With the Sweetest Sixteen now revealed (see the attached updated bracket below) in the world’s best ever candy bracket it’s time for reflection on what we’ve learned from the literally hundreds of candy conversations we’ve had over the past couple of weeks. Turns out candy is a form of therapy and a much-needed diversion for lots and lots of people and even the more subdued among us are still fairly serious on the subject and hold completely biased feelings about what they want most from the candy store.
Apologizing For A Perfectly Wonderful Childhood
I have a friend. She reads some of the stuff I write and I read some of hers. As such, I come to know a little about her. She grew up in a poor Texas border town with a brother, a sister, a Mexican father and a white mother. Her dad was a sonofabitch, a drunk, things were rough, there was abuse and a mighty struggle to make ends meet. My friend has succeeded in spite of this, but she wears those hard times and those hardships like a medal. It colors who she is, how she sees things. She keeps those memories within easy reach, using them some days as motivation, other days as an excuse. One day not too long ago, she said to me in an innocent observation, “You had an idyllic childhood didn’t you?” It caught me by surprise. What I always considered normal the world often views as privileged. Her question had a note of irony as if she felt a little bad for me. The world spins in an odd way in 2018. Growing up on “tough street” comes with some sort of badge of honor, but growing up with successful stability somehow lacks street cred and is unworthy. In the end, her off-the-cuff inquiry made me feel sheepish as if in the process of confirming this fact I should also probably offer an apology … Ya I had a wonderful childhood, idyllic is an appropriate descriptor, and I couldn’t be more sorry about being born into a stable family with a gainfully employed father and for having an easy life. If it’s any consolation, I try pretty consistently to fuck it all up.
Eight Awards More Meaningful Than An “Oscar”
I’m sorry, but I have a problem with any group of people who, in sharing an occupation, feel the need to get in a room with the sole purpose of telling each other how great they are. It happens in almost every industry, but showbiz people seem especially self-absorbed. Self-righteousness is a disease we should all be trying to eradicate and contrary to what some may have you to believe, virtually no one thinks making films is some sort of holy calling and none of us are waiting for some fuckin’ actor or actress to be the catalyst for world peace.