I challenge any card-carrying, estrogen-toting woman to make it through a viewing of Steel Magnolias without crying. Or at least misting up. Especially the end (SPOILER WARNING… if you can spoil an 18-year-old movie):
M’Lynn (after her daughter’s funeral): I don’t think I can take this! I just wanna *hit* somebody ’til they feel as bad as I do! I just wanna *hit* something! I wanna *hit it hard*!
Clairee (pushing her grumpy buddy Ouiser forward): Here! Hit this! Go on, M’Lynn, slap her!
I don’t make a habit of watching Steel Magnolias. But when I surf past Lifetime and find that it’s playing, I either find it absolutely repelling or impossible to resist, depending on my mood. My estrogen level must’ve been elevated tonight after being all crafty; I cooked *and* made candles in the same night. 🙂
Cooking, crafts, and crying at a movie. I think I’ve had my fill of girlie stuff for a while. Makes up for joining in last week’s football pool at work, I guess.