A Cinderella Story

I'm currently watching Pretty Woman on TBS (they always know what I want to watch, I swear they're mind readers), and it got me to thinking. When I was a kid, I used to want to be Vivian (Julia Roberts' character, in case you haven't seen it in a while). Like, we used to compete over who was allowed to name their Barbie Vivian, until one of us got a red-headed Barbie and got to keep the bragging rights forever. I know - great story. If you have time, I'll tell it again. Irregardless, Gary Marshall did something magical with this movie. He was able to convince millions of young girls (I know I wasn't alone in this) that even if they actually became a hooker in Hollywood with cracked out friends, a rich and successful man (with a midgety, boorish friend), would come and rescue them, literally on a white horse. Plus, I wanted the clothes. The dress she wears to watch the polo match I'd still buy and wear in a heartbeat. With the hat, natch.
Sorry, I couldn't quickly find a full length picture that had the dress, as I'm lazy and didn't look very hard. But this should trigger a memory of the dress and it's fabulosity. Oh, I also love this movie because it reminds me of how fuckable Richard Gere is, despite the whole gerbil rumor. He was a hottie back in the day! (ok, ok, I'd still do him) Also, I think it might have introduced the idea that if you aren't being kissed (on the mouth) during sex, your partner might be thinking that you are a prostitute. Ok, well probably not literally. Is it universally true that prostitutes refuse to kiss on the mouth? My limited experience in the field (i.e., watching Pretty Woman) says yes, but I'm guessing that's probably not true. And on the other end of the spectrum, I've had sex without kissing, and I know I'm not a prostitute. So there!

Point is, I pretty much cannot come across this movie on tv without watching it all the way through. Just like Clueless, and a few others.

Then what IS snooping?

If you haven't visited Postcards From Yo Momma yet, do it now. I guarantee you will recognize your mom in one of these crazies. Although some moms are clearly crazier than others. For example:

"Well, I went ahead and found your W2 online and filed your taxes. It doesn’t count as snooping, since you weren’t calling me back and I couldn’t wait any longer. You will get a refund. Maybe next year you can do this yourself.
Love, Mamu"

Ok, I'm probably lazier than the next girl, and would happily hand over my W2s to my parents to take care of (although they'd laugh me out of the room if I were to try it). However. I would seriously kill the same parents were they to "find" my W2 (be it online or elsewhere) and do my taxes for me. Irregardless of whether I return a call, I do not expect/anticipate/accept my parents just doing my taxes for me. But then again, at what age is that considered inappropriate? My parents also don't pay for my rent/car/bills/insurance, and I have a few friends (my age) who can't say the same. Does that mean that Mom is filing taxes too? Not that I'm judging (well maybe a little). But, is this a case of parents doing to much for their kids, or going overboard with the ridiculous amounts of snooping, or both? Because while I can picture a certain friend actually expecting her parents to file her taxes, I'm pretty sure she'd flip out if they just "found" her W2. Isn't that like a diary, or credit card bills, or medical charts, which are not meant for the general public?

Then again, this anonymous poster got a refund, and I can't say the same. Maybe if my parents had found my tax info online, they would have found me money too.