Wednesday, May 03, 2006

"It's not you, you're lovely!"

My friend K and I LOVE Bridget Jones. When the movie came out, I think my Mom recommended that we rent it and we were big time hooked. (BTW, if you've read her blog you'll appreciate the fact that we tend to do nothing halfway.) We even went through a phase in which we only corresponded with each other using Bridget like language in our emails. Every message was peppered with words like "wanka" and "bloody hell", and the more we wrote the better we became at perfecting our written British accents.
A couple months ago K read through some of our old emails and sent them to me. I printed them off and shoved them into my school notebook as I hurried to class. Yesterday, as I was cleaning out my papers, I came across them again. What struck me was not the pure silliness of our obsession or the humor of our jokes, but what I saw when I read between the lines. Emerging from the deep cover of british fluff is the history of a friendship. "Wankas" become purveyors of heartache and frustration, a lonely night at home translates to certain spinsterhood, and all can be cured with vodka and Chaka Khan.
When my boyfriend broke up with me a few years ago, I cried for a day and then, well.....hell hath no fury like a Bridget scorned:
From K:
"Am appalled by blatant sacking by fickwit boyfriend. Suggest ex-boyfiend sick, not fabulous friend with great hair. Will perservere, will develop innner poise and authority and sense of self as a woman of substance, complte without boyfriend, as best way to find Mr. Right.
You will:
Experience life as a singleton, pulling out all stops.
Become extremely flirtatious and slutty.
Remind oneself of worth and beauty.

You will not:
Cry over fuckwit ex-boyfriend
Wish eveil on said fuckwit, instead feel sorry for him.
Eat entire contents of one's fridge.


Reply:
Will:
Become fun and fearless cosmo girl.
Be sickly sweet to aformentioned fuckwit.
Shamelessly flaunt newly acquired single status.

Will not:
Sit in room and cry.
Give fuckwit any reason to talk bad of me.
Listen to easy listening for the over-thirties, but will instead choose cheesy ballads of female power!

If you haven't read or seen Bridget Jones, then you won't think this is funny, and may not even get it. But underneath the accent, K and I found a way to celebrate each other's fabulousness. Turning a bad situation into a joke has always been our specialty no matter what!