The movie should be considered an embarrassment to all parties involved in it, that’s for sure.  But, toward the end, the little monster, Junior, who has his first crush on this beautiful little girl discovered the ‘woman’ of his dreams is a 6^th grade bitch!  Always the monster, he takes the sash of her fancy princess dress and ties it to a statue.

(Okay, I did that once to my little sister.  I was 7, she was 4.  We were in the backseat of the parents’ Buick on the Jersey State Parkway.  I was bored.  She was asleep.  We were always required to dress like little princesses, complete with black baby doll shoes, dresses with crinoline skirts and big sashes in the back.  We both had long hair, coming nearly to our waists.  She was asleep.  And I was bored.  So I simply tied her hair into the sash of her dress.  When we stopped for lunch it took our mother a good half hour to untangle the mess.  Don’t worry, she managed to get even with me many times over, that’s for sure.)  Oh, we also had to wear absolutely perfect matching satin hair bows in our “Barbie” hair dos.

Getting back to the movie.  When the little ‘bitch’ was named dance queen, she preened then hurried up for her prize.  Naturally the tied sash pulled her princess costume off, much to her horror.

It made me think about life.  How many times have I wanted to ‘get even’ in the most appropriate manner?  Or, how many times have I wanted to teach someone a lesson, but civility and (alleged) maturity held me back.  Maybe the world would be a better place – or maybe a saner place, if we sometimes acted on those juvenile impulses.

It’s like the time when my cousin Bobby was maybe 10 years old.  He was on this escalator in Berdines at the Mall in West Palm Beach, Florida.  This very fat senior citizen pushed past him, shoving him to the step.  My aunt was furious.  Just about that time the woman tripped and ended up tumbling all the way down the remaining portion of the down escalator.  When everyone saw she was not hurt, the crowd of people who had been watching the incident did not thing but clap and cheer!

Or as my father always says, “What goes around, comes around.”