I Do It For You!
This week’s comment diversion comes from TheOriginalMRod’s potential redefinition of true love:
I wrote “potential” because it would seem he/she has not been able to bring her/himself to watch it yet. Maybe as an anniversary present?
I suspect we’ve all done it: Familiarized oneself with things that one was not otherwise all that interested in for the sake of a sweetie. I read the complete Doonesbury library for my first boyfriend. It was the 1980s, so it’s not quite so huge an undertaking as it seems. For Mr. Julien, I read Trinity by Leon Uris to give myself crash course in Irish history and their justifiable antipathy towards the English. Mr. Julien read two or three books about Canada for me. That copy of Canadian History Dummies, though? That’s actually mine. I didn’t pay much attention in grades six, nine, or ten and had some gaps to fill. I didn’t have to read any American history because I took a year of it in grade 13 (no really, that was an actual thing) and that time I had been paying attention. Mr. Julien has also shown me lots of movies I hadn’t seen, but they were great movies and not of the “love me, love this film” variety. It’s not as if I’d never seen Star Wars; it was more that I’d never seen Now, Voyager, or all of Lawrence of Arabia.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, there’s the boyfriend I tried to RUIN Married with Children for. I just sat beside him and stared blankly at him every time the show was sexist. I also learned more about professional wrestling than was strictly speaking necessary (translation: anything at all). The same boyfriend introduced me to The Red Hot Chili Peppers and Nine Inch Nails. I used to sing “Head Like a Hole” in my best Ethel Merman voice. That’s not relevant. I’m just really proud of it.
What have you read, watched or listened to for the sake of or at the behest of your beloved? Was he/she right? Was it worth it?
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