Sunday, May 20, 2007

I want love. Just a different kind.

I am somewhat cynical when it comes to the whole happily ever after thing. I admit that. It’s not that I don’t believe in fairy tale endings because I totally do. Only difference is that in my fairy tales the evil witch kills off the princess and succeeds in getting the handsome armor-clad prince to drink her supernatural witch juice rendering him unable to think for himself or ever, ever leave her.

I love it when the bad girl wins and the good girl dies a painful death due to cyanide laced apple pie or some other equally tasty but absolutely deadly baked-good.

That’s why chick flicks make me want to pull my own hair out strand by strand. Unfortunately I occasionally find myself smack dab in the middle of one of them. I wind up watching the entire thing because much like many of my relationships, I figure if I stick with it, maybe it’ll eventually get good.

Or someone will die.

The Evil Red-Headed Berta Lou is a chick flick kind of girl. Some months ago she insisted I watch “The Notebook”. If you aren’t familiar, I demand you NetFlix it without delay if for no other reason than to prove right what I am about to say.

Here’s how this piece of estrogen-dipped film works on those of us with ovaries:

If you are in a happy relationship (in other words, if you are in a brand new relationship where your man has never forgotten to flush the toilet after a dinner out at Bubba’s Mexican Buffet or has begun to think the words “I brushed my teeth” are foreplay), this movie makes you love him even more. You imagine that your love is the greatest love ever and the person who wrote “The Notebook” must have somehow written it especially about you and your Prince Charming.

If you have been in a relationship for more than six minutes however, “The Notebook” gets you to thinking about the one that got away. What if your current partner wasn’t really The One for you? What if that guy you met in a bar in 1992 was actually your one great love and stupid you dumped him because you didn’t like the way he said “wash”.

That’s the thing about chick flicks. They aren’t a harmless waste of time. They are cinematic evil as they invariably cast a spell on their audience and quickly turn fairly sane women into blubbering idiots who take one look at the guys sitting next to them and immediately begin to compare and contrast.

Believe me they will. And when that evaluation gets underway, no man, no where, no how will measure up.

To my mind, chick flicks are to the institution of marriage what Sammy Hagar was to Van Halen. An entirely avoidable devastation.

However, in the interest of being entirely truthful, I must tell you there are two chick flicks which break all the rules and should be required viewing for all humans in the entire universe.

“Gone with the Wind”… because Scarlett proves once and for all bitchy Southern women are far superior to nice women named Melanie.

And “City of Angels”… because the ending is completely true to life. The minute you are truly happy, you are run over by a semi.
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15 comments:

The Drive-by Blogger said...

Hey, I'm no handsome armor-clad prince, but you could pour me a cup of supernatural witch juice anytime.

Sher said...

Of course you realize we're engaged now.

Stella said...

What if that guy you met in a bar in 1992 was actually your one great love and stupid you dumped him because you didn’t like the way he said “wash”.


No man who says "warsh" can ever be The One. Ever.

Sher said...

Stellllluuuuuuhhhhhhh!

Truer words were never spoken.

Jami said...

... or "wawsh". Trust me.

Sher said...

I do, Jami. I totally trust you.

Nancy said...

So yeah, I may have been too judgmental in my senior, dumping the most popular guy, quarterback, BMOC, 'cuz I caught him PICKING HIS NOSE .... now I wonder what ever happened to Carl?

Nancy said...

*Thats ... "senior year"

Sher said...

Darlin, nose picking... even when done by the big man on campus, is game over.

I assure you that Carl lives in a tiny trailer with someone who loves cats and collects porcelain unicorns.

BTW, how very Marcia Brady of you.

Jami said...

And the person Carl lives with is named "Donald". You saved yourself a lot of grief.

Sher said...

The Adventures of Donald & Carl. Isn't that a new show on Bravo?

Jami said...

It's on Logo.

Nancy said...

Thanks ... you all validated my action to dump the nose picker! *smiles*

Alpha Dude 1.5 said...

I actually enjoy some of those "Chick Flicks".
The Notebook was terrific, and have you seen "The Lake House"?

Awesome.

Sher said...

Alpha Dude,
I have not seen it but I feel certain I would rather spend two hours sticking a fork in my eye. I'm missing the Chick Flick gene. I think my Mother fell down a lot when she was pregnant with me.