time.
Somewhere along the way, I’ve stopped wanting to be Penn Badgley’s party-crashing 18-year-old girlfriend (despite the surface gushing) and somebody’s wife. Well, somebody in particular.
And – even more than that – I want to be a mother. One who loves my child no matter what, gives great advice, maintains a fabulous sense of humor, and keeps a cosy house where I nestle in and watch DVDs while the kids do… what kids do.