I got the film version of Little Children and it's driving me FUCKING insane. Another story about a man letting his masculine pride and entire selfhood get trampled and destroyed by a woman. Look, I'm no feminist, nor am I necessarily a traditionalist - I'm back and forth about gender roles. However, I'm absolutely black and white about personal freedom, and there's no way in anybody's hell I would ever let a man make me ask permission to get involved in some sort of extracurricular activity. Nor would I expect a man to ask me permission like I'm his mother or something. Yes, it's courteous to let each other know what's going on and where we're going and what time we'll be home and can we set this up so the kids are taken care of, but these women in these stories - it's unbelievable:

The Man: "I'm gonna play football on Tuesday nights. (pause due to a raised eyebrow look from the woman) Is it okay?"
The Woman: "I have to think about it."

Fuck off.

The only thing that's keeping me going on this thing is Kate Winslet being fucking amazing as always.

This weekend I bought myself a Belgian wafflemaker because in my dream about Garbo, la femme schnauzer, she ran away from me in the work cafeteria which happened to be serving breakfast which happened to be fresh Belgian waffles, dripping with butter and syrup with bacon on the side...it was better than my sex dreams.

So I get this magic-maker and I epiphanied that I can make each waffle individually however I want it. The little voice in my head and I suffer from a difference of opinion regarding chocolate chip waffles vs. cinnamon pecan waffles. But I can sprinkle each waffle however I want to without making the whole bowl of batter one way or another.

It's a dream come true.