I hate chick flicks. They are formulaic, and
usually somewhat depressing, and always so far from how relationships are
in real life that they are more than a little frustrating. That's how I
felt for most my life. I would cringe whenever I saw Ashley Judd in a TV promo,
knowing that if I were seeing a girl at the time would want to drag me to
see it. Then talk for a week afterwards about how sweet it was, and soon
there after that start bitching me out for not being willing to jump off a
moving train to rescue the pink hankie she never carried around that her
grandmother never gave her on her death bed. Ultimately I end up being
hated by a girl because I'm not Patrick Dempsey, and never will be.
But here’s an interesting turn on that particular situation, since
I am in fact not a dude, and I do have monthly visits from my aunt
flow, which leave me emotional, with horribly tender breasts, and
most importantly, completely irrational, I do enjoy a
good, “lady-empowerment” Cameron Diaz/Uma Thermin /Jennifer Aniston
movie, preferably if it also has a somewhat homely best friend who gets
The, or at least A guy in the end.
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