Oh man! I just saw that "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist," based on the fabulously fun novel by Rachel Cohn and David Levithan, opens in October, which is also the month that Plum the fetus becomes ??? the baby.
It would be the height of uncool to take my newborn to this movie, right? Normally, newborns and movies are actually a great combo. The baby (if you play your cards right) just nurses and sleeps through the whole thing, and you get to indulge in a couple hours of Life as Normal People Know It. The first few months are pretty much the only opportunity during your time as a baby mama that you can even attempt to go the movies without having to get a sitter.
But jiggling my babe in his/her sling while I watch Nick (Michael Cera!) and Norah embark on their badass, wee hours love adventure might be just a bit of a buzzkill for the teenagers sitting in the theater seats nearby, eh?
Or it could be a useful cautionary lesson, which I like to impart whenever I can: Dudes, practice safe, or no, sex or this could be YOU nerdily toting your baby to the movies in stretchy pants.
As if Bristol Palin, poor thing, isn't enough of a cautionary lesson for us all. (Think losing your freedom, education, and sanity when you become a teen mother is bad? How about having yourmother parade you and your baby bump in front of the world as her own personal political pawn at the same time???)
Speaking of the whole Palin travesty, which I sort of can't stop obsessing about (and clearly I'm not the only one) check out the crazy-brilliant Maureen Johnson's eloquent rant about the situation. Go Maureen!