Sisterhood of the Giant Pants
Posted: November 19, 2008 1:02 amFiled under: Kevin, Uncategorized, rant, reflection
Tonight I saw a movie.
According to my girlfriend, it’s called a “chick flick.”
Whatever THAT meant, I have no clue.
I’m clueless.
I asked her what it meant.
She said, “it’s a movie girls would like.”
I said, “Oh… okay.”
All true Southerners know that it’s not in how the story ends, because the story is in the telling.
It’s kinda’ like a sandwich.
Not too many folks care what kind of bread it’s on. It’s what’s in the middle that counts.
Most folks know it’s gonna’ be either whole wheat or plain white bread.
But! Do ya’ put on lingua, portabello, horseradish, roast beef, turkey breast, salami, or pork? Do you want tomato, pickles (sweet or dill?), mustard, mayonnaise, ketchup, onions, black olives, pepper, salt, etc.?
See?
What’s on the outside counts for something… but not for much.
It’s what’s on the inside that counts.
Every good Southerner knows that, “The story’s in the telling.”
Who cares how it turns out!?!
Nobody watches a movie (or reads a book) to see how it turns out. They watch (or read) it to see how it’s told!
The story is in the telling.
The story is in the telling.
The story is in the telling.
Did I say that “The story is in the telling”?
Yeppers… the story is in the telling.
I remember reading “The Hunt for Red October.”
It was a most excellent book. The movie, starring Sean Connery - an excellent actor by all accounts - sucked. The movie left out so many important details.
But, most folks don’t or won’t want to sit still for at least two continuous hours to hear or see a story told.
They’re impatient. They want a quickie.
It’s the “Wham, bam, thank you ma’am” kind of story telling.
It’s yucky… plain and simple.
Telling a story is like making love.
It’s NOT like the pop song which lyric says in part, “gotta’ get it up, gotta’ get it in, gotta’ get on out… that’s the only way to make my baby shout!”
So… Sisterhood of the Giant Pants.
That’s not the proper title, of course. But, who cares?
It’s a story about some girls that sent a particular pair of pants to each other.
Girls that share the same pair of pants.
Great story, eh?
Yeah… right.
But then, the story’s in the telling.
Right?
Chick flick, v.2.0.
