Sunday, December 30, 2007
Juno
Yesterday, I went to see Juno, a movie about a 16-year old pregnant girl. I've been looking forward to the movie because the trailers were absolutely hilarious and intelligent and also because the movie stars Jason Bateman and Michael Cera, who used to star in the criminally-cancelled TV show Arrested Development in which, when they had a scene together, they could make reading from the phone book sound funny. It turned out, though, that Michael Cera and Jason Bateman didn't have single scene with each other in Juno. Also, in general, the movie is more quirky funny rather than rib-hurting laugh-out-loud funny. However, the movie is intelligent and engrossing and real... The characters in movies are so often phony and contrived that it's almost shocking to see a movie with people in it who might be real, like people who you might meet in your everyday life. They make mistakes and they don't always know the right things to say and their lives are alternately boring and dramatic and confusing and complex. The characters in Juno make good and bad decisions, are weird and nonsensical and infuriating, but most of the time they try their best, just like real-life people. And the best thing is that the characters you care about manage to make their way out of a pretty shitty situation and find some happiness in their lives. Even the most clichéd characters, the yuppie couple played by Jennifer Garner and Jason Bateman, end up having unexpected depths as the movie progresses. The music in the movie is also wonderful and great. You can listen to some of the songs on the movie's soundtrack at this site. One of the songs, the Moldy Peaches' "Anyone Else But You", I am so in love with that I think I will make it my bride-and-groom dance song at my (hypothetical) wedding when I marry my (hypothetical) girlfriend who will of course also hypothetically love the Moldy Peaches' "Anyone Else But You"... Er, anyway, most of the songs in the movie are sung by Kimya Dawson, whom I hadn't heard of before this movie but whose music in this movie I adore. Below is a YouTube video of her song "Loose Lips", which is on the movie's soundtrack:


Sunday, December 16, 2007
Over at Lawyers, Guns, and Money, there's an interesting discussion about the pathology of the Nice Guy™. The Nice Guy™, to be distinguished from nice guys, is the guy who is convinced that his gal pal(s) only fall for jerks, and if only the gal pals were more intelligent, less superficial, and more perceptive, the scales would fall from their eyes and they would realize that they belong with the Nice Guy™. There are a lot of problems with this kind of thinking, but the biggest problem for me was that I can see myself agreeing with the argument... I mean, really, isn't it true that the jerks get more girls than the good guys? Isn't it true that being a pushy, arrogant, and inappropriate alpha male is a surefire way to get dates? I honestly don't know if that's true, but I could see myself nodding in agreement to those opinions. The problem with the Nice Guy™ way of thinking is that, just under its surface, it's assuming a number of pretty terrible things about women. The most obvious not-very-hidden assumption in Nice Guy™ thinking is that gal pals and women in general are too stupid or foolish to make good decisions in their own love lives. In fact, not only is gal pal not able to make a good, rational decision about whom she should date, but Nice Guy™ is a better judge than the woman herself regarding the man she should date and why she should date him. Another assumption is that Nice Guy™ is entitled to a woman's love simply by virtue of his niceness. In other words, niceness, rather than being an admirable quality in and of itself, is a toll to be paid for love. It's the same line of thinking as religious people who assert that a person can't be moral without the promise of palaces in Heaven awaiting him or her or, conversely, the punshment of fire and brimstone in Hell for breaking the rules. It's a pretty heavy indictment of one's own moral thinking to believe that the reason for morality is the promise of tangible rewards rather than the intangible reward of bringing joy and happiness to those around you. Another problem with Nice Guy™ thinking is that it leaps from the isolated case of the one girl who rejected his clumsy, stumbling advances hidden in the guise of friendship to a sweeping generalization about all women. All women, according to Nice Guy™, want to date jerks, and all women deserve the pain and heartache they get from dating those jerks. The final issue with Nice Guys™ is the hypocrisy inherent in their thinking. The women who Nice Guys™ chase are inevitably not the shy, awkward, not-conventionally-attractive women who probably most closely mirror the personality and physical qualities of Nice Guys™. The women who Nice Guys™ chase and who ultimately reject him are the pretty, popular women. Therefore, at the same time that Nice Guys™ accuse women of shallowness and superficiality in their choice of dating partners, Nice Guys™ do the same exact thing. I'm not saying that only pretty people deserve to date pretty people. But if prettiness is your main standard for whom you choose to date, you shouldn't be surprised when others apply that same standard when deciding whether or not to date you. At the end of the day, I think the most accurate thing that can be said about love and dating is that it's complicated, mysterious, and unpredictable, and that nobody is entitled to or deserving of someone else's love. The sooner men and women learn to accept that, the more likely they will be to have a happy, rewarding dating life.