Midsommar… not exactly a movie review

Recently I watched Midsommar on Amazon Prime. I read comments following the YouTube trailer so I knew going into it that it would be weird, possibly disturbing, and it’s a horror movie. I even prayed to God that if this movie was going to harm me that I’d be compelled to turn it off!

I watched it over the course of two days, because that’s just what I do, starting it late one night and finishing it the next night. Sometimes I start a movie way too late and can’t stay awake. What can I say, I’m 41 yrs old!

So my expectations were high regarding it’s wow factor, it’s horror factor. I have to admit, there were some strange things going on, but it wasn’t quite as emotionally disruptive as I was expecting. It’s not so much that it’s a wild and crazy movie, but the story is pretty wild. What I enjoyed is that it didn’t get into a situation where everything was happening in someone’s mind, know what I mean? Like those movies or shows that end with the main character waking up and oh wow, it was all a dream! I hate those endings. So this was very much something that could really happen in real life, and I appreciated that.

There are a handful of scenes that are for adults only, not that kids would even want to watch this one haha. I’ll be reading an explanation of the movie after I post this but if you’re into movies that aren’t cookie-cutter, that don’t follow a formula, and if you like horror but not in the “everything happens at night” kind of way, you should give this movie a try! But like I said, there are a few scenes that are easily considered disturbing, so if you’re curious about those, do some research first to make sure you’re up for it.

Thanks for stopping by!

-Out of the Wilderness

1917, the movie… my thoughts in less than a hundred words

This…

 

 

 

 

 

 

movie……

 

 

 

 

is…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

freaking…..

 

 

 

 

amazing.

 

 

 

Cancel other plans.

 

 

 

 

 

Go watch it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank me later.

 

 

 

 

-Out of the Wilderness

Right to Life vs. Pro-Choice… a personal discovery about abortion

The discussion of a baby’s right to life vs. a woman’s choice seems to be a hot topic again in the Unites States. I don’t think the controversy ever totally disappeared but since the election of Donald Trump, the issue has bubbled up again as tempers (and patience) are short these days.

I know where I stand but this post isn’t one that will try to convince you to believe what I believe. I’d just simply like to write down something I thought of and began researching last week. First, though, I’ll point out the strongest argument for both sides, whether pro-choice or pro-life. 



Pro-Life…

I’m starting with pro-life because this strong argument will set up what pro-choice supporters use most often as their strongest argument. A pro-lifer will say that the fetus, usually beginning right at conception, is a human being, or at the very least, will be. This newly formed being has the right to life, just like everyone else.

Pro-Choice…

The defense against the pro-life stance above is simple. This newly formed fetus is not a human. It’s part of the woman, therefore the woman has the right to decide what to do with her body…. which is where “My body, my choice,” comes from. 



If you’ve been part of a discussion with someone who doesn’t support your views on the matter, you certainly know that it will go back and forth for who knows how long… each side presenting why they think they’re right and the other is wrong. 

I don’t know how often or at what rate anyone flip flops on their beliefs because both sides (pro-life and pro-choice) seem to be pretty well hunkered down in their respective camps. The fundamental difference is one side doesn’t see the fetus as a “human life” and the other side does. To argue that abortion is murder as a way to change someone’s mind will not work because pro-choice folks don’t think it’s a human, therefore it can’t be murder. 

That would then beg the question, “When does life begin?” I think both sides answering this question honestly with an open mind, perhaps backed by science if possible, would help with some sort of compromise. Compromise isn’t necessarily the best solution, but at least it can take the hurtful rhetoric down a notch or two. Finding some kind of common ground on this question is the only way the two sides will ever stop arguing, short of a miraculous revelation from Heaven. 

In society today, the most popular mantra on the pro-choice side is this, “My body, my choice,” or “her body, her choice.” This is the idea that no one else has a say about what goes on in a woman’s body except for her and maybe her doctor. To counteract this, pro-life people will ask if the woman has 2 heads, or 20 toes, 20 fingers, and so on. They’re pointing out that the fetus, within a month of conception, is forming a head, fingers, toes, arms, legs, etc. 

