Last week I thought it would be a nice gesture to take my mother and my two grandmothers to the movies.
Let me say this: The Kids Are Alright, but I'm scarred for life.
What I thought would be a sweet movie about family and struggles and how in the end everything is okay as long as you love each other, turned out to be 2 of the most embarrassing hours of my life.
I can sum up the movie for you in two words: gay porn.
And I'm not talking about a little smooch between Julianne Moore and Annette Bening. I'm talking top-drawer hidden movies with full-on frontal nudity and man on man hard-core sex.*
Do you know how octogenarians react to gay porn?
Here are THEIR reviews of the movie:
Grandmother A: "Well. THAT was interesting."
Grandmother B: "They should be ashamed of themselves for making a movie like that."
*This is NOT a post about about what's right and wrong. I think EVERYONE should have the choice to be with whomever they want. Don't mistake my shock for ignorance. My grandmothers will never be the same.