Words I enjoy and why I like them

In my last post, I made a list of the 10 words and phrases I hate the most.  It wasn’t necessarily a list of the words I hate: it was more so words I hate and words I dislike in certain situations.  After writing it, I realized I should share something positive on the subject, so here’s a list the words I like the most.  Again, there’s not particular order to this list except for number one.  Let’s do this!

  1. De La Rosa.  You can call this a cheat or a cop-out if you’d like, but this is my list, so you can shut up.  It’s not really a word as you can see.  It’s technically three words put together to create my last name.  It’s number one on my list because it’s so elegant, and when said correctly, it sounds so beautiful.  Growing up, I had so many people just say my name in a Spanish accent because they too saw heard and saw the beauty in it.  And when I sign it, it looks so elegant!
  2. Nyctophilia.  This word means the preference for night or dark.  I chose this word because it helps to describe me: I enjoy the night and darkness mostly because of the peace and quiet and brings.  Also, I like this word because it sounds naughty.
  3. Onomatopoeia.  When I was in school, I had encountered this word a number of times.  It intimated me because of the number of vowels in it and because it looked difficult.  Then one day, my teacher handed out a list of words for that week’s spelling test.  On that list was the word onomatopoeia.  I was worried because I didn’t think I could master it.  The day of the test, I finally figured out that the word may seem intimidating, but I could make it phonetic to help me out.  I totally aced that test.  Since then, I’ve looked at the word as a beautiful tragedy: a word that was unnecessarily long but wonderfully challenging.
  4. Voluptuous.  My weakness when it comes to words is a long, vowel-filled, phonetic word, which voluptuous is.  Aside from the phoneticism of the word, there’s also a sort of sexiness that comes along with the word, regardless of the definition.  It just rolls of the tongue.
  5. Macabre.  I enjoy this word because I enjoy writing styles that demonstrate this characteristic.  I prefer horror, thriller, and crime novels, and those genres greatly exemplify this.  When I think or say this word, I hear the song “Danse Macabre” playing while skeletons rise from graves and dance in the cemetery.  A ghastly sight, I know, but there’s something interesting about it.  That, and this is one of the few instances that I like a word for the fact that it’s not phonetic.
  6. Metamorphosis.  I don’t know if you’ve noticed the trend quite yet, but I prefer words that are longer and complicated.  This is no different.  Well, it’s not complicated, but it definitely is longer.  One of my favorite literary works is The Metamorphoses by Ovid.  It’s an umbrella composed of several different poems that have one common theme: change.  A synonym for change, if you’re wanting to get fancy, is metamorphosis.
  7. Necessarily.  This isn’t actually a favorite word, but I do use it a lot.  For example, I didn’t want to use actually in the previous sentence.  Instead, I wanted to use necessarily.  I’m not sure why I tend to turn to this word, but it could be that I’m comfortable with it, and I come across many situations that allow for my use of the word.
  8. Definitely.  Again, like necessarily, this isn’t a favorite word, but I use it a lot.  I just guess I’m a definitive person, so I use the best word that says just that.
  9. Eloquent.  To me, the best compliment you can give anyone is to compliment them for their eloquence, for being able to articulate their thoughts.  More points for being verbally persuasive with their verbiage.
  10. Fuck.  Remember that video from the early stages of YouTube?  
    Yeah, that one.  To summarize, fuck is a very diverse and adaptable word to be used in any manner of conversation.  Its versatility allows it to be used as a noun, verb, or adjective allowing the user to create an entire sentence with just a handful of words. It can be used to express a variety of different thoughts and emotions.  In the words of Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star, it’s a sentence enhancer.



Words I hate and the reasons I hate them

Earlier this week, a coworker and I had a conversation regarding words, such as proper usage, pronunciation, and existence of certain words.  She and I started sharing our list of least liked words.  There’s only really a handful of words that I hate, and the rest are actually common misspellings and misuses that I come across that irk me.  This list is in no particular order, except for the first one.  That first one is fucking terrible.  So here goes my list:

