yeah, they're girly...so?

I have a friend with whom I have almost nothing in common. Still, she's one of my best friends, a wonderful person of deep thought and heart.

I digress.

One of the things that this friend and I do not (and may never) agree on is the matter of chick-flicks. You know the ones. Girl meets boy, girl hates boy, they fall in love and get married and live happily ever after. At least that's the basic theme.

But I like chick-flicks, at least the good ones. Yesterday I was feeling one, so I chose The Jane Austen Book Club and curled up with a blanket. It's sweet, so much better than I thought it would be.

My friend hates chick-flicks is because, to her, they aren't realistic. Things aren't always happily after and they don't always work out. Love is full of heartache and worry and confusion and pain. I don't disagree with her. But chick-flicks make me smile and warm my heart, not because they're full of possible scenarios for my life, but because it just magnifies the parts of life that make life worth living. Those fleeting moments when things do work out. There's too much pain and hate and not working out in the world for me to hate on the sweet stuff that makes me smile, just because it's not realistic.