Roast Beast

Re: the title. When I was little, my father called roast beef "roast beast" for years, and I was probably five or six before I realized that wasn't really what it was called. I was even older before I realized why he called it that.

Anyway, I was reading this Slate article on Christmas movies when I came across this quip by Emily Bazelon, which may just rank as the greatest childhood memory of ever:

"When I was little, I used to turn off the animated How the Grinch Stole Christmas before the redemptive last five minutes. Without the ending, the movie is the ultimate fantasy for a Jewish kid with a case of Santa/tree/carols envy—Christmas, canceled."

I totally want to be this woman's friend.