Daily Prompt from two days ago:
Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry? Tell us about a recent tear-jerking experience!
Fuck the haters. Those that say men can’t cry. They’re “pussies” if they do. They’re “girly” if they do. Fuck that noise.
Anger and bitterness aside, there are also the haters that scoff at the notion. “It’s just a movie,” or “You cried over that?” Nah, man, you don’t get it. Good art is supposed to evoke emotions in you and the best kind of art — whatever the viewer, listener, observer, etc. relates to or derives from that experience — then leads to a physiological reaction, re: crying.
There’s nothing wrong with crying. Nothing. I cry from movies, songs, pictures, etc. all the time. The latest? Probably Eminem’s “Headlights” about his mother and regrets he’s had. Here’s the song:
Some background fills in the gaps. He wrote a song years prior called, “Cleanin’ Out My Closet,” that was bitter as all fuck against his mother. She sued him. There were a lot of issues there, but this song, in line with Eminem’s maturation as not just an artist, but as a person, is something of an olive branch. He disavows “Cleanin’ Out My Closet” and basically thanks her for being “my mom and my dad.” And he shifts more of the blame (with hindsight now) to his “deadbeat dad.”
“I’ll always love you from afar…because you’re my mom.” Goddamn.
It gets me, man. The last movie? I’d have to really rack my brain for that. I can’t remember; my memory sucks. But it was probably not that long ago…