my ode to the chick flick (in avoidance of des devoirs francaises)

for the better part of my life, i've always loved chick flicks. you really do get a warm fuzzy spot when the guy gets the girl (or vice versa) and all is well under a starlit sky or snowy embankment or gently blowing cherry blossoms or what-have-you.

then i had a slightly jaded period where they all sucked. sucked sucked sucked. i think this might have had something to do with losing good money to watch "maid in manhattan" with jean and olivia, positively the WORST MOVIE OF ALL TIME (and i mean worse than swimfan and that was heinous as can be).

but today, the joy of the chick flick returns to me. after a restoring christmas season with "love actually," we now have "chasing liberty," the new mandy moore movie. she is as cute as a button (though slightly on the pouty, squeaky side) with a gorgeous new unknown costar. as seri says, matthew goode could be the love child of michael vartan and rupert everett. but it was fun. super cheesy. but hey, j'aime le fromage, buddy.

here's the part that scares me. this year, we are turning twenty-five. (incidentally, happy birthday bops!) 25. in my life, i never thought i'd be 25. it was that far-off number that was reserved for getting married and having babies. and now i am 25-almost, with no babies nor weddings, and i fear regression.

not like seri-i-like-fart-in-a-can regression. more like i-think-i'm-still-15 regression. where trailers for a new lindsey lohan movie and a new hilary duff (read:EW) movie seem like really good ideas. (sidebar: i have to throw my vote to lindsey incidentally, b/c hilary makes me puke, but hilary gets chad michael murray in her movie, and he's on "one tree hill," my favorite guilty pleasure.) i'm not sure what's wrong with me. perhaps it has something to do with teaching freshmen. i'm still cool enough to hear all the kiddie drama, and it's ridiculous fun for me. perhaps they are rubbing off on me. or perhaps the drama queen that seri thinks is still not-so-secretly lurking inside of me is rearing her fat ugly head. whatever the reason, i must be mad.

i mean, hilary duff movies. please.