Why We’re Wrong Wednesday: Chick Flicks

Chick flicks.

Yeah, you heard me.

Chick flicks.

I can see you rolling your eyes. Knock that off. I’m about to tell you something that will blow you away.


We do not watch chick flicks because our lives are lacking in the romantical department.

Feel better?

I bet you do.

Fine. I guess I can’t speak for every woman out there, but in this household, the chick flicks come out when I need a pick me up. When I’ve had a long and possibly depressing day and I feel the need to watch some mindless entertainment that will make my heart feel better. Basically, I don’t watch them to fill the void in my life…

That’s not to say that on occasion, when the husband is sawing logs in the recliner after scarfing down his dinner, that I may look upon him as the most un-romantic being ever. In those instances, I may pop in my copy of LEAP YEAR and sigh to myself as Matthew Goode (and his Irish accent) and Amy Adams slowly drive each other crazy to the point of falling in love. Or Jennifer Garner and Mark Ruffalo dance the “Thriller” and eat Razzles in 13 GOING ON 30. Yes, in those instances, the noisy bump in the chair needs a pinch hitter. Those are rare times, my friend…rare.

Mindless entertainment…it’s true. When the Kidlet has been zapping my brain cells, work is kicking my butt and the thought of writing a blog post or book review is making me want to cross by eyes and possibly cry, all I want to do it grab my comfy blanket, turn the lights off, crash on the couch and not have to think about anything important. I want to imagine I’m dancing to “I’ve had the time of my life” with Patrick Swazye in DIRTY DANCING and ice skating with D.B. Sweeney in THE CUTTING EDGE (Toe Pick!). Heaven knows I’d never get to do those things in real life, so my mind doesn’t have to stress out about when I’ll find time to practice the routine or if I’ll break my ankle before the big day. I’m allowed to veg out and just take all the sappy in and regenerate.

Oscar-worthy performances? Ha! That is laughable. I hate to disparage the chick flick, but have you watched one lately? Half of the newer ones have Channing Tatum in them and he reminds me of a brick wall. Total mouth breather. And so not even close to Colin Firth in…well…any movie. Put it this way, did you watch the latest AVENGER-esque movie and cast your ballot for John McClane to win the Golden Globe? If you nodded, yes, you are lying.

You watch to be entertained. Pure and simple.

And so do we. Except for us, sometimes the entertainment takes the form in a sappy, mushy love story that may or may not make us cry. It doesn’t mean we love you any less as our Dumb White Husbands or that you aren’t doing your job to show us the love. Honest. In fact, sometimes the chick flick can work to your advantage…if you know what I mean. ;-)

Stephanie Fuller is an avid crafter (crochet and scrapbooking) and the creator of The Book Hipster Blog. She resides in the Chicagoland area with her husband and daughter. She has no published works to date, but has big dreams. This is only the beginning.

Blog: thebookhipster.com
Twitter: @ImaFuller
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