brian-mcgee - April 3, 2018
October 1989, I'm ten years old and the advertising campaign for the film Gross Anatomy had fooled me and my dad into thinking that the film was a comedy. Off we went one brisk Sunday afternoon to Teaneck, NJ to see Matthew Modine and Daphne Zuniga learn about medicine and maybe even a little bit about life and love.
Fifteen minutes into this flick, it's clear that neither my ten year old self nor my working class father are the target audience for this snoozefest. I deal with it by hoping that perhaps Jack Nicholson's Joker will come in and take over the hospital and it turns out the whole thing was a secret Batman movie.
My father, on the other hand, goes right to sleep. I get it, the guy's working 50 hours a week, you gotta get your sleep when you can. However, in the car, my dad starts complaining about how bad the movie was.
"You slept through the whole thing, how would you know?" I said, sore that my ten year old self couldn't possibly have fallen asleep in a movie theater.
"Yeah, but what I saw was terrible."
"Well, I can assure you, the whole movie was terrible, but I'm the only one allowed to say that because I'm the only one that sat through it."
We arrive home and my stepmother asks how the movie was. "Ask your stepson," dad says. "He's the only one allowed to tell you it was a piece of shit because I slept through it."
And so, what does any of this have to do with Gigi Hadid and her see-through yoga pants? Everything and nothing, all at once.
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