Last night I was restless. I finished the essay about Sunvalley, then felt absolutely restless. It was a gorgeous night; I had rice for dinner then went back on the computer to read comments about the Dome. Why do I do this to myself, I have no idea. Because trolls are out and they're commenting. These aren't the cute trolls with the crazy hair and have jewels for belly buttons. No siree bob, these are the kind that have no idea what they're saying!
One that has been making the rounds is a gentleman who says he works at Starbuck's and has to resort to name calling. When Martha Ross commented on a Contra Costa Times article, he called her and the other Save the Domers as "misfits." Well sir, let me tell you something: if it wasn't for misfits nothing would get done in this country. Here's a couple of "misfits" for you:
...a young man flunked out of art school. But he kept drawing and drawing, he had no other choice. His comic strip was finally recognized, but he had to change the name from Little Folks. What did he change it to? Peanuts.
...another young man had teachers saying his mind was "addled" and he "couldn't concentrate" He went on to create the phonograph, the moving picture, and oh yeah, the light bulb (thanks wikipedia, again)
...a girl who wanted to be an astronaut but was told "girls couldn't be astronauts" She became a lawyer instead. Married a man who became the president of the United States. Then she became a senator, and a presidential candidate. Oh yeah, secretary of state.
So Mr. Trolly Troll, misfits rule. If you don't believe me, ask Rudolph and Hermey.
Another commenter who didn't leave their name said this: "It might also be good (healthy) for some of the adults to get out of the movie seats and eating candy and get more involved in something active like a sport. Overweight is a major cause of disease and illness which costs us all and takes us away from loved ones." I'm sorry, what a huge assumption. You like going to movies. Therefore, you must be fat and obese. What the hell? This argument wouldn't even fly in a community college critical thinking class. Maybe we should all have treadmills in movie theaters!
Finally I decided to watch some television. Ah Mad Men, what do you have tonight? The gang is going to an awards show, yay! Joan looks pretty! Peggy's dress is, wow, bright. And Paul Newman is giving a speech. Paul Newman! But he is interrupted by the news of Martin Luther King being shot. I just sat there and thought oh no, no, no. I knew it was coming.
All the characters react; Henry Francis who works with Mayor Lindsey has to go to New York City. Peggy's boyfriend Abe goes to Harlem to cover a story. Don Draper does what he always does: keeps calm and carries on. This means forgetting to pick up his children for a weekend visit. Betty gives him hell, insisting he take them even though there's riots in the City and everything is falling apart.
The next day Don wakes up late, finding out that son Bobby can't watch television for a week for tearing off wallpaper from his bedroom wall (Again, Betty is showing her less than average mothering skills) Don Draper is not going to win Father of the Year award anytime soon, so he takes Bobby to the movies. Now this I love. I approve of this fathering style. Everyone knows when I was a kid my mother took me to movies, but my dad did too. He was the one that when a Disney movie was re-released, I went with him to see it. When he lived in Walnut Creek, we went to the Festival that was near his apartment. He liked looking at the posters and actually complained when a movie started late.
Don and Bobby go to see Planet of the Apes. They love the movie so much they decide to see it again. While they're waiting, an usher who happened to be African American stated to clean up. Bobby made conversation with the man, saying how much they loved the movie. Then he uttered the words that broke my heart: "Everyone likes to go to the movies when they're sad."
The usher stopped what he was doing and looked at Bobby. Don looked at him as well. Both are stunned. The audience knew how they felt. Let's face it, while Sally was off rebelling and fighting with her mother, Bobby was the cute cheerful kid whom nobody expected anything from. Yet Bobby showed how utterly wise he was, by saying what he felt in a show where everyone keeps themselves to themselves. He looked at this usher and wanted to make a connection to him, and he did it beautifully. The simple statement makes Don confess to Megan that he never really loved his children, for he didn't know how. Yet by Bobby making that statement, his "heart felt like it was going to explode." Later Don goes out on his balcony, hearing sirens. "Love is Blue" plays during the credits.
I had to watch several scenes again, to truly get it. The episode spoke to me; maybe because of Boston, maybe because of MLK, most likely Bobby's simple line. This is what trolls have to understand: movies are not just a way to sit and eat candy, nor are they for misfits. Movies are for everyone. It's not really about the Dome, it's about the community of watching a film together, sharing something. I couldn't sleep afterwards, so I stepped out in my backyard. No sirens, but the sound of freeway traffic. Yet in my head I kept hearing "Love is Blue" The echoes of "Save the Dome" after Sound of Music ended. Bobby Draper saying: Everybody likes to go to the movies when they're sad.
Causes Jennifer Gibbons Supports
Gilda's Club, Greenpeace, Rosie's Broadway Kids,Westwind Foster Family Agency, Amber Brown Fund, Linda Duncan Fund for Contra Costa Libraries