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Maid in Manhattan in 10 Days with Two Weeks' Notice

The thing I love best about chick flicks is how everything is always perfectly orchestrated. When you're happy, it's a sunny day. When you're sad, there's a rainstorm. When something especially bad happens, you hear thunder. Your job is never more than an excuse to chat with your offbeat, sassy girlfriends, and you get to live in a great apartment which is usually in New York City. Sometimes your dialogue is shite, but no matter how poor you are - you always end up in a stunning evening gown at the end. And the abs you have. Oh my, the flat abs.

Posted March 28, 2004 10:45 PM | On This Day: 2006 2003

 

4 Comments

You watched Crossroads again, didn't you?

I was thinking she had watched under the Tuscon Sun. Maybe she watched Gigli

I saw a great chick flick tonight--Go Gophers!

Say, did y'all ever see "The Mating Habits of the Earth Bound Human?" (Mackenzie Astin, Carmen Electra) It's a pretty lame movie about an alien's observations on human relationships.

Yet there's one really memorable line about the essential difference between chick-flicks and dick-flicks:

Human females prefer stories about one person dying slowly. Males prefer those about many dying quickly.