Julie Andrews, I agree.
Okay, so I probably don’t agree with the motivation behind your sentiment, since you probably meant to be derrogatory, but hey, it sure makes for a good post title.
I really don’t like the word, though, mainly because when people use it, they use it as a slur. They sneer it. They use it to describe you and then add a roll of their eyes or a behind-the-hand snicker.
Wholesome. Oh, the horror.
Well, if being wholesome means not being down with illicit and/or gratuitous sex, language, drug use and other such edifying behavior (trust me, that was intended to be sarcastic) in the entertainment in which one chooses to indulge, sign me up, I suppose.
Even if you have to do it with a smirk.
We’re having a, ahem, wholesome evening tonight. Elizabeth, Sarah, Kate, and Marcia are coming over and we’re going to have pigs-in-a-blanket and other similarly high-browed snacks while partaking of High School Musical and the much-anticipated premiere of its sequel, High School Musical 2. Plus there’s a brand-spanking-new episode of Hannah Montana afterwards.
Paris Hilton wishes she could party this hard. (Although at my house, undergarments must be worn at all times.)
Matt Roush reviewed HSM2 very favorably and said it was reminiscent of shows like Gidget from back in the day. I loved Gidget. I also miss the days when Nick at Night would show The Patty Duke Show, Donna Reed, and My Three Sons. Some of my favorite movies are still the old Hayley Mills flicks (before she did a remarkable Lindsay Lohan-like freak-out), like the original Parent Trap, Summer Magic, and Pollyanna.
My mom made some snide comment the other day because I was watching something on the Disney Channel — probably Phil of the Future, because Ricky Ullman and Aly Michalka are so frakking adorable – and I was like, “Well, actually, the difference in our ages is less than the difference in the ages of you and most of the cast of Grey’s Anatomy. Sooo….does that mean I can make fun of you for watching it?”
She kind of shut up after that.
I was like, yeah, that’s right.
Silently, in my head.
Because I’m the Queen of the Land of Passive Aggressiva.
