I watched Blue Valentine (2010) last night with Heather. It was kind of depressing. There are these flashbacks of this cute, goofy relationship and then it ends in a miserable break up. Blue is an appropriate tag for this Valentine movie.

On the subject of Valentine, may I request that Mr. John Keats write me a love note this year? I watched Bright Star (2009) the other night and re-watched the scenes where Ben Whishaw read poetry. Makes me almost feel like a girl.

In my Brit Lit class, we’re reading the Romantics. Keats is on the list as is Robert Burns. Ever hear of the poem, “Comin’ Through the Rye”? If you’ve read JD Salinger’s CATCHER IN THE RYE you should know what I’m talking about. Anyway, to my dismay, yesterday I learned that the poem accounts Burns chasing his mistresses through the rye field for a little adult fun. “Catch a body. . .” well, it gets explicit.

Men. Disgusting. Disappointing. Writing poetry for another girl.

I look for a little John Wayne in ever beau I entertain. Not a rancher or a gun slinging cowboy, but a tough, American man that embodies George Washington McClintock words —“You have to be a man before you can be a gentleman.” I could annotate the meaning, but I’ll just let who ever cares what it might mean, figure it out for themselves.

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