There’s a reason why I stopped watching RomComs, apart from the Different Movie, Same Plot syndrome that wore on my patience before very long.
The sorrowful, dramatic, and heartbreaking music swells. The man in the white coat looks at his results once again and steels himself to deliver the bad news. “The results are in,” he says. “There can be no doubt. Your child is… a burden.” She screams and cries, the dramatic sting sounds as she collapses against her supportive other.
To begin with, I am not a scriptwriter, nor am I someone who writes romance for a living.
I have a part of my own brain that hates me. There have been times where I’ve joked that there’s a gremlin living in there and causing havoc.
This is the last message my friend shared with the world. On Sunday, the 24th of March, she posted this picture.
I hear it stated a lot, especially by people claiming that there is no further ‘need’ for Feminism, that “we are all equal now”.
You’ve likely seen them without ever knowing they’re there. They’re in Hallmark movies. They’re in Hero movies. They’re in your after-school special.