Of chick flicks and chick lits...

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...

(Chorus)
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...

(Chorus)

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...

(Chorus)

Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and...

(Chorus)

--- You're So Vain, Carly Simon

I love this song. First heard it during the movie, How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days but then, Kate Hudson who was in the movie completely massacred the song as she started on her strategy to completely turn off Matthew McConaughey (ok, ok! I copied and paste his name from a site... alrite??), the guy she was supposed to lose in ten days.

I enjoyed the movie. Come to think of it, there is never a movie that I totally and utterly hate, to date. I mean, if I did, I would have watched it in the first place. Watching it would have further rooted my choice of not to watch it, but did anyway. Somehow, that did not make any sense. Let's try again.

To date, there isn't any movie that I really disliked. I do read reviews and all, but ultimately, I decide to watch it or not, and not some movie reviewer to influence me. I hope that sounds better.

So How to is considered a chick flick. I like chick flicks. They make you feel good. Women are always after a good feel, not of the physically rude sort excuse me. As in, shopping make a girl feel good. Diamonds for some, shoes for some, bags for some, men for some... In the end, it's a good feeling that they are after. I like Pretty Woman too.

Movies are my feel-good weapons. Music too. And coming to that, books too. So I have three. In fact, shopping does alot too. So that makes it four. Traveling.... Perhaps. Have not traveled that much to make it a weapon of choice yet.

So I read my first 'chick lit'. Bergdorf Blondes. I really thought I was getting an idea of how Paris (Hilton), Nicole (Ritchie), Ally (Hilfiger) et al live. They wear designer labels like nobody's business. It's not even a big deal to them. They don't see that it's any deal at all, I guess. Just go and buy and wear.

For one, unlike us mere proletariat, they don't look at the price tags. They ALWAYS have the moolah to afford it. It doesn't cross their minds to go, "Gee, it's Gucci I'm wearing. I'm so rich that money is oozing out of my ears. Beat that, ha!" And they meet drop-dead gorgeous men (be it nasty and mean but charming like the devil, or the ultimate SNAG you would have thought already extinct from the earth) at a supposedly innocent get together at the newest, most 'in' hang-out like a bar or restaurant.

Before I pass out from hyperventilating on such perversion and indecency, I shall once again remind myself that this is but a chick lit. It is meant to make one feel good, and not pent up like that. Well, it's not really fiction you know. I'm sure there are people living fashionable lives as such and I will read about them in the tabloids *HUFFS*