Last Updated On July 22, 2019

 

"You only like me when I do my tricks for you You wear me out like you wear that southern cross tattoo You said I'd look much better if I dropped the attitude Leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone" -Stella Donnelly

 

 

“Are there any movies coming out soon that you are excited about?”

This is our starter conversation, between my son and I. Given his youth and general easy going nature, he is surprisingly opinionated about movies and will never venture to answer the question first. Now that I think about it, I was very opinionated about a lot of things as a teen. It probably had to do with posturing and hormones and lack of life experience- but it was also pretty awesome to have that energy, clarity, and fire in my belly- goodness knows it doesn’t last forever.

I realize, “oh yes! The new Terminator movie!”

I continue about my plans to see it at the movie tavern because recliners and wine and mozzarella sticks…

He makes a noise.

And I’m like, “What? How can you say that movie doesn’t seem awesome?”

He’s like, “I don’t know…”

“Lets have a movie night, you need to get caught up and see the previous films, just the good James Cameron ones.”

He says, “Nah, thats not it.”

“I mean the preview looked pretty silly, especially when that grandma character jumps out of the truck with that big gun- its ridiculous!”

I see colors behind my eye balls. “Did you just call Linda Hamilton a grandma?! Go to your room.”

I recall another conversation with my son where he announced that he doesn’t like science. I’m like, “Oh I get it, you don’t like science CLASS.”

He’s like “No. Science in general. I’m just not that into it.”

“Not that into….WHAT? Science is literally all around you, you are not making sense.”

He tries to respond but I don’t let him because no one has prepared me for this and I’m trying to save science.

“FOSSILS! Fossils are cool, right?”

He’s laughing now, “Like old rocks? Not really..”

I’m reeling. Where did I go wrong with this kid? Clutching my chest I say, “I love you. Unconditionally. But I can’t believe you are choosing this non-science lifestyle. I can only hope you’ll out grow it.”

Back to Sara Connor.

I’ll never forget her fighting and sweating and bleeding onscreen, unapologetically serious, driven, dirty and androgynous. That scene where she is doing pull-ups in her cell- oh my god. I had never seen a plot where a woman was working out for reasons other than catching the guy or wearing the bikini or looking perfect on her wedding day. This was my first exposure to the female warrior class, prepping for survival and confrontation. It was a revelation. And I’m pretty sure she was the first to “take back” the wife beater undershirt.

I understand that these days, thankfully, we are exposed to a greater diversity of archetypes in our media. The warrior woman is not as novel as it was in the 1980’s. But I still see a need for Sara Connor to return today. And not as a young hot rebooted version, but as herself. With many miles on her. Tough and wise and still kicking ass. Still relevant, still action oriented, still passionate, still maintaining agency and still impacting the time line with her bold interventions.

I get so happy when I see women not relegated to Unfuckable Island when they reach a certain age. Although I have to admit, Unfuckable Island kind of sounds like fun. A place where no one is locked up or sent back and we only smile when we feel like it and our sentences are finished (by us!). I picture tiki bars and cute vintage housecoats and free roaming cats….but maybe Unfuckable Island is whatever you imagine it to be.

To my son, “Honey, if being a grandma who guns down evil timetraveling cyborgs to save humanity is wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

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Last Updated On July 22, 2019

 

"You only like me when I do my tricks for you You wear me out like you wear that southern cross tattoo You said I'd look much better if I dropped the attitude Leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone" -Stella Donnelly

 

“Are there any movies coming out soon that you are excited about?”

This is our starter conversation, between my son and I. Given his youth and general easy going nature, he is surprisingly opinionated about movies and will never venture to answer the question first. Now that I think about it, I was very opinionated about a lot of things as a teen. It probably had to do with posturing and hormones and lack of life experience- but it was also pretty awesome to have that energy, clarity, and fire in my belly- goodness knows it doesn’t last forever.

I realize, “oh yes! The new Terminator movie!”

I continue about my plans to see it at the movie tavern because recliners and wine and mozzarella sticks…

He makes a noise.

And I’m like, “What? How can you say that movie doesn’t seem awesome?”

He’s like, “I don’t know…”

“Lets have a movie night, you need to get caught up and see the previous films, just the good James Cameron ones.”

He says, “Nah, thats not it.”

“I mean the preview looked pretty silly, especially when that grandma character jumps out of the truck with that big gun- its ridiculous!”

I see colors behind my eye balls. “Did you just call Linda Hamilton a grandma?! Go to your room.”

I recall another conversation with my son where he announced that he doesn’t like science. I’m like, “Oh I get it, you don’t like science CLASS.”

He’s like “No. Science in general. I’m just not that into it.”

“Not that into….WHAT? Science is literally all around you, you are not making sense.”

He tries to respond but I don’t let him because no one has prepared me for this and I’m trying to save science.

