Sat on our 3rd world patio last night,

posted by jeremy on April 15, 2005

under a warm sky & watched the the recent release 'Closer'. It starts off good enough but as the rich Londoner tragi-romance wears on, I can't help but start thinking about famine in African or what it feels like to die from the Marburg Virus or cancer or something, anything other than the supposed beauty of snivelling upper class drama....

Truly, the worst part is the climax where it seems to be implied that slapping a woman is the pentacle of folly, the downward spiral, As-Bad-As-It-Gets, all that jolly-ho. Jude Law slaps Natalie (super-hot as ever) Portman & fucking poof, movie over.

I call bullshit.

I've been slapped, punched, kicked, even bitten (like, mean evil zombie bite) in multiple relationships & I've slapped (& punched once, in retaliation) & shoved a couple of girls myself. In these situations, the movie just went on. I don't think these spats of violence are necessarily healthy, but yet they are perfectly natural: File under Shit Happens, Passion of Lovers, Great Makeup Sex, all that jazz.

Fuck it, watch the movie for yourself, or don't. I don't even know why I'm writing about this crap, so I'm gonna quit. Right now.

The largest number of offspring produced by a human female?

55.

Holy puppy shit.