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I saw a movie this weekend at the theatre.
P.S. I Love You
If you need a good cry, then this is the very movie that you need to see.
I was trying to keep myself composed, as I was surrounded by loads of people. Had I been in the privacy of my own home, I would have sobbed myself right into exhausted hiccups; a snivelling, pitiful puddle. I hate cry movies, usually, but I was in the mood for it that night.
The movie is about a woman whose husband dies after an illness. He left a series of letters to get her through the first year without him.
It was really well done, I thought.

There was one thing, though:
Someone needs to explain to me why she needed to roll in the sheets with some stranger to sufficiently process her grief.
I know I live in a little bubble, because I am surrounded by fellow homeschool moms. My life is quite sheltered.
But, am I so odd, to be taken aback at the way sex is handled in movies?
There are people who are not married, but live together. There are people who meet and sleep together immediately. Prostitution is portrayed as a necessary service to humanity. Sex is the office talk, the party talk, and the locker room talk. Who am I kidding? We talk about it, too, but not as an Olympic event or a competitive sport.
Mostly, it seems that sex is the point to life and relationships on film. It's the reason that people go out in public, and the reason that they meet new people, and the reason they do everything they do.
Why do people bother to get married at all? Seriously, I wouldn't if I could just go off and, er...you know..., any old time. (Not that there are any offers, but, you know, theoretically speaking.) I wonder if marriage will become obsolete?
I am struck by the way that Movies, and probably television, define the way that such a crucial element of humanity is handled in our minds and actions. Do you suppose that a large part of the populace believes the message sold on film? Do you suppose they think that sex is so important that it must be had at any cost? That's a lie. It will fragment your souls, to pursue it as recreation. It leaves destruction and brokenness in it's wake.
Let's make a movie about a gal whose husband abandons her, and she determines to be obedient to God's Word, and so she goes for ten years or so without You Know What. Let's have this movie show what a struggle it is, but how God blesses her. And I can star in this movie. Sort of Type Cast. How would that be?
No one would pay to see that movie, would they?
Maybe they would.
Maybe it would be such a rarity, that they would line up to see our version of how this could be. Like Ripley's Believe it or Not.