It’s widely believed that a fetus has its own DNA within hours of conception, therefore while it’s dependent on the mother, it is not the mother. If this isn’t strong enough evidence, let’s think about blood for a second. I did some research on common blood types A, B, and O. What I found extremely interesting was about early discoveries of blood transfusions. To set it up, we all know if a person needs a blood transfusion and this person has type A blood, they need a donor with type A blood. Someone who is type B would need a type B donor. But a little over 100 years ago (late 1800s) this matching of blood types was not happening because the differences hadn’t been discovered yet. There was a need for this discovery though, because blood transfusions had a terrible track record up to this point. Why? Well, as it turns out, mixing blood types is deadly. A type A person cannot receive type B blood and expect to live. In the mid- to late-1800s the medical community actually shunned transfusions because of this high risk of death. 

As all of this new information was squeezing into my brain, and undoubtedly pushing other information out (if I forget your birthday this year, this is why!), I began to connect the discoveries of blood types to the fetus in a mother’s womb. 

Did you know that it’s possible for a baby to have a different blood type than the mother? I also discovered that a fetus has his or her own blood running through their tiny body roughly 21 days after conception. That’s only 3 weeks! So remember what was discovered about transfusions over a hundred years ago, blood types cannot mix or else there is a high risk of death? This is also true in pregnancy! If the blood of either the mother or fetus were to mix, both would most likely die from it. Enter the placenta. This critical organ serves as a two-way filter between mother and baby. Among other things, it keeps the mother’s blood from getting to the baby, and the baby’s blood from getting to the mother. 

Fascinating, right? 

Now going back to the strongest arguments from the pro-choice side, “My body, my choice,” and the fetus not being a human… these must be complete falsehoods because one person cannot have 2 blood types in their body. This fetus/baby is a separate human being  with its own DNA, it’s own blood, and that is the only possible scenario. I believe this newly formed human has the right to life, as stated in the Declaration of Independence… 

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Like I said earlier, I’m not trying to change your mind. I just wanted to record in writing something that has solidified my stance even more that we are supposed to speak on behalf of those who can’t yet… in this case, the unborn baby. 

For lighter reading, check out my post about why I absolutely have to leave the toilet seat up in my house.

Thanks for stopping by!

-Out of the Wilderness

 

I leave the toilet seat up, and she hates it

I thought today was a good day to come clean about my stereotypical male behavior. After I use the restroom, I do not, I repeat… I DO NOT put the toilet set down when I leave. Does that make me a horrible person?

So sue me! But I’ve learned the hard way that this social faux pas is necessary in my household. To set you up with the full story, you need to know I live alone. Well, no other humans. I have 2 dogs named Piper and Asia. They are little rascals but they are my buddies. Asia is a tomboy, tough, but snuggly. Piper is a queen, tough, and adorable. But it’s because of Piper that I have to be this way. I have to leave the seat top up in the bathroom.

Too many times when I don’t hear anything after Piper wanders from one room to another, I fear the worst. The worst meaning that she’s snooped somewhere she knows not to. It could be a friends backpack, purse, pulling a loaf of bread off the shelf, but with the restroom environment, 100% of the time she wrestles with the roll of toilet paper.

The toilet paper never wins.

So now if you walk into my bathroom, you’ll see a toilet paper stand where the toilet paper should be. Then on the back of the toilet, you’ll notice that’s actually where the tissue is. Why? Because anywhere else is fair game for Miss Piper. You’d think having it on the back of the toilet is safe, right? I thought so, too, but we were wrong.

Piper has been known to jump up onto the toilet seat lid and start a fight with the toilet paper there. And like I said, she wins every time! So now I leave the seat lid up and so far she hasn’t figured out a way to get to her arch nemesis. She soon will, I feel sure of this. Then I’ll have to move the toilet paper farther away. Is there toilet paper with a scent of shampoo? That may do the trick!

