It Had to be TV
I’ve been working and keeping blissfully busy these past weeks, and I actually love that I haven’t really gotten a day off in some time now because it takes away from alone time that might lead to suicidal/ homicidal thoughts. Anyway… Project Runway has been giving me much refreshment these nights, especially because Heidi Klum is lovelier than ever. One day, I will look like an Indian version of her and hopefully marry someone with fewer holes in his face than Seal. But I digress. The point of this blog entry was to reiterate a longstanding fact: When Harry Met Sally is the best romantic comedy of the past 40 years. I just watched it for perhaps the 70th time, and it was funnier, warmer, and more delightful than I remembered it. So good. And the best part is that it’s one of those rare screen romances that give you a sense of hope because of their realism and believability instead of exciting you and then throwing you into deep depression like Pride and Prejudice (The BBC Version, please) might. Now all I have to do is find a balding guy, have an argument with him and then wait for 12 years to have a beautiful romance in my life! And, as I argue with several bald guys on a daily basis, I can certainly say that I’m off to a brilliant start!
