Eden M. Kennedy

mission accomplished, pal

Eden M. Kennedy is the co-author (with Alice Bradley) of the book Let's Panic About Babies! (St. Martin's Press, 2011).

A former college-radio DJ, Mrs. Kennedy has driven cross-country six times in a 1973 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.

Currently she works at a nonprofit and is just about finished writing her first novel.

My Inner Thirteen-year-old Boy is Gay for Johnny Knoxville

My favorite part of Jackass: The Movie was Steve-O getting a tattoo of a happy face on his arm while riding in the back of a Hummer while Henry Rollins drove them down a corrugated dirt road. Bumping and bouncing and getting stabbed in the arm over and over again by a needle filled with ink. The resulting mess on his arm was horrendous. (Here's a picture of it after it healed.) Still, just looking at that picture makes me laugh. It's so stupid.

Why? Why is there also a part of me that watches that and says, "AWESOME!"

Jackson liked the part when the guy had a raw chicken hanging out of his jockstrap while he dangled himself over a pool filled with alligators.

Why did I let my five-year-old son watch an R-rated frat-boy piece of shit like that?

I have no one to blame but Netflix.

All right, maybe this disgusting head cold has destroyed my already weak sense of propriety. Maybe entertaining a sick child for five days in a row has left me flat out of energy for dot-to-dots, Candyland, and craft projects involving pipe cleaners and paste.

The whole movie is a fascinating object lesson in what not to do, ever, but my common sense finally kicked in when the guy was about to stick a Hot Wheels car into a condom and work it up his butt so they could take an X-ray WHERE'S THAT REMOTE LET'S GO INTO THE KITCHEN AND GET A SNACK WHAT DO YOU SAY?

Jack will have nothing to do with it. But now we're stoked for Jackass Two.