  1. Colonel.  First word out the gate.  I’ll let you take a guess as to why I hate this word.  If you guessed that it isn’t phonetic, then you’re absolutely correct.  The word is pronounced kern-el, but as you can see, there’s no r in the damn word.  According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word originated from coronel, and people would pronounce it as such.  Then it came to American mouths, but we kept the Latin-like spelling.  Great job, Americans!  We stole another word and fucked it up.  Not just that, but I was raised in the military, so I encountered the word on a regular basis.  For a good portion of my life, I had only ever read the word or heard someone say it.  And it was one of the first instances that I did not connect the two until I had seen the word in subtitles for a movie.  It was at that moment that it clicked for me.  The word I was reading wasn’t colon-el; it was kern-el.  It was then that I decided that I absolutely despised the word.
  2. Credentialize.  I first encountered this word during a work meeting where someone was trying to legitimize a partner to a client.  A manager had given praise to the person and said that “it was a great way to credentialize someone.”  I stopped her and asked what credentialize was.  My manager printed off the definition from the internet and handed me the copy because I didn’t believe it was a real word.  On my own, I did research for the word: nothing came up in OED or other trusted sources.  What I did find was that the word was considered corporate jargon, or a word that’s created by a company to either make people sound smarter or to simplify the conversation.  The proper phrase to use instead is actually “to establish credibility.”  I’m a big fan of slang and trying to make stuff sound simpler, but creating a long-ass word to make you sound smarter is stupid and a waste of time.
  3. Caramel pronounced as car-mel.  One big pet peeve of mine is when people don’t pronounce words phonetically, hence the reason why I avoid colonel.  I get it, some people are raised in different areas of the world and have different pronunciations for different words like tomato and tomahto.  And sometimes words aren’t phonetic.  But there are some things I can’t budge on, like skipping an entire fucking letter!
  4. Seen when used in I seen.  I may not be the best speaker or have the best word choice, but I do try to do well with grammar where I know what should or should not be used.  This is one of those instances where I’m pretty confident that I’m correct when the correct way is I have seen.
  5. Arnold Palmer.  As a disclaimer, I enjoy Arnold Palmer the drink, and I don’t have anything against the golfer.  The reason why I dislike this particular phrase is because it’s hard for me to say in regular conversation.  I stumble over the pronunciation, so I have to slowly say it whenever I ask for one at Chick-Fil-A.  I did some research on this one, and it turns out many people struggle with saying his name because it’s similar to a tongue twister in which your brain and tongue struggle to get the vowels and consonants out.
  6. K. I hate this letter when it comes to written communication.  If you have nothing to say, don’t fucking text or email me back with K.  Just don’t respond.  If the original correspondence requires a response, write a response.  For example, if I say, “I’m going to lunch.” You should say, “Great, have a good lunch,” or “Can you bring me back something?” or even just nothing works, too.  Don’t type K.  It’s a waste of time and to me it feels like it’s you’re doing me a favor for even responding.  No, fuck you and your K.
  7. They’re, their, there; two, too, to; you’re and your; it’s and its. I come across this most often in reading fan fiction.    This isn’t a word I actually hate, but it’s annoying when someone uses the wrong form of the word.  I will admit that I’ve guilty of this, but this is just bothersome because it’s an easy check!  The one with the apostrophe is a contraction.  Easy to check that one.
  8. Literally.  This one I started hating way back in high school when some of those preppy, prissy girls would exclaim that they were literally bored to death in class.  Really?  You’re actually bored to death?  Are you a zombie capable of thought and expression aside from brain consumption and unending hunger?  Well, I’m literally annoyed with your misuse of the word.
  9. Definitely.  Again, this isn’t a word that I actually hate, but I am annoyed by the fact that this one is consistently misspelled.  The most common misspelling I come across is defiantly.  To me, it looks like you’re defiantly using the wrong word to stick it to us grammar Nazis.
  10.  Should of, could of, would of.  It’s not should of, it’s should have as in, “I should have used the correct form of the phrase to avoid looking like an idiot.”

There you have it, my list of most hated words and phrases, as well as the reasons why.  It was actually hard for me to stay calm as I wrote this because I was getting heated as the list went on.  Maybe next time I’ll make a list of words I like or overuse.


A letter to the man in the white truck that almost caused an accident

Dear Shit Stain,

I want to say thank you for pulling out in front of my car in the middle of Garden of the Gods Road, which is the busiest, most dangerous road in Colorado Springs, especially at lunchtime.  Thank you for allowing me to test the durability of my brakes on my 2015 Jeep Renegade: they passed the Asshole Driver Test.  Thank you for staying in the way of my lane until a gap opened large enough for you to turn into that gas station you were in such a hurry to get to.  Thank you for renewing the faith I had in myself as an attentive driver.  Thank you for helping me to lose what little hope I had for the Colorado driver.  Thank you for taking up a good portion of my lunch bitching about shitty drivers.  Thank you for scaring myself and my pregnant friend who was the passenger in my car.  Thank you for causing a traffic jam for all the other people on the road that could have actually been in a real hurry.