-Out of the Wilderness

11 song titles that are (or are not) about race and ethnicity

Every once in a while I like to come up with Top 10 lists, so here I am again with one that could be miles long! Because there are so many song titles that are (or could be) thought of as titles having to do with race or ethnicity, I’m limiting them to whatever I’ve already saved in Spotify, plus a few more big hits. Check out the list and if there are some I left off, comment below! 

10 song titles that are (or are not) about race and ethnicity…

“Black or White” – Michael Jackson

“Black Parade” – My Chemical Romance

“White Wedding” – Billy Idol

“White Liar” – Miranda Lambert

“Brown Girl in the Ring” – Boney M

“Black Horse and the Cherry Tree” – KT Tunstall

“Man In Black” – Johnny Cash

“Men in Black” – Will Smith

“City of Black & White” – Mat Kearney

“Blue” – LeAnn Rimes (honorable mention because… Avatar, y’all)



Thanks for stopping by! 

-Out of the Wilderness

 

12 songs for AFTER you get laid off or fired

Last year, I was hanging out with some friends who’d recently been laid off and since. We were in an environment where putting together a Spotify playlist was appropriate, so created a “recently laid off playlist” and played it loud. This is not the first list I’ve made about the dreaded pink slip, but this one is a bit different. It’s kind of like that last ‘hoo-rah’… the last time around the track… a final farewell. So enjoy this list of songs (mostly just the titles, actually) for music you can play after you or someone you know has been laid off, fired, let go, downsized, or sent in a direction the company wasn’t going.

Songs for after being laid off or fired…

“Work From Home” – Fifth Harmony feat. Ty Dolla $ign

“Don’t Talk to Me About Work” – Lou Reed

“I Want to Break Free” – Queen

“Life Ain’t Fair and the World Is Mean” – Sturgill Simpson

“Lord Have Mercy on the Working Man” – Travis Tritt

“Uprising” – Muse

“If We Make It Through December” – Merle Haggard

“Red, White & Pink Slip Blues” – Hank Williams, Jr.

“Gives You Hell” – The All-American Rejects

“Summertime Blues” – Alan Jackson

“The Crossroads” – Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

“Roll With The Changes” – REO Speedwagon


Thanks for stopping by! Feel free to add more in the comments below, and good look in your job search 🙂

-Out of the Wilderness

“your truth” is a cop out

If I hear one more person talk about “your truth” or “their truth” or whatever, I’m going to scream! There’s no such thing as your truth, my truth, his truth, her truth, their truth, our truth. Nope. Sorry. If you pick up a green crayon and “your truth” says it’s yellow, I’m sorry but “your truth” is false. It’s not yellow, it’s green. I know it makes us feel better to have a society that pats us on the back and says, “It’s OK, you’re right.” even when we’re wrong, and that’s what this whole “your truth” movement is if you think about it. No one is willing to tell someone they’re wrong.

But what’s right is this… the only truth that exists is THE truth. Going back to the simple crayon example, the crayon is either green or yellow. Blue, red, black, orange… sure there is a crayon for every color. But the green crayon is green no matter what “your truth” is.

It’s also funny that a lot of people who are so passionate about everyone sharing “their truth” are not very tolerant of people who disagree with them. I’m not sure what’s going on in America but if Alecia Keys’ behavior hosting the Grammy Awards last week is a microcosm of what our country is like now… well, I guess I’m hoping her example is just the Hollywood/elite/out of touch world view, not the majority of Americans.

Because I basically share nothing in common with anything she talked about during the Awards ceremony. In fact, I became so turned off by it all, that I literally turned it off. I wanted to celebrate music and musicians but the show was drenched in political agenda.  I guess that’s “their truth” and I should just go along, though, right?

-Out of the Wilderness