An Old Normie and a Boy from the Hood Watch ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’ Together

Normie: I’m a normie. Until the last few years, I had no idea how much evil existed in our world. I was ignorant of the horrors my countrymen lived through. I didn’t know how it affected their minds. I was unaware that I was affected. I was blind to my own history, my own sins. My ears were shut to loving my neighbor as myself.

Boy: I’m a little boy. My first memories are of sexual abuse. Those weren’t the first abuses. All those memories are stored in another me. I’m not conscious of many of them. That protects the man in charge. He’s 62. I just want to be a kid. I want to be heard. I want to be loved and safe.

The Party

Normie: We watched ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’ together. I saw a father pulling off an over-the-top birthday party for his teenage son. It included kids everywhere, overflowing out onto the street, police pressing the homecoming mother with noise ordinances and the fact that livestock can’t be kept in a residential neighborhood.  A gaggle of geese were being herded along the sidewalk, a goat was eating the mom’s flowers, a sheep is standing on her welcome mat. Her husband is dancing to The Beastie Boys “Jump Around” with their son and another boy…on the dining room table. A pony eats the birthday cake she just brought home. Her daughters are dancing in the mix of kids, streamers hanging from the ceiling and music blaring. 

She has a right to be upset. She obviously had a restrained birthday evening planned and she comes home to a parent-child who’s not only upstaged her, but set an over-the-top example for their children. She stands slack-jawed in utter disbelief.

Boy: I felt hot and sweaty watching this. The dad is in the middle of a threesome on top of the table with his son and another boy. Their feet are where a family eats dinner. They use ponies to hurt kids. This mom doesn’t know what’s going on. Most do. Grownups, like the dad, use fun parties to keep kids from telling.

The Crossdressing

Normie: I’m watching a man, recently separated, concoct a fantastical plan to be a regular part of his kids’ lives. He overwrites the mom’s ad for a nanny, ensuring the wrong number is published and nobody will apply. Then he assumes the role of an older British female character who is rich in warmth, wisdom and quips only the audience gets. He goes to his gay makeup artist brother for a mask. He wears a wig, a female body suit, a homespun dress and comfortable shoes. He gets the job and starts imposing the structure he couldn’t consistently provide as a father.

Unusual, but lighthearted, so what’s the harm? 

Boy: This is normal. Lots of dads dress up as women when nobody is looking. When they abuse you, they are dressed as a woman so kids grow up to not like women. Women were a gift from God. They don’t like God. They want it to be only men. They make it fun and let you hang out with them. They pay attention to you. Then they hurt you. Then they’re nice again. It makes you confused. You can’t tell the man-women apart from the women-women sometimes. You’re always looking for the nice ones to get mean again. 

He went behind her back about the phone number. He’s wearing a costume. It’s not funny. 

The Manic Switches

Normie: I’m seeing slapstick renditions of a man getting in and out of costume, most often in a bathroom. After a while, the humor becomes sad. He needs to be a man for the child protective services agent who comes to inspect his apartment. He needs to be Mrs. Doubtfire to take care of the kids. He needs to be a man for his new job working at a television production company. The humor comes when cracks start showing in the dressing and the makeup. Cake frosting to cover for a lost mask, dentures falling into a glass.

Boy: This makes me hot and sweaty. The longer it goes on the crazier it gets. The person underneath is scared and is breaking through. The other is pushing them back. I learned about this. It’s not mania. It’s called dissociation. You try so hard to stop it because your mind is breaking into another section. There’s so many sections. It’s confusing. Am I a boy or am I supposed to act like a girl? I just want to be loved and safe.

The Heimlich Maneuver

Normie: Mom’s old boyfriend shows up and takes the family out for dinner. Mrs. Doubtfire sneaks into the restaurant kitchen and adds a heap of spice to the boyfriend’s shrimp dish. When he takes a bite, he chokes so violently he inhales the shrimp. Mrs. Doubtfire jumps into action and gives him the Heimlich Maneuver. Her arms are wrapped tightly around the man’s middle. She is very violent in administering the procedure. It goes on and on. It goes on too long. I’m feeling uncomfortable. Finally, they fall on the floor, on top of each other, and the shrimp is forced out. The physicality of watching two men interacting with each other is shocking. Everyone in the restaurant is watching.

Boy: This is how the man-women are with kids. It hurts and goes on too long. It feels like they’re crushing your ribs. You can’t breathe. They say they’re trying to save your life. It’s not true. It’s twisted up in their minds so they believe what isn’t true. 

The Ending

Normie: The father gets an apartment and fixes it up. He gets a job starring as Mrs. Doubtfire in a children’s television show. He defends himself in court. The walls break down between mom and dad and she agrees to let him take the children after school. Interestingly, the kids were involved in the hiring process. This time mom and dad made the decision. No spousifying the children, which is a form of abuse. The parents lead together and then inform the kids of the decision. 

In the final scene, dad shows up as himself, awkward, but grateful to be with his kids. I’m sad that this beautiful family can’t be together again. It’s obvious, he’s been through a lot, has righted himself to whatever degree we’re allowed to see. It still feels sad to me, as the child of a divorce, that the mother can’t seem to forgive enough to reconcile the family. 

Boy: I feel so bad for the little girl. I don’t want her to get hurt. I’m scared for her. I don’t want her to go with him. I want it to stop.  

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