How Superman brought out Mama Bear and why I wanted to kick Lois Lane’s ass
30th April 2007
Friday night is Movie and Snack Night at chez Foster-McDougall, and it’s my favourite evening of the week: splayed out on the couch, snuggled under blankets, eating chips n’ sweets and watching a flick with Eric and Spencer. Bliss.
This week we watched Superman Returns.
Now, Eric normally rolls his eyes at me when we watch TV, as I have a hard time with suspending my disbelief (“Wait, how is it possible for him to fly the plane with no arms?” Eric: “Shut up and watch the movie.”).
But this time even he agreed that no mother would do what Lois Lane did.
Caution: plot spoilers…
Why would you take your son to an unknown, probably dangerous locale (where Lois thinks the power outage started)? Not only to the scary place, but on the boat, down the stairs, through the darkened hallway, into the boxed-in bedroom? And Lois, let’s not talk about your long hours at work, dragging your son to the office with you. BAD MAMA.
And later, after you almost had your son killed by being on the boat in the first place, you decide to go back? Any mother would first take her son to safety, THEN maybe possibly return if she knew her son was in the safest hands possible. Even true love does not override the Mama Bear instinct.
Later this weekend Eric and I were lying in bed talking about some freaky photos we’d seen online (thank you Something Awful forums…), and that our very first instinct would be how to protect Lucy if someone bad was in our house. Not each other (Spencer even comes before Eric in my “rip your head off if you hurt them” book) but our daughter. As Eric says, it’s all about protecting your created investment in the future. That’s just nature.
So stupid, unbelieveable Lois Lane, you earn the Worst MovieMama Award this week. No wonder Superman knocked you up with his love child but won’t commit.
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