What is these momz

A couple weeks back I sat on a porch with about ten completely rad women, 9 of whom were momz. I know them, I know their kids -- in fact, I know some of their kids better than I know the momz in question. (Why? Well, because I volunteer, and the kids are cool with recognizing that I am one of them, just in a bad, very short adult disguise.)
In real life, I'm going to be 30 this year, and this is... AWFUL. I cannot be 30. I CAN'T. This is a real problem.
My sister and I were talking about this a while ago, and she divulged to me this theory that maybe people have a "true age." This was her theory, because she felt like she was arriving into her true age; that is, she noticed she was feeling happier, more at home in her body, and more fully herself than she had ever felt. In fact, she guessed she would reach her true age in a couple of years, because she was at that time becoming a mom and finding so much meaning in that work.
YEAH. SOUNDS NICE.
I'm pretty sure my true age is... 7.
It makes sense if you think about it, since I'm basically doing my damnedest to make a living using my IMAGINATION. If you were wondering, people stop calling your powerful imagination a good thing sometime around age 8, and they try to beat it out of you. So age 7 makes sense as a time when I would have peaked.

Actual portrait of T, age 7

But all this is old news, as anyone who knows me can tell you.
Anyway, let's talk about Zootopia. I give this movie a C. Cute animation, and a good (if heavy-handed) metaphor-vehicle about prejudices and racism. I thought Ginnifer Goodwin did a pretty kick-ass job voicing the little bunny, but Jason Bateman fell victim to lackluster writing for the fox and also seemed to be high on cold meds during most of his voice-performance. The structure of the movie seemed solid to me, but it just didn't have any sparkle.
In fact, the whole thing just needed the volume turned up. The climax is so... blah. OF COURSE the fox is going to pretend to "go savage" at the end. OF COURSE that damn tape recorder carrot pen is going to be someone's undoing (even though, OF COURSE, I totally want one.) It was such an exhausted plot device by that point... yarg. Built-in marketing much?

And the evil mouse empire takes your money

Right. Well, if you're surprised by my hash criticism of this movie, then so was I. Why does this bug me?
Because I don't have that thing. I'm not a momz. That mom thing, whatever it is, I don't have it. I very well might end up someone's mom someday, I'm not saying I won't, I'm just saying the idea of pregnancy and birth and especially parenting doesn't thrill me, and it never has. But you know what idea does thrill me??? Giving something better than Zootopia to the next generation. YO. I'm effing TERRIFIED of being 30, but it's because I want/need to leave something behind, and I suspect it's not going to be a tiny human or two. That might happen, and I'm sure I will love the stuffing out of whomever they turn out to be, but whatever I do, I also have to make the world a better place for the tiny humans that already exist to grow up in, and they deserve EXCELLENCE, ya'll. EXCELLENCE! Which, to me, looks like, I don't know, something like Up that will reduce you to a heap of emotional rubbish in the first 15 minutes, or at least as something as gorgeous as Beauty and the Beast, or at least anything constructed with even a shade of the precision as Finding Nemo. Hell, I'd even settle the manic, flight-of-fancy of the Lego Movie.
Momz, I'm sure you know: these films are more than partially raising your kids. And that, in a weird way, is how I am one of you.
Although not. But I can recommend some really, really good books and movies for your kids, k? Keep doing THE GOOD WORK (tm).