At book club tonight it struck me that what we talk about is exactly what men imagine large groups of women talk about. That is: bras, cramps, chocolate, labor and boobs. We also talk about other things, like the book, but we will always come back around to those 5 standards. I'm not ashamed. Because we always have such a grand time.
Tonight, we were discussing Persuasion and the topic turned to the various adaptations. The best is the 1995 Ciaran Hinds and Amanda Root version. Do not try to convince me otherwise. But the more recent and substandard BBC version came up, which meant that I had to do my impersonation of Anne Elliot as she races across Bath, leaping over baskets and invalids in the street, in search of Captain Wentworth. A scene which, by the way, did not happen in the book because it would have been a scandal. What Jane Austen heroine ever ran - except for perhaps Harriet Smith when she's being pestered by the gypsies. No, it is too ridiculous. Anyway, all that sprinting ends with The Most Awkward Kiss in Cinematic History. Naturally we had to pull out the copy and show everyone:
Oh, how we howled. We shrieked and cringed and howled with laughter.
And then we ate PMS Brownies and talked about boobs some more.