I really enjoyed reading this selection because of how the author wrote. She was honest with her life experiences, but she wrote in a way that was hilarious and showed that she was confident with who she has become. This reading also made me think of how I grew up...
My mom never owned any Harlequin books, nor has she ever read one. The first time I noticed them was when I was in elementary school and went to the public library in my hometown. I probably picked a few up before just because I was curious as to what they were about because, well... the front covers are definitely "out there." I just never had an interest in actually reading them. I mean, let's be real... I was still reading Sweet Valley Jr. High books when I was in 9th grade.
For the author of In Search of the Elusive Orgasm, it was Harlequin books that made her fantasize about love, sex, and relationships. For me, it was the movies. In elementary and middle school, I watched Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen movies. Their characters had no problem getting dates with guys, and of course there I was, the viewer, fantasizing about a hopeful relationship I would have with a gorgeous guy. It caused me to go all "gaga" over the jocks and preps in my class. By the time high school rolled around, I grew up quite a bit. I was no longer attracted to the jocks/preps, and I stopped watching movies that the Olsen twins were in. Instead, I moved on to movies more fit for the high school age group. However, the fantasizing wasn't over. The chick flicks I would watch made me daydream about the guy I would fall in love with... which of course was a guy I made up in my mind and came to realize when I got older that there is no such thing as a "perfect" guy. It has taken me thousands of chick flicks and a few years of my life to realize reality, and I'm okay with that. I am proud to say that I can sit through a girly movie and not fully believe in the fiction of it, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy them. They give me a small glimmer of hope that there is a guy out there for each of us girls.
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