Don’t Worry, Darling

76kms of highway riding through flat flat farmland. Typical lunch break on the side of the road, leaning up against an electric/barbed wire fence, trying to avoid sitting in cow shit. It’s heartbreaking to see the land divvied up into private property parcels with not a slice of public land for kilometres. Even when you come across a lone tree to provide some much needed shelter from the sun, it’s usually behind a barbed wire fence. Arrived in Hamilton a bit early to check in with my Warmshowers family so I decided to go see Olivia Wilde’s new film, Don’t Worry, Darling. Dark, twisted sci-fi about a highly patriarchal dystopic world where women are held hostage in virtual realities to fulfill male dreams of the lost “golden age” of the 1950’s. Caught in a society of servitude and perfection, the women attempt to rage their way out. I remember coming out of the theatre feeling like the world had spun on its axis, all the white picket fences had a more ominous feel. My Warmshowers family was lovely, a couple with their young daughter. The guy had recently opened his own bike delivery company and was bopping busy. I got the chance to ride an E-cargo bike for the first time when I picked it up from the shop for them. A fun two night stay!Baca lagi