I watched Secretary over the weekend and it was interesting. Got me a little closer to understanding this concept of pleasure from pain - it’s still an itch I can’t quite scratch though. I’m notorious for having an extremely low threshold or any kind of sustained tolerance for pain so the idea of getting pleasure from pain is totally foreign to me. The idea of giving up control (and therefore responsibility?) is somewhat appealing but in most cases I’ve read the “sub” has more control while the “dom” has the pressure of responsibility. Thanks to the whole Delia Day thing reading up on this subject and trying to understand bdsm has become a bit of a hobby. Not practice - just study. And probably over-intellectualize but I’m really trying hard not to judge it - just trying to understand it.

The movie itself was fun. A little underlit and pretty slow moving for my taste but the last ten minutes were definitely worth the wait. I’m always a sucker for a good bathtub scene. And I was suffering some fairly serious bathtub envy there. What it was doing on the second floor of a dark law office (vague asian design scheme and cool orchid motif notwithstanding) is anyone’s guess. But I think the moral of the story is that true love and companionship come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. That and the idea that there’s a perfect match for everyone somewhere in the world.

So what did the Gylenhalls put in their water when they were feeding their kids? Those siblings are like the postmodern campbell’s soup kids - scary and precious with the cutest little widdle voices. I can’t figure out if they’re both kind of dim with an obtuse sense of humor or if they’re really smart and pretending to be dim just to appear more interesting. They both have eyes that remind me of Winter when she wants a treat.