My girls aren’t old enough to see Juno, the movie about the pregnant teenager. It’s the kind of movie I’d want to see with my daughters someday. It’s a quirky pro-choice movie (as opposed to anti-abortion) and it’s a good conversation piece. The movie sweeps over big topics like sex and consequences, infertility and adoption, parenting and motherhood -- and yes, reproductive choice.
My girls wouldn’t be able to keep up with the wise-ass hyperspeak in the movie, at least by the females. And they’d squirm at the kissing (not that there is much of it or anything else explicit).
I left the theater both smiling and crying. (Not anything new for me.) One of the aspects I liked best was the parents’ acceptance of Juno’s poor judgment and of her resolve. The other was Juno’s fierce independence about her sexuality and desire (that got her in a pickle) yet also allowed her to see a way out in which secrecy and shame was not the primary experience. And it this way Juno is a post-modern feminist. As her step-mom said: A Viking girl.
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