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I think that's often true for significant height disparities, but do you think most men and women care about a couple inches difference? To me, that's effectively the same height, and I wouldn't even take notice, let alone care. My dad is two inches taller than my mom, and when my mom showed her aunt her wedding dress and shoes, which were 3-inch heels, her aunt gasped, "You'll be taller than him! You have to wear low-heeled shoes." My mom told her that was ridiculous, and pointed out she'd worn such heels numerous times they'd gone out, and my dad certainly didn't seem to care that they made her a little taller than him, but her aunt insisted it was different for the wedding, and think of the pictures. This percolated in the back of my mom's mind, and she found a pair of 1-1/2 inch heels she liked. But she liked the others better, and had come back around to thinking her aunt was off her rocker, so she asked my dad if it would bother him if she wore the high heels. His response was basically, "Is this some bizarre sort of pre-wedding test? Why would I care?"

Mom, I didn't know you were on this forum.

Yes. And really thick. But the dress is cute.

Yes, that's the one. Almost all the stories were things I already knew, but it was nice to get updated information on some of them. The one that most moved me was learning that when Josephine Harris - the civilian who was rescued, along with the firefighters who'd been helping her, from Stairway B after the North Tower collapsed - died ten years later, those firefighters carried her coffin.

There are a couple of 9/11 documentaries I watch every September (assuming National Geographic airs them as they generally do), and this year there was a new limited series on Nat Geo that was good, and there's one on Netflix that I'm a few episodes into and I'm impressed with it so far. I'm so disgusted by the various atrocities the attacks were used as a justification for committing, and the ongoing repercussions of those, that I like to take some time each year to concentrate just on that day's events.

I watched Poms last night, the ensemble led by Diane Keaton about a group of women living in a retirement community who form a cheerleading club. It was certainly no Oscar contender, but it wasn't trying to be - it's a cute film about women in their '70s and the friendships they form in the midst of this unlikely activity. They're never the butt of the joke, ageism is. I love that their performance at the competition is honest to their ages (no jumps and kicks performed by 18-year-old doubles), and that the audience loves it; they go viral again, and this time the world is dancing along with them, not laughing at the little old ladies. I thought the relationship with the high school cheerleader they recruit to coach them was well done, too.

There's no way I'll ever cheer a successful play by Tom Brady, but I will be rooting fiercely for the Bucs defense tonight, so the NFL season kicks off with a Cowboys loss as nature intended.

I'm somewhere between 5'9 and 5'10 and wear a size 10 or 11 shoe. I like my height, and don't mind the shoe size because it's infinitely easier to find cute shoes in my size than it was 30 years ago.

Yet Black women could have done all those same things and not a single one of them been put on a team, even if one was exponentially better than every one of the white players combined. It was a racially segregated league. In many cities, Black spectators were also relegated to designated, lesser seats, even when the league was struggling to pick up fans. That's white privilege. It's important to acknowledge that the misogyny navigated by the film's white female characters was a degree less horrible than the systemic prejudicial limitations their BIPOC female counterparts were facing at the time, and the scene crafted to recognize that reality was particularly well done in its simplicity.

Despite seeing him in many things, Constantine will forever be George Edward Mulch from three episodes of Remington Steele to me, but I enjoyed him in pretty much every one of his roles I saw. Dying at home at 94 is a great end, but of course his loved ones are still devastated.

It opened when a friend and I were in Vegas for the weekend, and we were so stoked for the film we spent the first part of our first night there in a movie theatre instead of on the Strip (we live in L.A. and going to Vegas was an easy, semi-regular occurrence back then, so we'd already been a few times and would go back several more, but we still got some funny looks when people found out that's how we rolled) and, as always with a horror film, sharing in the audience reaction was part of the thrill. With this one, it was also fun to spend so much time laughing together.

Oh, I believe it, because then they had a paycheck coming in - which you know he took control of - and he could continue "reading the want ads" rather than getting a job. She had him cover his eyes (he peeked), and I don't think he was that old, but I'm terrible with kids' ages. And, realistically, where else could he have been? No one who's met him for 30 seconds is going to agree to babysit while she gets changed. I'm impressed that scene was included, because sadly, a lot of white writers and directors wouldn't even have thought - especially 30 years ago - to acknowledge, and make the audience acknowledge, that this lifeline of a league was only available to white women. I remember Ava DuVernay praising that scene in paying tribute to Penny Marshall upon her death.