But seriously, thank you for not killing me today.

Monika De La Rosa, an angry driver

Personal Experiences · Review

A local bar had terrible service

Over the weekend, I went to the movies to go watch Guardians of the Galaxy vol 2. (Great movie, but I’ll do a review in a later post.)  My movie theater of choice is the Cinemark at First and Main Town Center.  It’s situated in the center of an outdoor shopping plaza surrounded by several eateries and some shopping boutiques.  I prefer it for 2 reasons: I really enjoy the Cinemark experience, and it’s a 5-minute drive from my house.  My parents had accompanied me on this trip.

Upon arrival, each of us had gone our separate ways for different tasks: my mom to the boba tea shop for drinks, my dad to purchase the tickets and grab seats, and myself to buy fries.  We had gone at the 2:50 p.m. showing because it’d end right at dinner time, so we planned to get food afterward because there’d be fewer people inside the cinema.  At this time, there were no lines at any of the concessions or ticket booths, so the Cinemark staff was very attentive and quick to help.

After the movie, we decided on burgers and bar food for dinner, so we headed to our usual spot, Bar Louie.

Bar Louie is a restaurant/bar place that boasts a local feel.  It’s actually right next to the theater on the second level of the complex, so we head up and enter into the dining area.  Two hosts are sitting at the first table and tell us it’s all open seating.  My mom and I detour to the bathroom to relieve ourselves and discuss how she had fallen asleep during the movie because she had worked all morning in the yard.  My dad heads to the bar to grab a table.

When we head back, my dad leaves for the restroom, so my mom and I peruse the menu.  At this time, I’m waiting for a server to bring over some waters and to ask for our drink orders just like every other time I’d come here.  A server walks past our table and greets another group that sat down after we came in and then checks on the larger table next to us.  She then walks past us to the bar to refill some drink orders.

I become a little concerned because the place isn’t half-filled, and there are two groups of servers, each consisting of about 5 or 6 people, standing around and chatting with one another.  The server that checked on the two other tables drops off the drinks for those two tables and heads back to the group of people behind the bar to continue talking.

We decide to leave because we’re all hungry, so we set the menus back in their holder.  At this time, we’ve been in the place going on 15 minutes.  I know because I checked the time stamps on some texts I’ve sent while there.  As we head out, a server from one of the groups says, “Leaving so soon?”

“No one acknowledged us, so we’re not staying.  This is terrible service,” my dad answers.

Even though it was a short amount of time, I was insanely disappointed with the service that Bar Louie demonstrated.  As I stated earlier, this is a spot that we frequent after our many daytime movie ventures, so we were expecting a certain level of service from the place.  Every time we had come to the place previously, we were greeted as soon as we sat down, and the server would engage us in some nice conversation about the movie we had just watched.  And the last time that we were there, we learned that one of the servers was actually from my dad’s hometown, so we all ended up talking about growing up there.  Last time, our waitress was way friendly and super attentive, and this time, they couldn’t give a shit.

Across the plaza is Rock Bottom, a brewery-style restaurant under the Old Chicago umbrella company.  We walk over there and head to the bar. The bar is all open seating, just like Bar Louie, so we quickly find a table, and as soon as we sit down, a guy comes up to introduce himself as our server, takes our drink orders, and quickly brings us water in the meantime.  A vast difference to earlier.

Compared to Bar Louie, Rock Bottom was actually a lot busier.  Most of the tables were filled, and the place was loud.  Throughout the entirety of out stay, the place managed to get busier and a bit louder, but the waiter still check in on us frequently, and he brought our food out in a timely manner.  There was one moment when someone else had checked in on us, but I think it was because our server was busy delivering someone else’s food or drinks.

In retrospect, I am surprised we found a table as soon as we walked in. But I guess that goes to show that good food and good service will put cheeks in seats.  Yes, I did very much enjoy the atmosphere at Bar Louie during previous visits, but this time it put a bad taste in my mouth.  The drinks are good and the food is delicious, but I don’t think I’ll be back anytime soon.


