Not only are we (the men) subjected to some long-winded, angst-ridden melodrama (i.e., two + hours of women fretting, "he loves me, he loves me not." - without a single special effect), but then comes the inevitable comparisons: "why aren't you more like Mr. Darcy?" Don't forget the ridicule should any of our friends see us going to such a film. It's psychological castration. And women wonder why so many men drink heavily.
Friday, November 11, 2005
On the subject of chick flicks....
Quote of the day from B (I really want to see the new Pride and Prejudice, but I'll be asking my roommates):
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Boooo on chick flicks!!
I prefer the more manly Chicken Little..
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