Jen shouldn't have cheated instead of ending the marriage first, of course, but otherwise I have always been 100% Team Jen in the dissolution of the Greene relationship. Hers is the story of so many women - her career takes a backseat to his time and again, and then when it's finally going to be her turn because she has the opportunity for a federal clerkship (which is a game changer in a legal career), he gets pissy and doesn't want to compromise. Like she's been doing throughout the marriage. Like both partners must do in a marriage.

- We can add Sara Evans and Depeche Mode to the "Perfect" list. - Lady Gaga, Steppenwolf, and Imagine Dragons to the "Monster" list. - And Genesis, Oingo Boingo, and Laura Branigan to the "Mama" list.

Ever since someone posted the new "Honest Trailer" installment (for Clueless), I've been catching up on what they've done since the last time I looked; they cover so few movies I've seen, I don't watch many of the trailers, but those I do watch I always laugh at, whether I love or hate the film. I was just about to shut the computer down for the night when I thought, "Wait, they have to have done one for Love Actually at some point." Indeed:

I'm not at all surprised she's again devoting herself to helping other survivors. Her victim impact statement in the trial at which Cosby was convicted was quite powerful, including the way she described the obligation she felt to the other survivors of his abuse:

Cheeseburgers, onion rings, and caprese salad last night, and I have just enough inspiration and energy tonight to cook rather than ordering in, but it must be basic, so I have a chicken roasting in the oven (stuffed the cavity with garlic, lemon, and rosemary and seasoned the outside - done). I'll roast some broccoli from a head I'd already cut up to save room in the crisper, and slice up the half of an avocado I have left over from a BLT to add to a bagged spring mix salad and dress it with some ranch I already have made.

Maybe they built it to lower than standard counter height to accommodate Estelle Getty, because standard being too tall for her would have been far more noticeable (and many scenes are staged with her at the island while the others are at the table). Looking up that scene, Bea Arthur - who is my height (or perhaps a bit shorter, since women shrink a couple of inches over the course of their life, so she probably wasn't 5'10" anymore at the time of filming) - indeed has her arms more extended than mine are to work on standard countertops, and Estelle Getty - not even five feet tall - still has to hoist what she's carrying up onto the island.

Thank you; I don't want to listen to a 48-minute podcast about Nathan, but it's good to know it's out there should that mood change.

Like her lawyer said about the filing of this petition, "it appears that Mr. Spears believes he can try to avoid accountability and justice, including sitting for a sworn deposition and answering other discovery under oath," hoping if it ends she'll just be happy she's free and won't pursue any claims she may have against him. I don't think Daddy ought to count on that.

Yep, now having seen most of this list unfold, it makes perfect sense - what other song would the Sirius dudebros have possibly picked? I'm sure number one was accepted as a given, then they discussed where to slot in all their favorite Jason Aldean, Billy Currington, Chris Young, Florida Georgia Line, and Luke Bryan songs, and then Googled "old country songs" and "do chicks sing country music?" to fill in the rest of the list.

Someone posted months ago what number one on the Sirius list is, but I doubt the CU writers are as ticked off by that as I am*, so I'll be curious to see when the top ten are revealed what one of them is referring to when he says (in being about as impressed with the "How Forever Feels" entry as I was): *And even though I do not remotely agree that fucking song is the top country song of all time, given its impact on the genre I do grudgingly think it should be ranked fairly high. But not THAT high.

I've been on an "Honest Trailers" kick today, including the one for Friends. I wouldn't say I hate the show other than the Ross and Rachel relationship, but I never got into it because a lot about it bugged me, pretty much all of which is covered by the Screen Junkies folks:

I have all four of these films on DVD, yet still stop to watch on TV whenever I come across one. I'm impressed every time at how the first film is such a fantastic parody of the genre, while simultaneously being a terrific offering within the genre. "They're all the same - some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. It's insulting." Here's the Honest Trailer:

I think the chemistry between the stand-ins has potential, but their storyline is woefully underdeveloped, and, worse, feels like it's included just for an excuse to show tits.