freudian slips

as a sometimes film reviewer for sfstation, i spend a fair amount of time at the theater. and having learned that writing a scathing review is more satisfying than writing a nice one, i see my fair share of absolute crap.

one of the things i've come to notice is how often comedies-that-don't-make-me-laugh and romances-that-make-me-want-to-puke incorporate freudian slips into the dialogue. i'm not sure whether these screenwriters have never seen a movie before and think its clever or if they just want to show off their knowledge of psychoanalysis, but i do know its annoying.

now i'd always thought slips were an old wives' tale like the crust of the bread having more nutrients (i learned this wasn't true a few years ago), but to my surprise and chagrin, i proved this was not the case, and found myself a victim of such a faux pas.

during the disastrous meal that was la suite, i had waited in excess of an hour for my entree to arrive, throwing my body into a bout of hypoglycemia. so when my lamb chops - which tasted like they had been left out of the refrigerator -- finally arrived, i blurted out thank god instead of the customary thank you to the server.

so it appears that the freudian slip is a genuine phenomenon. it still doesn't mean they have to be part of every picture that comes out of southern california.