The Hours

I sat and watched this movie yesterday, and thus I shall give my personal review....If you have seen the film, or haven't seen it...it really doesn't matter. First off, Merly Streep is hot. I love the beauty that she radiates so effortlessly. Julianne Moore is also hot, but I have a thing for redheads....(S- would you like to lick this off of me???) Kidman is an amazing actress, but she is so bland to me in regards to personality...she never really makes an impression as to who she might be.

So, the female kissing is always good...but that isn't what yanked at my heart as I sat in a PMS-induced daze, bawling my eyes out and gorging on chocolates next to a box of Puff Plus with lotion. What made this film such a resounding chick flick had nothing to do with the story itself. It clearly demonstated the sadness of these women. And, I realized that as men complain that we are such emotional creatures by our very nature, and we are often "out of control", they may have a point. We are sad. We are all sad. It's part of our very consitution. (Perhaps the resiliance gene is carried on the X chromosome.) Our despair makes us strong, and beautiful. "How 'bout unabashadly bawling your eyes out?" When I quote this, do you think of a woman or a man? I'll put my money on the bleeding chick.

As woman, we have a great deal to cry about- Losing our virginity is painful physically, if not emotionally as well. Guys- did that first erection cause you pain? Heh. We make less money. We work all day and all night. We give our very lives and our most beautiful years to our partners and children. When our friends fall, we pick up the pieces. We bury our children. We gather rally around those that have earned our respect, and will bleed ourselves dry in order to comfort these souls. If you are a man, and your buddy loses his job, you'll buy him a round of beer and commiserate. If you are a woman and your girlfriend loses her job, you'll bring her some flowers, drink a bottle of wine and commiserate, look in the paper for other oppertunities she may have missed, network, and call her every day to make sure she's not bummed out, reminding her that they never aprreciated her talents and skills anyway.

We are abandoned, and juggle three lives just so our children may go on to a better future. We have waited tables to avoid starvation, we have gone back to school in our forties because there was no other way. We launder, and mend, and cook, and clean, and nurse, and garden, and shop. We press on, and not neccesarily because we believe we will prevail. We have been beaten, raped, scarred, cut, burned.... We pursue a career in a male-dominated field, only to be taken less seriously when we may have worked twice as hard to get there. When a man gets a raise, has he "slept his way to the top"? We love with reckless passion only to discover we were not loved in return. We feel such empathy for those around us that their bad day brings us to tears. We give, and give, and give....we got knocked down at every turn....and we continue the cycle...

And after a lifetime of this- we outlive our men. How do we do that? Women are the toughest creatures on the planet.