Just Because You've Had Enough Doesn't Mean You Wanted Too Much

I've been sick this week, holed up in bed, and feeling both restless and contemplative. I thought I would share what I've been reading, listening to, thinking about, since I haven't been doing much else! I really love the two songs posted above. They're both melancholy, but also a little bit sweet, and I suppose that is how I have been feeling as well the past few days- reflective and a little emotional, but not actually sad.

Spring is giving way to summer and I am in a soon-to-be transitory and transitional time in my life again, which I have mixed feelings about. This will sound basic and reductive, but I've been thinking a lot about the past and the future, and how the way we choose to describe, and consequently remember, past events can in turn affect our future actions. So, I suppose I've been feverishly reflecting on the role of language in our perception and experience of reality. I've been reading poems with "past and future" in mind, and I found two that I like for the theme. Here's past:

Rainy Day Double Feature

I was home sick on a rainy Tuesday, so I settled in with Netflix for some guilt-free vegging. Up first was Julie and Julia with Amy Adams and Meryl Streep. I love Adams, and I worship Streep, so I was willing to overlook the film's focus on all things buttery and otherwise unvegan. Until the lobster scene.

For those unfamiliar, Julie, played by Adams, is blogging her way through Julia Child's cookbook and arrives at a recipe where she must boil lobsters alive. She agonizes over it, dreads the impending task, loses sleep, and generally worries about becoming a "lobster killer." She finally does plunk the little guys into a boiling pot, after the lid pops off and she screams at a protruding claw, of course. By the time dinner is served and heralded as a success, her moral dilemma seems to have been forgotten.

What bothers me is not that Adams' character boiled lobsters alive. The film is based on a true story- that's what happened. What bothers me is that we are supposed to view her hesitation to boil live animals as cute, silly, and, ultimately, unreasonable. The direction prompts us to laugh at her, but leaves no room for exploring the validity of her misgivings. Her momentary compassion, if you can call it that, for the lobsters is meant to be a joke which simply carries us over to the more legitimate end of the scene- the dinner party with dead lobsters served on a plate.

Don't get me wrong- I am well aware that a bubbly film celebrating French cooking is not going to delve into the deeper ethical issues involved in boiling lobsters and boning chickens, and I did not expect it to. It does, however, point out a deeper issue in our cultural psyche, and one that really bothers me. I feel that our innate ethical qualms about what we do to animals are all too often dismissed or made light of on the altar of culinary tradition. We are taught to worship the rich tastes of butter and beef, and to believe that whatever means taken to procure them are irrelevant. The mature gastronome, in our society, is one who understands where our food comes from and doesn't care. And the animal advocate is squeamish, unreasonable, self-righteous, and a culinary philistine.

The "lobster killer" scene in Julie and Julia reinforces this unfortunate paradigm. Her parting words to her victims "Hello...goodbye...I'm sorry" are meant to be childish. And, like a child is "supposed" to, she toughens up and purportedly learns that it wasn't so bad. Well, Julie, Julia, and lobster killers everywhere, I will have to respectfully disagree.

That said, Amy Adams is still adorable, even when she is killing lobsters or leaving sticks of butter next to pictures of Julia Child. So to conclude, the lobster incident was a disappointing but unsurprising moment in an otherwise sweet little film.

Up next was Iron Man.


Um, can we talk about Iron Man and how no one had quite imparted to me how totally awesome it is, and how I now want to watch it every day and fantasize about being Paltrow's "Pepper" to Downey's dashing "Stark"?

Bad-boy corporate harbinger of doom turned self-made selfless superhero? Hot. Good thing I saw it just in time for the sequel to come out! Until then, I'll be on my couch sipping hot cocoa and waiting for Mr. Downey J to call.