had to figure out what possibly could have happened to her to make her want to
hurt an innocent baby. Something that would equal that act. In the animated movie, she had no wings. She just threw her robes open like wings. I
thought, ‘Is that it? Did someone take her wings?’ They stole her soul and her
heart had to turn cold. I knew that was the right answer. We depicted it in a
way that is horrible, yet you can tolerate it and still feel it. Angelina does a
great job in portraying her anguish.
According to results from the National Youth Risk Behavior Survey, the rates of sexual intercourse among high school students decreased between 1991 and 2007, while the rates of condom use increased. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report that between 1988 and 2010, the percentage of teenage girls who were sexually active dropped from 37 to 27. And the age at which both men and women lose their virginity is going slightly up, not down (61 percent of Americans have had sex by the time they’re 18). As for college students, a study of a national sample of 1,800 young people who have completed at least one year of college recently found that percent of respondents reported that they had sex weekly or more, compared to percent of students from an earlier era. Meanwhile, the number who said they’d had more than two sexual partners since turning 18 stayed almost exactly the same. (It’s a matter of conjecture why these numbers are changing, but some sociologists chalk it up to the inherent caution of a generation raised by helicopter parents.)
Miss Wyoming (2000): Coupland's fifth novel modishly matures the generation he christened (Generation X) via a lonely pair of thirtyish Hollywood burnouts in search of meaning. Devotees will recognize the characteristic blend of hip cultural references, ambient low-grade humor and an unravishing love tale involving dead-enders living in hope of hope. The romance is a fragmented affair that resolves itself in this concluding, nullifying phrase: Whatever came to them next would mercifully erase the creatures theyd already become as they crawled along the plastic radiant way. What leads up to that F. Scott Fitzgerald envoi is the story of John Johnson, a maker of mega-selling trash flicks for teens, who falls ill, has a vision and leaves Hollywood behind for the joys of dumpster diving in the Southwest; and Susan Colgate, a veteran of kiddie beauty pageants whose generous half-hour of sitcom fame has ended and whose airliner takes a nosedive into a field in the Midwest, leaving her miraculously unharmed. The two meet in a restaurant, take a walk down Sunset in the afternoon and are mutually enchanted. Despite their efforts to meet again, flashbacks, flashforwards and sitcom misfortunes intervene. Susie's mom Marilyn, broke, deprived of an airline settlement and abandoned by her resentful daughter, kidnaps Susie's infant Eugene, a child conceived and born during her anonymous lost year immediately after the plane crash and John, with the help of young lovers Ryan and Vanessa, begins his search for Susie. They all end up in Wyoming, mother and daughter reconciled, mother and infant reunited and Susie and John heading out for the plastic radiant way.