A while back, I talked about my disdain for the movie the “Blind Side.” This was after Sandra Bullock won an Academy Award for playing the lead character, a real person named Leigh Anne Tuohy.

I’m not a nice person. I often rant and rave and judge. Often.  But I gotta level with you: this movie bugs the holy tar out of me. I don’t know why I watch it. Since seeing it in movie theaters a while back, I’ve watched bits and pieces of it.

Always, I sit there and say, “Oh give me a break! Come on!”

Now, before I get a huge bunch of feminists after me, I want to say up front I am totally OK with strong, female characters in movies and television.  There’s nothing wrong with being strong, independent and tough if you are of the female gender.

My problem is that we have no shows or movies telling us what we really need to hear: men all over the world have dropped the ball. Men are supposed to take care of the families. I didn’t say they were supposed to rule the family and I didn’t say women couldn’t do it. What I said was, men are supposed to take care of the families. It’s in the Bible.  That’s it; take it or leave it.

Now, Mr. Tuohy is a fine guy and doesn’t look like milquetoast in the movie at all. However, the main spotlight is on the wife. She sits on the sidelines of football practice and suddenly bursts out of the stands in her expensive clothes and high heels. She makes her way past the coach, slaps him on the butt and marches into the huddle, proceeding to tell two or three players what to do.

We are supposed to think it’s funny that she swats the coach’s rear end and we are supposed to think it’s funny when she calls a short football player “oompa loompa.” If some man were to swat her butt or if some man were to call her child “oompa loompa,” she’d have her big old fingernails waving up in somebody’s face.

“You threaten my child, you threaten me.” She’s tough, and in case you forget it, there will be a reminder in a few minutes.

If you were to do a little research into the movie, you’d find that it was Mr. Tuohy, not his sassy wife, who first befriended the African-American boy they eventually took into their home. However, I’m sure the script writers found the wife more entertaining and decided to make her the main focus.  OK, I get it.

But seriously,  folks. Why do we think that smart-mouthed, up-in-your-face woman is so entertaining? It’s OK that she’s tough. It’s OK that she does nice things for others. It’s even OK that she has opinions on football. I just wonder why we gotta have it all shoved down our throats?

As I sat watching the film, as I often do, I started to think about columns. I actually thought of other ideas that stem from this particular movie: no joke.

I’ll probably space them out so that I won’t bore you into unconsciousness. But stay tuned for more “spin-offs” topics regarding this movie.

There is so much more to say.