Isn't it weird how things are connected? Reticulated even? This past week I saw several articles about Angelina Jolie's decision to have her ovaries and Fallopian tubes surgically removed, because she carries a gene that would leave her susceptible to ovarian cancer. Her mother died of ovarian cancer when she was ... well, she was my age. In 2013 Jolie underwent a double mastectomy for the same reason: genes. Issues of privilege and fame and should she or shouldn't she clouded what must have been a devastating personal decision. Not my business, I thought, and fuck anybody who judges her. A handsome husband doesn't make up for this kind of shit.
In the meantime, my local library notified me that Maleficent had come in, so Coraline and I stopped by to pick it up Friday. I had no idea Angelina Jolie was in it, but we watched it Saturday night and OMFG was Angelina one magnificent goddess in that movie or what? What a stunning story of deception and revenge and redemption and unconditional love. What would I give for powerful, magical wings like that?
After Coraline went to bed, Netflix suggested I watch Fierce People. I have a big old girl-crush on Diane Lane, so I accepted the invitation. Donald Sutherland was in it too, and I noticed once again he had to get at least a little bit naked and show his skinny butt. It was an OK movie; I didn't regret watching it.
And then tonight, as I was sifting through the movies on my list (and avoiding the blank page that is my blog) looking for something to watch, I decided, based on the description, to watch Taking Lives, which
|Taking Lives premiere|
Do you see the connections? Am I crazy? Do you find these threads running through your life too? I find little meaning in these little connections. I notice them, and then I move on to the next and the next and the next. I rarely point them out to other people, because ... well, why would I? They don't mean anything, do they? They just are ... a movie connected to a book connected to a Facebook conversation connected to a movie ..... It's only crazy if you think they mean something, right? Noticing is just noticing. Nothing crazy about that. Just make note and move on ..... Tell me I'm not alone.