Growing up we got peppered with all sorts of anti-drug campaigns, which cemented my fear of ever feeling out of control, so I only smoked and drank on occasion. And then I quit. That is, until I started watching Mad Men.
The transition from love to disdain has long fueled pop culture. And while Mom Code dictates that "hate" is a strong word, the feeling runs rampant when a relationship ends. So how thin is the line that separates life's most compelling dichotomy, really?
Sure, we got sad when Bambi's mom died. But after watching Pixar's latest, which has tiers of jokes for both kids and adults, one scene was particularly jarring. Except no one else in the theater seemed to think so.