A video popped up on our Facebook about a Berkeley woman who was dedicating herself to 100 days of fitness and loving herself. During the clip she shares snippets of her progress -- at the gym, standing in front of the Bay Bridge with a smile on her face -- and tells others to give their goal a 100 days too.
Why a 100? Some research points to the fact it takes 90 days of doing something to make it a habit. So a 100 days means you're in the clear. 2400 hours. 144,000 minutes. That's all.
There's something incredibly refreshing about a movie character admitting that his breath smells like "cock and bum" the morning after a one-night stand.
Some audience members might think it's TMI while others will suddenly feel the urge to chew on some Dentyne Ice. Others, however, will relate to the honesty and frankness of such an admission even if it is somewhat embarrassing and yes -- perhaps TMI.
But so plays out the scene between Russell and Glen in Andrew Haigh's 2011 critical darling Weekend. It tells the story of two working class blokes who meet at a club, shag on that same night and wake up the next morning only to find that there might be something more between them -- if they can remember each other's names of course.
It's a story all too familiar to the masses and yet there's something novel about a movie that unflinchingly depicts two gay men having sex and then falling in love. And to do so without the artificiality of Hollywood rom-coms or the stereotypical we-love-Cher soundtrack of mainstream gay fare -- well that's just plain revolutionary and dare we say, fabulous.