Personal Experiences

A rant on boobs from someone who has a pair

I was at Target today perusing the lingerie section for a new bra when I came across the smallest adult-sized bra they carry: 32AA.  Now, I have never seen this size at all before.  I had only ever heard about it in passing several years back in an ad campaign for another lingerie company, but I could just be misremembering.  I was amazed, and still am, about the size of this bra!  It looks like it was misplaced from the girls’ section to the women’s section.  I was so intrigued by the novelty that I took a couple of pictures and texted them to my friends.

Some backstory for you: I am a larger-chested woman.  My bra size is actually 38DD

After I got over my wonderment, I realized smaller-chested women probably go through something like this when they see ridiculously larger bras.  There are some with cups larger than my head.  I could probably use one to parachute.

Then I started thinking about boobs and bras and all I’ve encountered with them.

For all of my post-pubescent life I have had large boobs, so that’s all I really know.  Once they settled in after first appearing, I was actually really happy about them.  I had built-in accessories that would help to emphasize my femininity.  I’d wear shirts that teased that I was capable of showing cleavage, like boat neck tees, henleys, and ribbed tanks.  Hell, I was even using my bra cups as pockets.  I still do it to this day.  You know, use what your momma gave ya!

Then as I got older, I realized that although big boobs helped with my identity, there was also a downside.  Or several.  For the sake of time, I’ll narrow it down to four.

  1. Wearing a bra is almost always a necessity.  Because of being a 38DD, if I were to go out in public, it’d be extremely obvious that I was not wearing a bra.  My boobs would be loose, separated, and lower than usual.  There’d also be far more jiggle than necessary.  Even with a large hoodie on, it’s still noticeable.  And it’s not just the look of the boobs, but in a cooler atmosphere, nipping out can occur.  Having witnessed a nipply situation on other people, it can be a bit awkward.
  2. Big boobs can and will be painful.  I do go braless when I’m at home, but it can become painful.  Jean-Denis Rouillon conducted a study at University of Franche-Comté regarding the benefit of bras to boobs.  The results: bras actually make boobs sag.  The chest muscles that support the boobs weaken with repeated use of bras causing them to sag sooner than nature intended.  That being said, I tend to hunch when not wearing a bra because my boobs are heavy and that’s how I compensate for it.  Not just that, but when I have to run or move quickly without adequate support, my boobs feel as if they’re heaving and swinging and pulling against my chest.  Totally not comfortable.  My usual gym attire consists of two sports bras to alleviate the jiggle.
  3. Shopping for a bra is daunting.  If you remember from earlier, I was at Target searching for a bra.  At all the Target locations in my town, the largest size they carry for bras is 40D.  Now, you may say, “But Monika, you said you’re a 38DD, why would you buy a bra at Target if they don’t carry your size?”  The answer is simple: I’m cheap and lazy.  The popular spot is Victoria’s Secret, and I’ve been known to indulge, but it’s expensive.  The last bra I purchased from there was $52.50.  For one bra!  So, I go to Target because they carry close to my size with bras for a quarter of the price.  I’d sacrifice double-boob to save $40.  Most women understand the struggle of bra shopping, you have to be in the mood for it because it takes a lot of patience and usually a full day for one bra.  Even if you do manage to find a bra, you’re limited by the color selection.  There’s mostly only blacks, whites, nudes, and occasionally one or two fun colors like a navy blue or deep red.  You don’t get the fun patterns or the bright colors, you just get saddled with the practical colors.
  4. Clothing can be a hassle.  What I mean by that is I’ve come across cute clothes that don’t and won’t fit because of my boobs.  Back in college, a Forever 21 opened up at the mall near my college, so a friend and I went to check it out.  There was a black top that caught my eye, so I grabbed the largest size they carried and tried it on.  I couldn’t even pull it over my boobs.  Because of that situation and other similar experiences, I shop mostly for looser, flowing tops.  Aside from the threat of ripped clothing, I also suffer from bacon shirt.  Bacon shirt is an affliction in which the wearer’s shirt will wrinkle across the cleavage due to the boobs stretching the shirt.  Usually bacon shirt is evident while the shirt is being worn, but occasionally the shirt will be stretched so frequently, that the shirt will maintain the overstretched shape.  Another issue is not being able to see much below the boobs.  If a stain or mark occurs on my shirt below my boobs, I won’t know about it until I look in a mirror or until someone tells me.  I once marked up a goldenrod shirt with a black pen right below my boobs, and apparently it had been there for a few hours, but no one told me about it until after lunch because they didn’t want me to feel embarrassed.

