I know I said I was going to write about the grandest “mask of sanity” I’ve ever encountered.. And while I don’t want to let my 5 readers down, I am still working on it. I am writing a book. This is such a pivotal chapter in my book that 4 pages down I am nowhere near an excerpt to publish on my blog that would make sense to anyone but myself.

On a separate note.. What the fuck is up with romantic comedies these days? My favorite thing about chick flicks is the unrealistic fantasy aspect that seems to be the center of most of their plots; now it seems they are taking the fantasy out and making them more true to life.. If I wanted realistic, I’d watch marathons of Bridzilla’s…I know that makes no fucking sense, but I just got back from seeing “5 Year Engagement” with my mom. I had never been so depressed at the” happy ending”as I was with this one.. why? Because I want the fantasy.. they’re taking movies such as The Wedding Planner, exchanging fantasy on a stick Matthew McConaughey for a more realistic love interest like Jason Segel; they’re exchanging, the extremely far-fetched plot of the one-dimensional bride demanding her fiance marry her wedding planner, to a more realistic plot surrounding a saner, seeming couple, going through life’s unexpected changes as they plan a wedding ..Nope, no Mr. Big flying half-way across the world to the most romantic city on Earth to take Carry back home.. Nope, no Tom Cruise saying “You complete me”, No Bradley Cooper jumping over taxi’s and catching her at the airport to profess his undying love before she gets on a plane (I haven’t seen that in a movie, just the movie in my head) Nope, in 5 Year Engagement, she ultimately says “I Do” to the funny, slightly out of shape man who she was happy with from the opening credits.. Don’t get me wrong the movie was well written and enjoyable, but part of of me likes seeing the romantic comedy so out unrealistic it could never come true. Like, I know that a hot doctor is not going to risk his life by throwing his hot body on top of mine because I got my “Gucci” heel stuck in a steam-grate in the middle of a busy street, and poof, we live happily ever after.. I know I may be sooner struck by lightning .. but I’d still like to think of it as a fucking possibility..