Newstome’s Weblog

I rented the movie Juno last night, I don’t know about you, but I really love that movie. I have a strange habit where I read the reviews to a movie after I have seen the film. I want to see if my thoughts and opinions line up with the “experts.”

Juno is great for so many reasons. I feel like she is a complete character, actually I feel like every character in the film is well developed and meaningful, which is odd because its title implies the whole movie would exclusively focus on one person – Juno. I think my favorite character in the movie is Juno’s step mom Bren, the nail technician. Bren seems to have a little abrasiveness to her, but a great heart, and the way she sticks her neck out for Juno, it’s pretty touching. Also Juno is the kind of movie that selfishly loves itself, there is the cheeky vocabulary and kitchsy set decorations. It is definetley its own world and you wonder, or at least I did, if you’re in on every joke.

Now let’s talk about sports.

The NFL released it’s schedule yesterday and my team got ripped off. The way the NFL works, every team knows who they’ll play the next season as soon as the previous regular season ends. My team, the Indianapolis Colts, have this four week stretch that would kill mortal teams. In my eyes, they can do no wrong.

Sometimes it kills me that I don’t have the money to afford DirecTV’s Sunday NFL Ticket package, that enables you to see every game on TV any given Sunday.

I am gay, so it always makes for an interesting conversation when I chat up my guy friends about sports and know exponentially more than they do. That’s opinion, not fact. I’m sure it’s a little insulting for them, and a lot rewarding for me.

And I feel the homophobia, or homophobic behaviors are more connected to sexism than anything else. Liking men is more important than being a man. That’s where the problem lies. I live in a college town, and sometimes it is pretty frustrating to have graduated and feel like I’m still changing minds. Maybe some guys just feel like if you’re not on steroids, going to the gym every half hour, eating pizza and getting drunk and having sex with some girl you met on your brother’s facebook page, then you’re not a real man.

Things on the relationship front are getting a little better, maybe everything isn’t as sealed shut as I originally thought. That’s a good thing.