I had big plans, Big Plans, for a couple of great posts over the weekend.  Then, well, it was rainy, I was sluggish, the kids weren’t as interested as usual in the weekend baking projects, I didn’t blame them a bit… you get the idea.  So, sparkling posts on fun stuff done with kids, eh, not so much.  But we did have a totally fine weekend, we were just kind of semi-comatose throughout it.  Also I’m reading two adventure books and one detective book plus watching two TV series on Netflix and well, there went the weekend.

So anyway, tonight’s dinner was good but I had my hands in the prep too much to take pics of it, and then once it was made there just simply wasn’t time to snatch a pic before we all inhaled the dinner.  Grandma gave us raw shrimp!  I thawed it last night and then (following instructions on one of those eHow articles) shelled and deveined it.  I was going to be lackadaisical about the deveining until I read it had poop in it, and then I kind of went nuts on the deveining.  It was a total pain.  But I cooked that cleaned and peeled shrimp in some homemade chicken stock and some butter, and served it over creamy noodles (with a side of sweet chili sauce for my daughter who Has To Have It Spicy).  Good goddess that was luxurious.  What a Monday night dinner!!!  You’ll have to use your imagination.  It’s gone.  So no pics, yo.

Something else I did tonight was to introduce my children to the Bechdel Test.  They’re eight, and I think it’s a perfect age to introduce this test.  I’m now going to spend the rest of the post quoting myself from my FaceBook rantings on the subject.  Other posters to the conversation shall remain nameless ’cause, well, they shall.  Here we go:

My status: I just taught my girls the Bechdel Test! They totally get it and they are rating their favorite movies right now! (Note: Penguins of Madagascar fails miserably from the get-go. But we’re watching it anyway, ’cause it’s damn funny.) My little feminists, happysigh…

Responder:  That just made my night.  So incredibly much.

Me:  I know, mine too!!!!!  For those who may not know about the Bechdel Test, here’s a link to some info: The Bechdel Test – Television Tropes and Idioms.   Basically, in order for a movie to pass the Bechdel test, the film or show must meet the following criteria: 1. it includes at least two women … 2. who have at least one conversation… 3. about something other than a man or men. (And you go ahead and start testing your fave films or shows and watch ‘em fail, fail, fail. I’m just sayin.)

There followed one of those fun and slightly surreal worlds-colliding Facebook conversations between me and two of my FB friends who have never met each other.  Naturally, this being a conversation involving me, we turned sooner rather than later to Star Trek Voyager.  Heh.  I then added the following:

Me: Here’s a link to an article about reasons why most movies fail the Bechdel Test – from a film student who kept asking until someone told her as much as she was ever gonna hear: Why Film Schools Teach Screenwriters Not To Pass the Bechdel Test.

The end of the conversation included my resolve to return to watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which not only passes the Bechdel Test but SURpasses it wildly).  And so, with a new appreciation for Those Who Clean Shrimp; and with a feeling of Feminist Mom Job Well Done for the Night; I sign off here to go watch Buffy do things with pointy wooden sticks.