Observe and report

The MPAA finally caved to pressure regarding the film “Bully,” and lowered the rating to PG-13 from R. That makes it easier for target audiences to see it.

Good.

I don’t really understand why bad language and nudity is not OK, but people getting peppered with gunfire is just fine. (I should ask my mother-in-law. She once fled the room when a Victoria’s Secret commercial came on and told my brother-in-law we were watching porn. This is the same woman who sat through all of the über-violent “Battle Royale.”)

Bullying mystifies me. We’re all freaky in our own way. We should embrace that, right?

“Be yourself.” I guess it’s a trite phrase that is easier said than done. The older I get, the easier it is. I am who I am, for better or worse.

I have no shame. For example, I freely admit to:

• Loving Toby Keith’s “Red Solo Cup” and Luke Bryan’s “Country Girl (Shake It For Me).”
• And loving Hanson’s “MMMbop” and Britney Spears’ “Toxic.”
• And also loving the Ramones’ “Blitzkrieg Bop” and Hüsker Dü’s “In a Free Land.”
• While in high school, sneaking out of the house to see the Butthole Surfers at the Metroplex in Atlanta. (Apologies to my dad who reads my blog and may not know this.) They almost burned down the stage = best night ever.
• Ogling men. (Look, before you say, “Poor Eddie,” let me assure you he knows, rolls his eyes, and let’s me carry on. We’re married, not dead.)
• Being willing to break my marriage vows for Johnny Depp. (Eddie knows this too.)
• Being as fascinated by Christina Aguilera’s rack as Eddie is.
• Wanting a monster truck. (I used to drive a red pickup. I miss it.)
• Preferring raunchy comedies and D-grade horror movies over any of the crap I’m supposed to like. (“English Patient” and “Lord of the Rings,” I’m talking about you.)
• Sometimes telling my kids they are driving me batshit crazy.
• Having tickets to see Adam Ant in concert Sept. 29.
• Nursing an addiction to “Words With Friends” and “Draw Something.”
• Liking beer and wine more than fancy mixed drinks.
• Being a little bit of a hillbilly.
• Adoring the F word and its big sister, M— F—.
• Wanting to put bacon in everything.
• Thinking some plastic surgery might be a good thing. (A little Botox here and there …)
• Wanting desperately to go noodling.

Express yourself. Let your freak flag fly. I won’t judge. Instead, I’ll think you are awesome.