So Tuesday night my wife and I went to the movies. We went to see "The Holiday." This is maybe the ultimate of chick flicks. I mean it was probably the most chickie movie that I have ever seen, and I liked it. That's right, I liked it a lot actually. It was touching and funny and clever. Just liking this movie may have made me a bit of a girl, but it gets worse. There was a really touching part to the movie that brought tears to my eyes, none rolled, but tears came to my eyes nonetheless. It wasn't even a sad part of the movie, but a happy and touching part. What kind of man cries when the movie is happy? I do. The kind of man that I am is that kind of man. Sure I called myself a girl, but the truth is that any man should feel okay to cry at any time in their lives. We have double standards everywhere in our society, and this is one that is unfair to men. I think that it is time for the world to accept that men have feelings other than lust. We don't just like sports and action, but also like a romance and love. Of course, we suck at it sometimes, but I blame society for this. We aren't allowed to be in touch with those things unless we are gay, which is assinine. Why should just gay guys know something about romance? Anyway, I think I might be just justifying that fact that I cried at a movie that my wife didn't cry at. That's right, she didn't cry. The woman cried for like three hours after "Life as a House," which was really sad, but doesn't shed one single tear when I have the urge to cry at a movie. I think I'm done with this. Feel free to cry, even if it is at what a loser I am.
Later,
Mark
2 comments:
True, I did cry at "Life as a House" and "The Holiday" was very touching, but to be fair, I did have chills from head to toe, which perhaps overshadowed the need for any tears.
I know why you cried. Apparently, you're a prepubecient little girl. I think with little blond pigtails and a lisp. Grow a pair and go see Casino Royale.
B
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