I missed a great opportunity last weekend. I was home alone because my husband left me to spend time with his in-laws - meaning my family. That could be a story in itself, but the point is that I had a fluffy couch and newly made bed all to myself, and I didn't even rent one chick flick.
I was feeling under the weather. so I wasn't even up for a Turner Classic Movie on cable.
One of my friends pointed out that I was a fool to not take in at least three chick flicks to reconnect with the Bronte sister within.
She's right. I'm tired of walking into rooms to hear, "Bad boys, bad boys. Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?" broadcast at high volumes from our FOX affiliate.
When I say I wished I had watched a chick flick, I might be using the wrong term. I don't like predictable plots about hookers who marry their rich and handsome clients. The kind of flick that gets my pick makes me think and pulls at my heart: movies like "Life is Beautiful" or "An Affair to Remember."
To get the "chick" stamp of approval, a movie should be the perfect blend of drama/comedy/tragedy/ and ROMANCE. Please note the absence of the word action in my description.
I don't feel too sorry for my missed opportunity last weekend because I'm spending an extended Labor Day weekend with a couple dear chicks this year. I think I might suggest a trip to the nearest video rental outlet.
Two of my closest friends and I are gathering for a little carefree fun on Lake Michigan before one of them becomes a mom in November. We can sit on the beach and imagine Bette Middler singing "You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings," or we could fry up some green tomatoes or we could form part of an all-female baseball team.
I don't think anyone would consider the secrets of these ya-ya sisters worth a movie deal, but we'll certainly have a wonderful time. Because I've learned from watching my chick flicks, that girlfriends have to stick together - especially when their husbands make them watch COPS reruns.