accidental feminist

keeping up with the steins= ari gold: the movie May 16, 2007

At least they could have changed Jeremy Piven’s character, like, at all; you know, just to show he has some range. I mean, he must; he was trained at that esteemed Chicago landmark that brought us Lily Taylor and John (and, yes, fine, to a lesser extent, Joan) Cusak.

I did enjoy being able to turn to Yosef periodically and say “No, this is not an exaggeration”. I remember one bar mitzvah where they brought in tropical animals (there were definitely large birds in cages; there may have been a drugged tiger or something, too, but don’t quote me on that); I remember ice sculptures, I remember elaborate portable game shows, fire breathers, karaoke stations, and always, always, boys lighting things on fire in the hallways (that’s one detail that would have really lent some credibility to the film).

Anyway, it was a little blast from the past. And Jamie Israel, if you’re reading this, I want to formally forgive you for making me, like, the only person in the whole 7th grade who wasn’t invited to your lavish and decadent Bat Mitzvah just because you resented me for being a little bit shorter than you and therefore being the one to stand in front of you for all of the cheerleading routines, and always making you look bad because I knew them and you didn’t. There, I’ve made my peace. Can you make yours?