Sitka or Bust: Commute The World

Ok. So. Explanation time. Last night I got a bit caught up in a movie marathon. Now usually, I would be blogging through the film fest, but last night the only things I could think of writing about were cross dressers. Cross dressers? Why would you ever think of that as a subject? Perhaps because I was watching She’s the Man, an embarrassingly funny representation based off of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. After that gem of a film, I watched Just One Of The Guys because Papa Bear said it was pretty much the exact same movie as the Amanda Bynes comedy except made in the 80’s. Speaking of, what went wrong with Amanda Bynes’ life? She was my favorite actress in the world and now she’s off her rocker. Everyone spoke so highly of her in the DVD extras for She’s The Man. Guess a few years really does make a difference.

Now, I don’t know what it is about gender-bending films, but they are usually relatively funny. Tootsie, Mrs. Doubtfire, or Big Mama’s House anyone? I mean, it’s been a while since I saw one, but I had a good time watching them and I’ve seen each one multiple times.  Each one has a character that cross dresses because they think they’ll get more credit, better opportunities, or even the opportunity to prove themselves.

It is fascinating though and the use of complete inexperience in your own skin can be a make or break deal with comedy. Just ask my summer camp guest speaker Harold Hoover. Yes. That is me. And I must add that I was a hit as the only male guest speaker in a girls summer camp. I borrowed my roommates shoes, check out those shiny buggers, and had one sweet comb-over going on. That comedic act got me awarded the most liked delegate award, and everyone signed my shirt before presenting it to me. Still have it too.

Let hilarity ensue and may Harold Hoover never be brought to light again.