“FOSSILS! Fossils are cool, right?”

He’s laughing now, “Like old rocks? Not really..”

I’m reeling. Where did I go wrong with this kid? Clutching my chest I say, “I love you. Unconditionally. But I can’t believe you are choosing this non-science lifestyle. I can only hope you’ll out grow it.”

Back to Sara Connor.

I’ll never forget her fighting and sweating and bleeding onscreen, unapologetically serious, driven, dirty and androgynous. That scene where she is doing pull-ups in her cell- oh my god. I had never seen a plot where a woman was working out for reasons other than catching the guy or wearing the bikini or looking perfect on her wedding day. This was my first exposure to the female warrior class, prepping for survival and confrontation. It was a revelation. And I’m pretty sure she was the first to “take back” the wife beater undershirt.

I understand that these days, thankfully, we are exposed to a greater diversity of archetypes in our media. The warrior woman is not as novel as it was in the 1980’s. But I still see a need for Sara Connor to return today. And not as a young hot rebooted version, but as herself. With many miles on her. Tough and wise and still kicking ass. Still relevant, still action oriented, still passionate, still maintaining agency and still impacting the time line with her bold interventions.

I get so happy when I see women not relegated to Unfuckable Island when they reach a certain age. Although I have to admit, Unfuckable Island kind of sounds like fun. A place where no one is locked up or sent back and we only smile when we feel like it and our sentences are finished (by us!). I picture tiki bars and cute vintage housecoats and free roaming cats….but maybe Unfuckable Island is whatever you imagine it to be.

To my son, “Honey, if being a grandma who guns down evil timetraveling cyborgs to save humanity is wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

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Last Updated On July 22, 2019

"You only like me when I do my tricks for you You wear me out like you wear that southern cross tattoo You said I'd look much better if I dropped the attitude Leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone" -Stella Donnelly

“Are there any movies coming out soon that you are excited about?”

This is our starter conversation, between my son and I. Given his youth and general easy going nature, he is surprisingly opinionated about movies and will never venture to answer the question first. Now that I think about it, I was very opinionated about a lot of things as a teen. It probably had to do with posturing and hormones and lack of life experience- but it was also pretty awesome to have that energy, clarity, and fire in my belly- goodness knows it doesn’t last forever.

I realize, “oh yes! The new Terminator movie!”

I continue about my plans to see it at the movie tavern because recliners and wine and mozzarella sticks…

He makes a noise.

And I’m like, “What? How can you say that movie doesn’t seem awesome?”

He’s like, “I don’t know…”

“Lets have a movie night, you need to get caught up and see the previous films, just the good James Cameron ones.”

He says, “Nah, thats not it.”

“I mean the preview looked pretty silly, especially when that grandma character jumps out of the truck with that big gun- its ridiculous!”

I see colors behind my eye balls. “Did you just call Linda Hamilton a grandma?! Go to your room.”

I recall another conversation with my son where he announced that he doesn’t like science. I’m like, “Oh I get it, you don’t like science CLASS.”

He’s like “No. Science in general. I’m just not that into it.”

“Not that into….WHAT? Science is literally all around you, you are not making sense.”

He tries to respond but I don’t let him because no one has prepared me for this and I’m trying to save science.

“FOSSILS! Fossils are cool, right?”

He’s laughing now, “Like old rocks? Not really..”

I’m reeling. Where did I go wrong with this kid? Clutching my chest I say, “I love you. Unconditionally. But I can’t believe you are choosing this non-science lifestyle. I can only hope you’ll out grow it.”

Back to Sara Connor.

I’ll never forget her fighting and sweating and bleeding onscreen, unapologetically serious, driven, dirty and androgynous. That scene where she is doing pull-ups in her cell- oh my god. I had never seen a plot where a woman was working out for reasons other than catching the guy or wearing the bikini or looking perfect on her wedding day. This was my first exposure to the female warrior class, prepping for survival and confrontation. It was a revelation. And I’m pretty sure she was the first to “take back” the wife beater undershirt.

I understand that these days, thankfully, we are exposed to a greater diversity of archetypes in our media. The warrior woman is not as novel as it was in the 1980’s. But I still see a need for Sara Connor to return today. And not as a young hot rebooted version, but as herself. With many miles on her. Tough and wise and still kicking ass. Still relevant, still action oriented, still passionate, still maintaining agency and still impacting the time line with her bold interventions.

I get so happy when I see women not relegated to Unfuckable Island when they reach a certain age. Although I have to admit, Unfuckable Island kind of sounds like fun. A place where no one is locked up or sent back and we only smile when we feel like it and our sentences are finished (by us!). I picture tiki bars and cute vintage housecoats and free roaming cats….but maybe Unfuckable Island is whatever you imagine it to be.

To my son, “Honey, if being a grandma who guns down evil timetraveling cyborgs to save humanity is wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

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