So this is weird. I was re-watching “13 Going on 30” over the weekend because I love this movie.
But I don’t like the movie “Big,” which is basically the same concept. It disturbs me on such a level, that I do that weird “there’s a ghost behind me” shiver.
And I can’t figure out what the difference is. I like Tom Hanks – disliking him would be like disliking mashed potatoes or macaroni and cheese. He’s so wholesome and familiar.
Jennifer Garner is the same way – very girl-next-door.
Maybe it’s because the whole pseudo-romance in “13 Going on 30” was with her childhood friend who she had this connection with beforehand, so it seems less creepy for a teenager trapped inside an adult body to have a relationship with an adult. Or maybe it’s because the MC is a girl? Maybe it’s because I have a crush on Mark Ruffalo?
I was telling my mom about my thoughts and she said J.G. was believable as a 13-year-old, but T.H.’s character just acted stupid.
Maybe that’s it, I don’t know. I guess it’ll remain one of the great mysteries of life.
In honor of being 13, I give you some of my old-school musings:
(Apparently I used to word “major” a lot when I was 13. “Jack and Jill got caught kissing in the hall. MAJOR.” “The fight at lunch turned major.” “It was snowing majorly last night.”)
August 10, 1992
Sometimes I wish life wasn’t so confusing! I guess it wouldn’t be fun though. I guess guys are one MAJOR confusing part. Sometimes I wonder if I wonder too much or not.
September 6, 1992
This summer was DEFINITELY the BEST summer I’ve ever had in my whole 13 years of existence. It was really weird but I loved it!
[skipping ahead, past all the long-winded details]
I feel like I’m writing a book!
Reflections of JP’s 1992 Summer – the summer she was 13. Carefree and naive (please, GAG me!)
Well…over 18 years later and I still remember that summer fondly. And now I know the exact instant I decided I needed to write YA books…hah.