I feel your pain, Star Wars generation

I went to see Monsters, Inc. for my 9th birthday. My friends and I sat in the front of the theater. We were too young to realize that the front row is always a poor life choice. But despite our indiscretion, I loved the film and have always loved it.

Almost 12 years later, Monsters University, the “prequel” to Monsters, Inc. came out. My roommates and I went to see it the other week.

It was a very different experience the second time around. For one, we sat in the middle of the theater, because 12 years has taught me that the middle is the ideal place to sit. It also wasn’t my 9th birthday, we didn’t eat at CiCi’s Pizza before the movie, and no one gave me any gifts. And rather than being the target audience like I was for Monsters, Inc., I was a good 12 or more years older than the majority of the theater.

Once I noted how much older I was than the rest of the audience, I realized, These children weren’t even born when Monsters, Inc. came out. They weren’t even a thought in their parents’ minds. Were their parents even married? I felt so extremely ancient in that moment.

And then, the most glaring atrocity passed through my brain: HAVE THEY EVEN SEEN THE FIRST MOVIE? And if they had seen the first movie, will future children watch Monsters, Inc. first, before Monster’s University, or will they watch them in “chronological” order?

That is a travesty of the highest magnitude. Who would even do such a thing? How would that ever make sense?

And then I remembered that time I thought, I think I’ll watch Star Wars episodes I, II and III first, since they will tell me the back story.

I wish someone had up and slapped me in that moment.

So, Star Wars generation, I now know how you feel. Children are so naive and ignorant, aren’t they? Though I will say the crime of watching episodes I, II and III before the originals is WAY WORSE than watching Monsters University before Monsters, Inc.

And with that, I feel like a crotchety old man.

Ce n’est pas aux vieux singes qu’on apprend à faire des grimaces,

Emily

Advertisements

About Emily

I tend to embody the definition of "first world problems," so one night when I knew I needed to shower but didn't want to--in true first-world fashion--I created this blog. There were ulterior motives, however. I'm a journalism and french major at Mercer University, which means I enjoy writing (and France, apparently). I also like to think that I'm witty, and that the world needs to hear (or, rather, read) my wit. "La Vie, Selon Emily" means "Life, According to Emily." Emily, being myself. Now that that's out of the way, who is Emily? Funny you should ask, because I've made a short list: I was raised in the Georgia suburbs on a beautiful little thing they call "sarcasm." My parents taught me at a young age to appreciate this age-old art, and I like to think I've mastered their craft. I'm also quite the girly girl: Disney princesses were my childhood, and dressing up is my favorite. Despite whatever conclusions you may have drawn from #2, yellow, not pink, is my favorite color. I love commas, and feel that I use them too liberally. I love thinking and learning new things, and I love making others think and learn new things. I am a voracious reader, and I love the word "voracious." I just realized that I've used the word "love" entirely too much thus far. I sing in the shower. I sing in the car. I pretty much sing a lot, and I like to think I'm decent at it. If you give me grape juice, I'll be your friend. I will also be your friend if you love on me (examples include giving me a hug, rubbing my back or arm, playing with my hair, cuddling with me, etc.). I have two mottos in life: Any dress with pockets is a dress worth having, and any man who wears bow ties is a man worth dating (I will acknowledge that there are exceptions to these rules, as with all rules). Semi-finally, but most importantly, I am an utterly depraved sinner saved by God's unfailing grace and love. I will leave you with this french proverb: "A l'œuvre, on connaît l'artisan."
This entry was posted in My Life, Silly, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s