no idea is too stupid
I’m a bit of a Scrooge when it comes to Christmas. I dislike the never-ending stream of “have to do’s” – the shopping, the decorating, the way too jampacked social calendar, the gift wrapping, the perpetual feast of baked goods that leave me feeling like a bloated toad by the end of the year, and the pressure to create Instagram-worthy moments of a perfectly coiffed family, smiling in front of a pristinely-decorated Christmas tree, in matching pajamas, while lovingly holding up a gaggle of ever-so-thoughtful DIY gifts crafted from the most perfectly-muted pastel macramé.
Ironically, this Scrooge is married to a man who LOVES Christmas. The Mister loves to decorate with all the lights and all the colors and buy all the presents and stuff all the stockings (his own included) and cook all the stuff and invite all the people over. Not only does the Mister love playing Santa, he looks like him with his rosy, red cheeks and white goatee which he officially started growing into a bushy, white Santa Claus beard this year.
And don’t even get me started on the red Carhart onesie that he wears with shorts, Christmas-themed t-shirts and a ball cap with reindeer antlers for the entire week of Christmas…
Every year we fight about how much Christmas is too much Christmas.
This year I decided I wasn’t going to fight – I was just going to roll with it. It brings the Mister so much joy and, let’s face it… I had some time to spare, locked up in the house since March. So, I put up a tree the day after Thanksgiving, strung lights outside, hosted virtual holiday parties for my clients and SheHive team, had Zoom holiday meals with family, and bought all the presents Which, ironically, the Mister declared wasn’t necessary this year. (Also, he lied… he still bought them all.)
I also watched all the Lifetime Christmas movies this year. Or, at least, a fair amount of them.
All Lifetime Christmas movies are essentially the same… big-city, frazzled, overworked lawyer / writer / DJ is forced on to small town America where he/she falls in love with a country bumpkin, discovers the true meaning of Christmas and decides to give up big city life to live happily ever after.
I was talking with my friend and SheHive podcast co-host, Sonya, the other day – relaying the plot of the stupidest of all the Christmas movies I had watched this year… big-city, frazzled, overworked lawyer is forced on to small town America where she falls in love with a country bumpkin (who just happens to also be a ghost of a Civil War-era solider who comes to life for the 20 days before Christmas every year to avenge his murder), discovers the true meaning of Christmas, and decides to give up big city life to live happily ever after… for the 20 days a year her Civil War-era solider love (who look suspiciously like a hipster mixologist) is “alive.”
“This! This is what I’m talking about!” Sonya declared. “If shit like this can fly… if movie plots like this get made… and you watch them… and we’re talking about them… This is proof that no idea is too stupid. We need to do a podcast about this!”
So we did.
Cick below to listen to the first episode of Season 3 of Life on the Other Side of Should. Enjoy!
With much love and gratitude,
Ursula Adams, MSPOD
Leave a Reply.