Finally saw Knocked Up, if only because I heard it was hilarious from 4 different people who get my sense of humor. Overall I enjoyed it, but only after I put aside my disbelief at a number of things...namely (if you haven't seen it, don't keep reading...I don't know if what I'm about to say spoils anything so I'm just putting the warning out) not that she sleeps with him, as a friend of mine said she totally didn't believe, but that she falls for him. It's a movie granted, and he does change (interestingly enough I just realized I made assumptions about her changing based solely on being pregnant, and not on her behavior as I did his) I just don't think it would happen. I know, what an optomist. I'm not saying things couldn't work out, just that love may not be part of the picture.
Anyway, the point of this is I actually didn't identify with her at all, despite the fact that I'm also a single, working professional woman that just got promoted and have in the past few weeks gone out and gotten toasted. Well, as toasted as possible before the allergy kicked in and prevented any further consumption. Maybe the fact that I can't get drunk enough to lose all my inhibitions and have sex with someone ended my ability to empathize with her, but realistically it's probably the whole open heart thing. Because who I did identify with was her sister's husband. Her sister's husband.
Maybe if I eat some shrooms it will lead to some kind of behavior altering revelation and I can get on with my life.
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