The Late Night Movie

So my roommate came home with The Notebook tonight and for no good reason I watched it with her. I have one observation and one anecdote. First, The notebook is what is generally called a chick flick, but this flick was more of a romance novel version (or what I imagine a romance novel would be like having never read one). I’d even go so far as to call it chick porn. Guys are generally very visual, which explains stocking, chokers, and the like. Women generally are more imaginative, for lack of a better term. Perhaps romantic is better. Anyway, The Notebook is chick porn is my observation.

The anecdote is that we were watching the scene where they are in the row boat (of course) and it starts to rain (of course) and as they get to shore Gena Rowlands runs for cover as Ryan Gosling pulls the boat in and my roommate yells out,”Jump his bones! I would totally jump his bones if I were her”. To which I reply, “If I was him I’d jump her bones too”. A moment passes and then I say to her. “So basically if we were as hot as them we’d be doing right now”. And that my friends, is the anecdote.