You love your Mom... and you find her alternatively infuriating and embarrassing, irreplaceable and overly dramatic, irksome and endearing. As far as I know, Hallmark hasn't yet created a line of cards expressing familial disharmony.
Imagine sipping a latte at your local coffee shop, and some crazy dude in the rest room throws open the door and hollers for more toilet paper. He's perched on the bowl, hairy legs spread apart. What would you do?
Hollywood has become a corporate wasteland and the results are so plainly obvious that it's painful. It is time for a new generation of visionary writers and directors in Hollywood. Those driven by raw creativity.
When the MPAA gave the romantic comedy "It's Complicated" an R rating, they were making a very clear statement: showing successful, cosmopolitan adults enjoying marijuana with no consequences is somehow worthy of restriction.
Why is it that the familiarity of an ex comes to the surface when one is lonely, has relationship problems of their own, or a holiday rolls around such as a birthday, Valentine's, or the holiday season?