Last Saturday night I sat at home
like a kid in a candy store.
I don’t know at what point in my life I got
so excited about staying at home, but I sure am into it. I was happily doing all
kind of home-ish activities; wearing loose pants, eating multiple
ice-creams (I assume that is the reason they sell them in packets on six) and
determinedly not leaving the house even to go to Video Dogs (No I still haven’t
got the hang of downloading things – what of it?), when I decided to take a
closer look at some TV.
Gosh, I love TV. I just love it.
I know it’s not cool to love TV. In my
defense I don’t watch a lot of it. Partially because I am pleasantly busy in my
life, and partially because there is nothing on that’s any good. Mostly it’s
just a choice between boring reality (shows), and different flavours of CSI. And
let’s face it, the only CSI worth watching is Miami. That Heratio does an
outstanding job.
So I was flicking through channels on my
happily lonely Saturday night, when I stumbled upon a film called ‘Some Like It
Hot’ on the ABC.
At the point when I channel-stumbled in, there was slap-tastic
scene going on, which involved multiple women (in their underwear!) having a
party on a train. One of these women was in fact a man, which to me was quite
obvious, but somehow not to any of the underwear clad women.
But maybe CSI has boosted my detective
skills.
Now even though I pretend to have somewhat
of a sense of culture (please disregard CSI Miami comments from earlier), I
must admit that this is my first real experience of Marilyn Monroe. I mean, other than Marilyn played by Michelle Williams (it’s now more official
than ever that Dawson was out of his league with both of his female co-stars).
Culture.
Some quick maths and Googling tells me that
when SLIH first hit the screens in 1959, my academically inclined mother would
have been picking up her first crayon. Which to me is interesting,
because for as long as I can remember, Susan Kelly has been well on top of
drawing with crayons. So this tells me that SLIH came out a while
ago.
And let me tell you. That Marilyn is
amazing. Not ‘amazing for the time’. I mean actually AMAZING. In all senses of
the word. If I hadn’t been
determinedly couch-bound, I myself would have been rioting in the streets.
Those were not dresses. Those were sparkly bits stuck onto rude bits. In an
amazing way.
What I also found interesting, was that her
character (named Sugar!) wasn’t solving crimes with test tubes and an Alabama
accent like women do these days (Wow, I am really digging myself a shallow CSI grave here aren’t I?). No no, she was far too busy playing with beach balls,
wearing kickin’ outfits, and generally trying to catch herself a rich fella.
The dumbest of blonds. (I mean that in ‘Don’t complain if you are blond because
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN’ kind of way).
The cool thing was - she was totally
owning it.
She didn’t change who she was in order to
appear smarter - no way. And you know what? She did get herself that man.
She even sailed off into the sunset. And at the end of the film I felt nothing
respect for the lovely Sugar. She got everything she wanted - and in sparkles to boot.
So I have decided to take a leaf out of her
book and ‘own it’ too.
I have decided to start by bravely
declaring my love for TV. Maybe no sparkles just yet.
What is this????
