Top: POPSUGAR, Kohl's
Skirt: Xhilaration, Target
Shoes: Delicious, Zulily
Bag: J. C. Penney's
Belt: B Fabulous
Barrettes: The Tote Trove
Hi, bloggers!
I called upon this corny old joke to talk an itty bitty bit about newspapers and a lot about a book-turned-movie even though I saw the movie first. Of all the old-timey, misogynistic sayings about women, I think the one about how real ladies appear in the newspaper only twice in their lives, once in their wedding announcement and once in their obituary, is the weirdest and most insulting. Insert eye roll for anyone who believes that a woman's purpose in existing is snagging a husband -- until she stops existing at all and is shoved six feet under. It's like saying that women who speak up are shameful, that women's stories don't deserve to be told. Which is, of course, utter nonsense. Making our presence known in the world -- whether it be through a tabloid or Twitter feed -- is essential to women's well-being. Which is something I thought a great deal about while watching/reading A Simple Favor.
A Simple Favor (by Darcy Bell) is not a feel-good book. It's kind of a feel-bad book, and I wouldn't have read it at all if I hadn't seen and liked the movie (directed by Paul Feig). This is the premise: Uber sophisticated and cool Emily (Blake Lively) befriends quirky cute people-pleaser Stephanie (Anna Kendrick) through their five-year-old sons in their sleepy Connecticut suburb. Emily is married to a gorgeous British dude (Henry Golding) and does PR for a fashion designer. She's a seasoned rule-breaker, a Hitchcock blonde who's easily bored and refuses to have her picture taken. Stephanie is a widow who blogs. She's a do-gooder supermom who bakes gluten-free cookies and apologizes for everything, a habit that alpha dog Emily insists she break. If they were characters from The Baby-Sitters Club, then Emily would be Stacey and Stephanie would be Mary Anne. Their friendship deepens quickly, with each revealing secrets. Then, one day, Emily doesn't pick up her son from Stephanie's house, and what started as a tongue-in-cheek Peyton Place-type tale veers off into "48 Hours" territory.
Stephanie's blog (vlog in the movie) is, in many ways, the core of the story. Being a blogger, I found this interesting. I always like to know why people blog and whom they blog for. For Stephanie, her blog is her identity, a way for her to showcase her stay-at-home-mommy brand and combat her loneliness. She shares parenting tips, healthy recipes, and handmade friendship bracelets, beginning every post with a cheery Hi, moms! and signing off with a Love, Stephanie, suggesting that she and her fellow moms are all in this parenting thing together. Yet despite Stephanie's efforts, she has few followers. It isn't until Emily vanishes and Stephanie begins investigating Emily's disappearance that her blog becomes popular. Solidarity, it seems, isn't as intriguing as sordidness. Stephanie crafts posts that let Emily know that she knows she's out there. She does so through subtext disguised as earnest grief and soul-searching, her posts becoming an echo of that old Mark Twain chestnut about fiction being the truth inside the lie. As a result, her blog becomes more honest. In exposing Emily, she stops apologizing, transforming this story from one of a runaway friend to one about the things we say vs. the things we don't, about the lies we tell each other and the lies we tell ourselves.
As I said, the movie and book are different. The movie is funny. It has a ring of mean-girl (and in one case guy) moms who serve as a sort of Greek chorus of Stephanie's torment, providing the all-too-real elements of competitive parents and PTA cliques. The dialogue is spiked with dark humor that slices the tension, which is handy once things escalate. The book, although a page turner, is umitigated by mirth of any kind and settles, stone-like, in the psyche. Sometimes it's a little too creepy. Also, in the movie Stephanie is likable. Sure, (SPOILER ALERT!) she has a questionable, Flowers in the Attic past. But she's kind and vulnerable and well meaning, and I wanted her to come out of this mess okay. So, when she starts getting wise to Emily's ways and plans to break free, it's satisfying. In the book she's a lapdog who never gets a clue, an unwitting (albeit willing) pawn in a game beyond her comprehension. To this end, the most dramatic difference between the movie and the book is that the movie ends one way and the book ends another. And as everyone knows, the ending is the most important part of any story because it delivers the message. In this case, the message is mighty confusing, a kind of Choose Your Own Adventure vortex of forks in the road. One ending tells us that good triumphs over evil and also that life is pretty hilarious, so why not laugh at it already? The other says that evil can never be caught, that's there's no escape from -- and no laughing at -- someone who's a sociopath. I think that the ending you like says a lot about how you see the world. Or, more to the point, if you see it through the eyes of an Emily or a Stephanie.
But that's enough heavy stuff for one post. Thankfully, this Woven Wisdom Charm Necklace lightens even the most somber of moods. My favorite thing about it is how eclectic it is, the bold striped gumball beads contrasting with the bright tapestry charms and baby owls. With so much going on, it was tough to find a top that would be a good backdrop, but this red POPSUGAR tee made it, well, pop. That said, maybe Woven Wisdom isn't as far removed from this post as it seems, being complex and contradictory.
'Cause what a tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive.
Sorry not sorry.
Love,
Tracy