30 Day Movie Challenge: Day 13: Favourite chick flick

26 06 2011

Does every romantic comedy equal a chick flick?  Is that really the only thing that qualifies a film as geared towards women?  I guess Titanic could also be considered a chick flick and in that case, would every romance movie a chick flick?

So if we’re going by those standards, then I picked from my favourite romantic comedies and came up with When Harry Met Sally, a romantic comedy that is actually romantic and funny, unlike a lot of rom-coms today. What I really like about this film that stands out to me more than typical rom-coms is that for the majority of the film, the two leads (SPOILER ALERT!) don’t get together.  It’s an exploration of friendship and love, and what happens when sex does and doesn’t get in the way.  That in itself is more relevant to people’s lives than any re-hashed Adam Sandler movie today.

Here’s the diner scene in the film:

The value of gay friendships — Glee

15 03 2011

Gay relationships: it’s been done.  There is even the now-cliche in films and stories of the gay guy who has the biggest crush on his friend and if only his friend knew… but then his friend does know and they get together and they live happily ever after!  The end.

And sometimes even when you have a gay friend, there’s this implication that the two of you might get together just because you’re both gay, which seems bizarre but I’ve felt that in the past when meeting new gay people.  I came across an article many years ago about the importance of gay friendships and at the time, I didn’t think much of it.

Until Glee came along.

So for those who don’t watch this wonderful show, Kurt is the token gay character in the show.  He’s out in high school but a homophobic bully (who also happens to be closeted) makes him leave.  Kurt then transfers to an all-boys school where homophobia and any forms of hate are non-existent.  If only all high school across America and in the world, for that matter, were like Dalton Academy.

At Dalton, Kurt meets Blaine, a member of the school’s glee club who also happens to be gay.  Kurt is smitten with him and back in February, in time for Valentine’s Day, Kurt confesses his like for Blaine.  Perhaps surprising for many viewers, Blaine doesn’t feel the same for his friend, and says, “He doesn’t want to screw this up.”

How refreshing, I thought to myself, to see two gay characters on TV who didn’t hookup just because they both happened to be gay.  In fact, all this time, I had been wishing Klaine, as folks call the couple, would stay two separate words.

Here’s why: Blaine is confident of himself and his talents.  Sure, he had a slight questioning episode with that kiss with Rachel, but when we first met him, he appeared to be miles out of the closet whereas Kurt, although out at McKinley, was still emotionally vulnerable to homophobia.  Blaine seemed, at least to me, the kind of person, Kurt needed to become a more confident, smarter, gay person in the future.  I didn’t see Blaine as someone who would or should be romantically involved with Kurt, at least not for the time being.  So when Blaine told Kurt he didn’t want to mess things up between the two of them, I thought for sure they’d stay good friends, which I was more than happy with.  After all, Blaine can still support Kurt and they can both still be friends.

And why should they be together?  Besides the fact that they both happen to be gay, why should they?  “They would look so cute together!” is also not a valid response.

I commended the writers for keeping Klaine as friends because I thought it was refreshing to have two young gay characters who weren’t together just for the sake of throwing couples together (*ahem, Degrassi, ahem).  And not just that, but I felt like it was saying something important about the value of gay friendships rather than relationships.

Anyway.  But as of tonight’s episode — that’s a spoiler alert, by the way — after Blaine found himself looking at Kurt in a different light and kissing him, it appears that the two are now an item, which I have to say I’m not surprised to see, though I am a little disappointed.  I guess we’ll see how things play out with the two of them.

In the meantime, I’ll cheer for Klaine, er, Blaine + Kurt.


14 02 2011

After class today, I met my boyfriend and another friend in the cafeteria, where he was assigning the two of them themes and subjects for which to write poems.  Suddenly, I was told to grab a colored pen and to write a poem about the color opposite of it.  Since I grabbed a green pen, I had to write about red.  Here’s what I wrote. (don’t get your expectations too high)


you are not faded,
not like the strawberry of your sweatshirt,
gone through cycles,
twisting and contorting — like a Ditto!

You like Ditto
and strawberries;
I leave your neck blushing with spots where my mouth has christened them.
Joy is a fuse, lit by the touch of your chilled fingers
pressing into my heated palms.
It travels along the citadels of hair on my arms,
winding down canyons and valleys of mouded flesh
that I call my body.
Finally detonating with your escaped frantic whispers.

See, you are not faded
like your sweatshirt
or chilled like your fingers,
but a warm bath stewed with everything you are
and while roses wash the surface,
it is the fire underneath —
You —
that I love.

10 Defining Moments of My Life (so far) — #4: Coming Out

26 04 2010

4.  August 23, 2003.  During the summer of Grade 9 year at high school, I was hanging out with two of my best friends.  I had pre-planned to finally come out to them.  After lots of dodging the subject, we finally settled beneath the shade of a great, maple tree.  I was incredibly nervous and scared that I made my friends guess it.  I told them I wanted to tell them something, that I liked someone in our grade.  The two of them were running through the list of girls in our grade, but I kept saying that they were guessing the wrong type of people, to which they asked, “So what?  You want us to list ugly people?!”  One of them must’ve caught on because she asked jokingly, “Do you like men?” and with my red cap covering my face because I was so completely embarrassed and afraid, I said, “Yes.”  (A brief amount of silence followed, which I learned two years later that during this time, one of my friends was apparently stuffing her mouth with bread to keep from laughing.)