Wow. This is a really, really odd feeling. I appear to have developed a social life. I've been out three nights this week; Monday, to see Up, the excrutiatingly awesome Pixar film about the grumpy old man who's really, genuinly hurting inside and is actually very lovely, and then on for tapas at La Tasca; Wednesday, to my friend Kim's house, where I attempted to watch a film while Tim kept muttering cynical comments to stop me concentrating (and yes, they were mostly right, but that's not the point), and where I was beaten several thousand times at every Wii game in existance; and last night, to Hannah's house to watch Anna Wintour in The September Issue with Sarah and Han.
I was also beaten several times at Mario Kart Wii, last night, too. And, this morning, for that matter.
Considering I was at a sleep-over (Ed: <fake feminine American accent> "SLUMBER PARTY! LIKE, AWESOME!" </fake feminine American accent>), the biggest oxymoron in the history of time, I actually got a suprising amount of sleep, but I'm still absolutely zonked from all the homework, and coursework, and revision, and NaNoWriMo prep which I've been doing at the same time as having a life, for the first time in my life.
I think I'll just have to become a recluse for the next month, and write a novel, or something which will equally well ensure that I make no tiring human contact for a while, y'know?
Anyway, there was a point to this post, I swear, and I'm getting to it - 27 Dresses.
As every girl knows, there is nothing quite like vegging out on the sofa with a cuppa and a romcom when you're absolutely shattered, and my romcom of choice today was 27 Dresses.
If you haven't seen it, the trailer is in that there YouTube box, there. :)
The thing is, despite the fact that I love it because it's so cute and sweet and happy ending-y and all, I kind of hate it, too. For starters, the feminist in me is wondering why the hell this woman is so obsessed with weddings, and the fashion editor in me is largely appaulled with the costume choices, and the actual human being in me is melting at the cuteness and...
And this is my mental conversation at the moment. I thought I'd share the insanity, for a change (warning - includes hints of multiple personality disorder, and spoilers...):
Feminist in me (FIM): What? Why the hell is she so OTT about weddings?
Fashion Editor in me (FEIM): Because they're so pretty and all.
FIM: But women don't need men to exist. We can get along quite well without them thanks.
Actual human being in me (AHBIM): And she is. She just enjoys looking at the pretty dresses...
FEIM: *Nods approvingly*
AHBIM: And helping out her friends, and everything.
FIM: But still. Collecting wedding columns? That's pretty much conforming with every stereotype of a desperate single woman that there is!
AHBIM: But she's not a desperate single woman. Alright, yes, she is single, but she's not desperate...
FEIM: (Under breath) She must be, if she's wearing some of those dresses...
AHBIM: Besides, this is a relatively non-misogynistic romcom! Jane and Kevin -
FEIM: Lol. He's called Kevin.
FIM: Did you just "Lol"?!?
AHBIM: Ahem. Speaking here. Jane and Kevin are pretty much equal, anyway. He just helps her realise who she truly is and what she truly needs. It's sweet.
FIM: But she shouldn't need him to do that! She should do that herself!
AHBIM: But... But... But...
FEIM: At least she makes all those bitches -
FIM: You did not just call your sisters "bitches"!!!
FEIM: At least she makes all those bitches wear there disgusting dresses at the end...
So. That's my mind. I know, I know - I have issues. Please. Help me - tell me what you think, and stop my mental argument.
Mental, that is, in both senses of the word.
LoveLoveLove
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