It is a bit terrifying that some women think that this and other movies of their ilk are documentaries, and that any right-thinking man is going to run through a goddamn rainstorm to embrace you in slow motion. You know what? It's cold out and this jacket isn't waterproof. Also, chances are that the people with this idea look as far off from Rachel McAdams as I do from John Cusack.As much as I'd love to deride this thread query as being stupid and smelly, I have to wonder at it's veracity. When I was forced by friends to watch that abysmal Sex in the City gonorrheaic movie adaptation, people in the theatre literally had tears streaming down their faces. Moreover, summed the experience as "you'll laugh, you'll cry, it's amazing". Was I the only girl in the world who likened watching it to being waterboarded at Guantanamo Bay?
PS I'd say dumb magazines like Cosmo and stupid chick lit books are worse for that shit.
I have not watched it and will never watch it as I feel this is most likely a fair comparison. I have also never seen the notebook as I fear I may go blind for it causing me to stab my own eyes out.Was I the only girl in the world who likened watching it to being waterboarded at Guantanamo Bay?
YES! This is the kind of romance I subscribe to, along with your newsletter.you know what real romance is? when i see a jar of gourmet blue cheese in oil at the store and i impulse buy it (i hate blue cheese) and send it to my gf in another city via a mutual lover when he visits her. THAT'S romantic in my books.
what if he's in the rain, whining like a little bitch instead of saving the world from 2012?this is a chicken-egg question.
Are women who watch romantic comedies more likely to have a distorted vision of romance and therefore ascribe to the romance in those movies, or do romantic comedies distort a woman's romantic expectations?
Kaniz has noted that there is a correlation between women who watch romantic comedies, and a certain set of expectations from men in relationships. Hard to tease out what the cause might be.
I appreciate all kinds of romance...down on one knee, bouquet of roses, door opening, jar-o-cheese sent from afar.
Ok, maybe i don't appreciate all kinds of romance. If a guy wrote a cheesy poem about me, i wouldn't be able to keep a straight face.