Sex & the Single Woman: Total Chick Move
Okay, I admit it. I’m guilty of fulfilling one of the ultimate stereotypical girl moves: Saturday night I sobbed to “The Notebook.”
Not only did I sob, I wailed. And not only did I wail, I curled up with every pillow I could find. I ransacked the house for junk food (while on a commercial break, obviously). I thought about texting people I knew I shouldn’t, just for the faint hope it might bring me comfort. And yes, I longed to have Ryan Gosling row me through a sea of white birds.
It was a low point in my life.
But really, should it be? Is it so bad to spend a Saturday night every now and then weeping for a fictitious love affair? Probably, but even though I bawled a little excessively, I’m not going to lie — it felt kind of good to have a cliche girl moment.