How could I ignore this headline?
‘Solo & Childless: Why I Almost Didn’t Watch ‘Despicable Me 2’
The post on Entertainment Weekly‘s website is by Sandra Gonzalez, who “hates going to watch family films alone.” She details her dread of what she felt was “the worst part of the experience “: buying a ticket. As expected, the theater rep reinforced her self-determined status as a misfit by asking, “Just one?”
Her imaginary response:
“Yes, I’m alone. I’m single and childless and I didn’t ask my friends if anyone wanted go and all appropriately-aged tiny human relatives live in Phoenix and Texas and stop looking at me that way.”
Once inside, realizing that a kid’s focus IS the movie, and that a parent’s focus is mainly on the kid, she relaxed and enjoyed herself. It’s a good motivational story, and I’m glad she shared it. Because I’ve been there, and I didn’t do that.
I LOVE animation and frankly, a lot of kid-type stuff. But, I only go to a movie theater when I really, really want to see something on the big screen. An animated feature – with its attendant issues – has to be spectacular. There have only been a few family flicks that I wanted to see so badly that I didn’t want to wait for DVD. And yet, I’ve never done it on my own .
When The Lion King was released in 1994, I was seriously fretting that motherhood might not happen for me, and trying to decipher my feelings. No adult friends wanted to see it, and there was enough melancholy in me about kids to steer clear. Like Ms. Gonzalez, I “knew” I’d stand out, a pitiful figure, alone.
Five years later, my 45th birthday was behind me and I was learning how to manage newly diagnosed diabetes. The decision to give up on the whole kids idea dropped me into a cloying, lasting funk. I passed on Toy Story (1995), Finding Nemo (2003), and The Incredibles (2004).
When Toy Story 3 came out in 2010, HubbyMine went with me. Guess what? Eight o’clock showings have few kids. Duh. I decided that maybe I could handle a kids’ movie alone after all. But in 2012, I missed seeing Brave with a big-screen Merida in (the red-haired supergirl above) because of a scheduling mishap with a NotMom girlfriend who wanted to see it, too.
I’m glad I saw Ms. Gonzalez’s post – it reminds me of who I am…now. So, look for me at the theater for Finding Dory in 2015. I’ll probably be alone.