Confession time.

So yeah, I have a confession to make. I'm not really proud of it, but I really, really love bad movies. Like LOVE them. In fact, I think I love Netflix streaming so much because the bad movies that I'd probably be too ashamed to put on my queue? I can watch them straight to our BLUE-RAY PLAYER (thanks for showing me how, P.I.C.)

This is no revelation to myself. Nope. I have known this for years. I could never EVER turn off the movie Cry Baby. Same went with Friends 'Til the End. I love them. I love Lifetime. I love made-for-tv. I love all that bad stuff. It makes me swoon with happiness. In fact, I truly believe that the reason I loved this past weekend was because I had a marathon of bad movies.

The movie that really struck my fancy this weekend was Chicago Boricua. What drew me to this movie was the fact that it was filmed and takes place in Chicago. More specifically, it takes place in a neighborhood that is in my backyard. However, upon watching this movie, I have so many questions.

::::SPOILER ALERT::: 

DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU DO NOT WANT THE MOVIE CHICAGO BORICUA TO BE RUINED FOR YOU

When did Tata decide she wanted to be una Puertorriqueña? Clearly, her mother was white, living in the suburbs, and her birth certificate stated her name was "Amy" and claimed her ethnicity as Caucasian. How was she capable of speaking Spanish fluently (although truthfully, the movie did not have her speak much Spanish, it just had her with proper pronunciation)? Why did she choose to move to Humboldt Park? Why did she identify so closely with a Puerto Rican ethnicity? These questions pervaded my thoughts last night, so I had to insist that Miss Sass watch the movie to discuss. Sadly, Miss Sass told me she could only made it through half of the movie because she loved herself too much. Touché, Miss Sass. Touché.

So yeah, the truth is I love bad movies. But this is me, putting it out there. Come on, I can't plan a wedding 24/7. A girl has gotta have hobbies, even if they are embarrassing ones.