I logged onto Facebook first thing this morning and saw a post from my friend Heather.
She said that she will no longer be able to watch a movie without checking to see if it passes the Bechdel test.
The Bechdel test, for those of you who don't know, was first introduced in a comic strip by Alison Bechdel called "Dikes to Watch Out For".
A female character said in a strip that she only watches movies if it passes 3 requirements.
1. It has 2 women in it
2. Who talk to each other
3. About something other than men.
Look it up, and my apologies if my explanation seems vague. It is 7am. I have a deadline in 10 minutes at which time, I have to wake B up and begin my very last leg of the X-mas rush.
I am so ahead of the game this year. I finished shopping on Friday. I wrapped almost everything and I am all finished with baking.
So back to this Bechdel test.
It is very interesting. The article I read from Wikipedia also mentioned that one could also apply these rule to one's life/relationships to see if you yourself, as a woman, pass this test.
I am married with oodles of kids. I rarely talk about the opposite sex. Maybe to bitch about B, but not often.
He does Ok most of the time.
I was at a party the other night and the main topics of conversation were "Merkins" and "Vajazzle".
Looks like that party passed the Bechdel test.
You know what I talk about with other women a lot?
Whether or not our children change their underwear.
This is a perfect segway into my idea that I have been thinking about.
My magnum opus as far as embarrassing my children, which, if you read my blog, you know I love to do.
My friend, who will remain unnamed, has a daughter who does not change her underwear.
I thought it would be so great if I went out and bought said daughter a package of "days of the week" undies for Christmas.
When she opened the package, I would explain to her, that her mother tells me that she never changes her underwear and I thought this would be a perfect gift.
Even better if V gave it to her.
But what would be best?
Arrange a "Secret Santa" party with the neighborhood parents. (most of whom have children who do not change their underwear. It is an epidemic this side of the Parkway, so I hear)
Parents will tell the kids that they will grab the gift for them.
At the party, which would be a group of 8-11 year olds of both genders. (This is VERY important as kids this age are very self conscious about certain things when the other sex is involved.)
The children would open the gifts. All which would be underwear.
All the parents would exclaim in joy and make comments in front of the kids such as, "Oh how wonderful! You never change your underwear and these are so nice! Maybe this will motivate you!"
Your children will hate you. They will probably stick you in the crappiest nursing home when it's time.
But think of those glorious seconds, watching them squirm in sheer embarrassment after the underwear goes round.
And probably totally worth it as children can be so rotten right before X-mas zero hour, that they most likely deserve whatever you can dish out.
It's worth it.
And there is still time...