I did not see Space Jam , the bizarre 1996 movie in which Michael Jordan played basketball against Looney Tunes characters, including Bugs Bunny . I never had the desire to see it, and I never even considered that a sequel would be in order. But this is America, and so of course - 25 years later - we need a sequel. I have no intention of watching the sequel, either. Ironically, I have met Michael Jordan and he is a very gracious and down-to-earth human being, especially considering he has spent the majority of his life under a microscope. So what am I getting at here? The latest cries for and against cancellation have arisen from leaked imagery showing that one of the characters from the original movie, Lola Bunny (yes, the name of that stripper from the place that time, the one who really, honestly liked you – it wasn’t about the money at all), has been altered in the sequel to not look like a hooker. I realize that sounds harsh but see for yourself: The sequel’s direc
DISCLAIMER This post is essentially a rant. It was cathartic to write and moderately fun to read back, but if you are looking for something soulful, thought provoking and/or unique in its point of view, this ain’t it. If, however, you feel like a trip through the junk food drive-thru, and aren’t tired of hearing from me yet (four times in a week? unheard-of!), I invite your review. Thanks to my daughter for her advice on how and if I should proceed on this one. I don’t want to abuse the valuable place I have earned in your crowded mindspace. *** I try not to be self-indulgent, but when two of my blog posts intersect in real life I see it as a mandate from Valhalla that I need to weigh in. Not long ago, I talked about my Mandalorian crush , Gina Carano, and how destroyed I was that her desire to be Republican outweighed her desire to be a hero to millions of young women. Not long after, I wrote about Ted Cruz, an absolute dirtball who represents passionate self-interest while being