The other night I watched Bridget Jones Diary again, for about the umpteenth time. And that might seem odd, I seem so cynical right? I should hate that romantic crap, after all, no one is kissing me in the snow. But, for some reason, I love that movie. It always puts a major smile on my face. Maybe it’s because Bridget is such a fuck-up, but Mark Darcy still loves her just the way she is. And, isn’t that what we all want- to be loved just the way we are?? Warts and fuck ups and all. To be loved for what we are, not what we should be. And, it’s just a movie, there really is no such thing as being loved just as you are, but the idea of it in a movie sure does appeal.