Given the struggle of larger boobs, I wouldn’t trade mine for the world.  They’re a big part of me.  No pun intended.  There are some good things about them, too.  I can fill out a low-cut dress or shirt very nicely, I can hide things in my bra like my wallet contents on a night out or lip balm on a daily basis, and I can use them for warmth when my hands get cold.  Just like everything else, there’s good and bad to large boobs.  And sometimes I just like to rant about the curse of big boobs.

Personal Experiences · Review

OrangeTheory gave me muscles

Last summer, I think maybe end of May, one of my coworkers invited me to a gym class that she swore up and down was going to change my life.  I was hesitant, mostly for the fact that she said the class started at 5 a.m. Yep, that’s five in the morning, way before the sun even gets up.  I didn’t want to, but I said yes just to appease her.  One of my faults/strengths is that when I promise someone I’ll do something with him or her, I will do that thing with him or her, even if I’m on my death bed.  So, at 4:30 that next morning, I struggled out of bed, got my gym clothes on, and met her on the curb in front of my house.  She was a ball of excitement, and I was fighting sleep that was trying to creep back in.  She was right, though: that early morning gym session changed my life.

Kayla had taken me to OrangeTheory Fitness.  OTF is a high-intensity, interval training class, which usually consists of anywhere between five and 30 people.  The class is led by a trainer or coach that leads you through the workout.  During the class, there are three areas of the gym that you workout in: treadmills, rowing machines, and a weight room.  On the treadmills, the coach leads you through three different paces: a base pace which is a challenging yet doable pace, a push pace which is either a higher incline for power walkers or a faster pace for runners and joggers, and lastly, an all out pace which power walkers max out their inclines and runners/joggers run and jog at their fastest pace possible.  On the rowers, the coaches lead you through the three paces, but focusing on lowering the split time, or the time that it takes to row 500 meters.  The base is 2 minutes 30 seconds, push is 2 minutes 15, and the all out is preferably less than 2 minutes.  The weight room, or strength floor, is actually just guided weight training with free weights and TRX bands.

This isn’t my gym, but this is all the equipment we use.

What’s different about this workout is that you’re trying to get your heart rate into what they call “the orange zone.”  There are five zones for your heart rate for the class, which are gray, blue, green, orange, and red.  The idea is that you spend a majority of the class in the green zone and at least 12 minutes in the orange zone.  The green zone is 71% to 83% of your max heart rate, something that’s determined when you take your first class.  The orange zone is 84% to 91% of your max heart rate.  There are TVs around the place that show your heart rate so that you can keep track of where you’re at.  The reason for the 12 minutes in the orange zone, or the Orange Theory, is that when you spend that time in that zone, you’ll burn between 300 to 600 calories up to 36 hours after the workout.  Each minute spent in the orange zone is considered one splat point.

And instead of body part focuses like arm day and leg day, OTF actually switches class focuses between endurance, power, strength, and a combo of the three.  Their reasoning is so that your body is continuously being worked out to improve our overall strength and fitness.

Now, we get personal…

For me, I really enjoy OTF for the fact that it is class-based and that the focus is the heart rate.  I have had a few gym memberships in my time, and I do really great going and working out, but some of the problems I had with them, like any other person, is consistently going to the gym and knowing how to use the equipment.  At OTF, the trainers took the time to talk to me and see what my fitness goals were.

When I started, my biggest goal was just to become fit.  I’ve always been overweight and trying to get down a few dress sizes, but nothing ever stuck.  But here, the staff, I feel actually tried to help me succeed.  I told the head trainer that my biggest goal was regarding my butt: I want a butt so amazing that I could star in a rap video.  Such a weird goal, but he told me it would be achievable, hard but achievable.

During my initial workouts, I was focusing on getting comfortable with the workouts and hitting the 12-minute goal.  At the time, I was only going three times a week.  I was new to working out consistently, and I didn’t want to overdo it.  It was fucking hard!  I was power walking on the treadmill: my base was a 1% incline and a 3.5 mph speed.  At these settings, I was able to remain in the upper green zone at around maybe 80% heart rate.  But because I was still new, I thought it was too much.  To me, I felt I was pushing too hard, so I’d want to slow down or quit, but after looking at the screens and seeing everyone else in the class, I knew I could do it.

My stats pulled form when I started.

