Um, how about... NEVER.
Matt and I were watching Everest last night, and I was just appalled. More than appalled. Pissed. Angry. Incredulous. And many other ten cent words that are synonymous with "mad".
Obvious background story - Everest is the story of a bunch of climbers' journeys to the top of Everest. I have always wondered what would compel people to do something so obviously dangerous. I now know - the only thing they care about is themselves and some stupid dream of being one of the few to accomplish something.
If you don't want to know what happens in the movie, stop reading now.
The narrator of the movie chronicles what happens when one of the groups of climbers gets caught in a blizzard after leaving middle camp. One of his good friends is among this team of climbers, and never makes it down.
He had a wife that was 7 months pregnant at home!
I realize that this guy lost his life, and it is really wrong of me to criticize his soul, but WTF??!?! What the hell could compel you to think that leaving your pregnant wife at home to go climb the highest and most dangerous peak on planet Earth was a good idea? Why would you risk your life knowing that you could possibly be abandoning your wife and unborn child?
The narrator then had the AUDACITY to call the climbers courageous.
Leaving a pregnant wife to go fulfill some personal dream that kills you is not courageous. It's fucking selfish.
I was livid. I started yelling at Matt. And swearing. And then I yelled at the cat when I went in the kitchen. And I stayed pissed all night, and was still angry when I woke up this morning.
I think I love this woman!