Making the decision on how to rate movies must be a tricky situation. Since we don’t have any children, we don’t really give a damn about ratings. It’s my rule to keep things pretty clean when writing, but there is no way to watch a movie such as, “The Big Lebowski” without the glorious F bomb explosions. That’s why I only watch TV when Seinfeld is on or a baseball game is being played which includes a lovely display of profanity by the players, my wife and her husband watching. I ain’t no Saint.
One of my six favorite sisters once told me, “Kids are overrated”. I thought that was funny. But, sadly, it made some sense. We do have two gigantic dogs and I find them underrated. We don’t have to save money to send them to college. We don’t have to explain to them why unions are a phony way to get by in the U S of A. (I actually respect unions….but I don’t respect the abuse of unions). Our dogs play catch with me each day, whether it’s outside, in the office, or on the top of our house. A tennis ball or baseball to them is like a beer to me. They just have to have one…..or one hundred.
Ultimately, what’s underrated about dogs and children are their smiles. Dogs smile just like wonderful children, but unlike dogs, many children use profanity just like they are in a local tavern. Rated R for ridiculous.
I’d hate to know what our dogs would like to tell us some days. So far, our dogs are rated G……for good.