OTF compiles all your data on their app, so that you can review your data.  As you can see above, I was fluctuating with my calories burned and my 12-minute goal, or points in the screenshot.  It was hard, but after the first few weeks, I was getting in the rhythm.  I wanted to get that bubble butt!  But what I really noticed was how toned everything was getting.  My thighs were getting firmer, my butt was getting perkier, and my arms were getting harder.  I was loving it.

Then winter happened.

Around the Thanksgiving, I started slipping.  I was only going a couple of times a week, and I was eating junk food, essentially preparing for Thanksgiving.  The good things were that everything was staying where it was at and I was spending more time in the orange zone, but I wasn’t improving: nothing was getting firmer, and my weight stayed steady.  I was stable, but I wasn’t getting to where I wanted to get.

My stats from the beginning of 2017.

Then, the new year came.

I made a New Year’s resolution, something I had never done before, and I told myself I’d stick to it no matter how much I wanted to quit.

It totally didn’t happen.

Then March came, and I decided to get my ass into gear and make some changes.  I started eating right, prepping meals, and going more frequently.  And not just going more frequently, I was challenging myself to do more when I wasn’t feeling the burn in my muscles.  I was upping my dumbbell weights, I was jogging instead of power walking, I wasn’t stopping while rowing.  I was doing all these things to improve and get better and to push myself.  I wanted to improve my overall health.

I wasn’t paying too much attention to my weight during this time.  Instead, I focused on how my body was feeling, both my state of being and physically how I felt.  I noticed I was happier and had more energy and not tired as much as when I started.  I also noticed that my muscles were hella firm!  Even when I wasn’t flexing!  Holy shit, I was getting strong!  I loved it!

And I think I succeeded!

Most recent stats.

I’m at the point now where I’m enjoying my new and improved body and sharing my successes with everyone.  For instance, this morning while I was getting dressed, I put on a shirt I hadn’t worn in a few months.  Before, I had a bit of stomach pooch sticking through the shirt.  Now, it’s actually loose on me!  As soon as I got to work, I showed everyone that was willing to listen to me brag about it.  I even went around and had people poke my thighs to show how rock solid they were!  Yeah, I’m that person now.

My favorite part is that my underarm wings are going away and my arms are getting so toned.  When I flex, I can see and feel a lot muscle definition.

Right now, there’s still a lot of work, but I’m so happy with the progress that I don’t want to stop any time soon.  I mean, I went to a class right before I started typing this out.

Stats from May 4th, 2017.

As you can see, I’ve burned almost 60,000 calories so far this year!  And not just looking at my numeric success, I also feel great!  And that right there, I think, is the biggest success.



Review: Get Out

First official post of the newly minted blog!  Who’s excited??!?!?! … Just me then.  OK, well here goes:

Also, spoilers below!!!!!

Get Out is the directorial debut film by Jordan Peele, who is best known for being one-half of the comedy duo Key & Peele.  The film came out in February of 2017 to much critical praise.  I’m a big fan of movie reviews both from experts and moviegoers alike, so when I saw the 100% rating, at the time, I figured why not.

I watched the trailer, and I was insanely intrigued!  It was a thriller!  One of my favorites!  Anyway, in the trailer, it shows a white girl, Rose, and her black boyfriend, Chris, going out to visit Rose’s family in some rich, suburban neighborhood.  The trailer pretty much screams that the movie is going to be about race, especially when Chris points out the fact that he’s black and dating a white girl.

I didn’t see the movie until about mid-March when the movie had been in theaters for a while.  But I went to a midday showing, mostly because there are fewer people in the actual theater, so less talking.  I got a large popcorn with white cheddar cheese and a medium sprite.  (Not the large or I’d have to run out to the bathroom halfway through the movie.)  The theater dimmed, and the movie started.

Chris is played by Daniel Kaluuya, a guy I recognized from a reality show episode of Black Mirror.  While on the trip out to her family’s house, Rose, played by Allison Williams, hits a deer.  This leads to an uncomfortably racial encounter with a cop.  Thus begins the first foray in cringey encounters.

Once they arrive at the house, Rose’s family tries too hard to welcome Chris by being overtly comfortable with his blackness, like her brother commenting on his physique or her father stating he would’ve voted for Obama for a third term.  They also have two black people employed, a gardener and a maid.  We also learn that her father is a neurosurgeon and her mom is a hypnotist under the guise of helping him quit smoking.  HUGE FUCKING RED FLAG!!!!

