Pass the merlot.

Not having cable limits my blog writing considerably. I love giving my opinion/analysis of shows/movies, so the fact that I see so few new ones limits the things I can talk about here. I did see It's Complicated recently, which I thought was a great romantic comedy no matter what your age is. It's ultimately about how sometimes we let what's comfortable override what's right, and the mess that can get one into. Meryl Streep's character seemed very much like what I imagine Meryl to be like in real life: put together, yet slightly ditsy, with an effortless sex appeal. Whereas many actors become caricatures of themselves as they grow older (I'm talking to you, Nicholson), Meryl just grows more intricate and layered. In her younger years, people were overwhelmed by her talent for accents specifically, and how she could play any nationality with ease. But now she seems more relaxed and natural in her portrayals, making her more relatable. I personally think that women are like fine wines. If allowed to age properly, they can become more robust and fulfilling. I suppose I say this partially because, as I get older, the women I admire get older as well, and aging with them rather than looking back on their progression gives me a greater appreciation of who they are.

Now, speaking of fine wines, that George Clooney...yum. I read on Perez Hilton today that George's girlfriend wants to have his baby. For whatever reason, perhaps because she looks like a hag, I thought she was about ten years older than she actually is. So, as I was about to comment how some dried-up uterus didn't deserve to attempt to carry his child, I had to stop myself. She's only 32, so her uterus is probably in about as good of shape as mine. I still think I'm more suited to carry his child, but that's probably just because I have a greater appreciation for the Clooney dynasty whereas she likely just wants to milk him for some child support. Oh well. I don't think I'm his type anyway.