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You know what pisses me off about Bridget Jones II? Not the stereotyped view that all women secretly or not so secretly yearn to marry. No, I can accept and ignore that.
Not that RZ weighs pretty much what I weigh in the movie and everywhere I go now it is "OMG SHE IS A COW!!11!!" only in US Weekly Headline Speak and RZ had to immediately transform herself into an anorexic goth to gain any sense of self-worth at all. No, I accept that pop culture thinks a size 10 is overweight and while I may have issues about that for the rest of my life, it doesn't bug me on a moment to moment basis. Not enough to drop the cream cheese wonton I just ate, apparently.
What really bugs me is that, essentially - Bridget looks like me. Skin tone, body type, big cheeks. Yeah - we could be cousins. And I just cannot buy that Colin Firth and Hugh Grant will ever get into a throw-down over me.
Although I can dream.
Not that RZ weighs pretty much what I weigh in the movie and everywhere I go now it is "OMG SHE IS A COW!!11!!" only in US Weekly Headline Speak and RZ had to immediately transform herself into an anorexic goth to gain any sense of self-worth at all. No, I accept that pop culture thinks a size 10 is overweight and while I may have issues about that for the rest of my life, it doesn't bug me on a moment to moment basis. Not enough to drop the cream cheese wonton I just ate, apparently.
What really bugs me is that, essentially - Bridget looks like me. Skin tone, body type, big cheeks. Yeah - we could be cousins. And I just cannot buy that Colin Firth and Hugh Grant will ever get into a throw-down over me.
Although I can dream.
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Yes! Leather! And then he dances. I... yeah. *love*