Later that day, Rose’s family prepares for a large party/barbecue for all their friends, all their white friends.  Again, Chris ends up in a situation where people make racially uncomfortable comments about how much they like black people to Chris.  He disappears to call his friend Rod, a comedic character who works at TSA.  After, he ends up meeting another black man, which leads to a startling fiasco.  Chris recognizes the guy, and takes a picture, the flash of which causes the man to freak out and scream at Chris to “Get Out!”  Chris forwards the picture to Rod, who states that that man is someone they know that went missing, along with several other black people.

Chris is made uncomfortable and demands that he and Rose leave.  While she is packing, Chris stumbles across a box filled with pictures of the black people working and visiting her family’s house.  He does not confront her about this.

During their attempt to leave, Rose and her family reveal themselves as the kidnappers.  They capture Chris, mostly due to the mom’s hypnotic techniques, and tie Chris up in their lavish basement.

While in the basement, Chris is strapped to a chair and watches a movie explaining why Rose’s family is behaving so weirdly: they believe black people to be superior physical specimens, so when the members of their community get old or sick, Rose lures a strong, young black person back home under the premise them being her partner to meet her parents, but instead, that person’s brain is removed and replaced with that of one of the community members.  That person’s life is then extended, and he or she gets to extend life by living as a black person.  The old or sickly person is chosen via an auction for the black person.  Creepy, right?

Meanwhile, Rod calls Chris’s phone where Rose picks up and tries to convince Rod that Chris has left.  She even tries to seduce him.  Rod doesn’t believe or trust her, and he even tried getting the police involved, but he’s on his own.  Rod is convinced that the rich, white people are kidnapping young, attractive black people to keep as sex slaves for their weird kinks.

Back to Chris!

Chris manages to escape his captors, even killing a few on the way.  Rose grabs a shotgun and attempts to hunt him down.  In his attempt to leave, Chris runs over the maid, and he sticks her in the car.  While driving away, we learn that she’s actually Rose’s grandma.  Grandma makes Chris crash, and the gardener, Rose’s grandfather, attacks him.  Chris gets the grandfather out his hypnosis, who then shoots Rose then himself.  Chris attempts to strangle Rose, but he’s interrupted by a car with sirens approaching.  (Chris called the police earlier which cause him to hit grandma.)

It’s actually ROD TO THE RESCUE!!!!!

Chris is finally safe, and he and Rod drive off into the night.

End Credits

The movie was insanely amazing!  It was well-written and well-shot, and it spoke about the racial tension some ethnic people still experience.  For instance, the scene where the cop asks for Chris’s ID even though he wasn’t the one that hit the deer was the scene to introduce the racial struggle to me.  Yeah, Chris touched on the fact that he’s dating a white girl at the beginning of the film, but this scene foreshadowed the rest of the film by depicting Chris being comfortable, well not comfortable but more familiar, with certain instances or injustices that white people don’t encounter.  A white cop rudely asks to see Chris’s ID, and Rose becomes offended for him because it’s her fault the deer was hit, not his, so she’s wondering why the cop is trying to involve Chris.  And then the rest of the film’s racial awkwardness just spirals from there.

The only times that Chris is truly uncomfortable is when he encounters black people that don’t behave or act similarly to him, like when he tries to fist bump someone, and the guys grabs his fist for a handshake instead.

The racial tones did make me uncomfortable, but Jordan Peele did a great job at breaking it up with humor.  He used Rod for that.  Honestly, Rod was my favorite part.  He cracked a bunch of jokes about white people being crazy, yeah, but it helped alleviate that tension.  He made it OK for people to laugh and stop squirming about the serious race issues.  And the fact that he attributed Chris’s rescue to him being TSA made it all the better.

“I’m TS-motherfucking-A.  We handle shit. That’s what we do.  Consider this situation fucking handled.”

Daniel Kaluuya did a great job at expressing his discomfort with each of the awkward situations he was in.  You could actually read the emotions on his face, especially in his eyes.  And then at the end when he started fighting, you could see his exhaustion and his willingness to survive.

Allison Williams, the crazy, white woman, was fantastic.  I liked her as Chris’s companion up until she revealed herself to be crazy.  Then, I just wanted her dead.  I always commend actors for the ability to make me them in their roles, and she was wonderful at being terrible.

Overall, I think Jordan Peele’s Get Out is an outstanding film.  It was thrilling and uncomfortable enough that I wanted to see how everything panned out.

10 out 10 from me!