Funny how we see what we want to see.

My hopeless romantic of a friend Extravaganza Me saw Brokeback Mountain and loved it. It made her cry. She said “When true love is… separated by circumstances”, it breaks her heart.

I saw Brokeback Mountain and loved it. I took it as a critique of traditional ideas about nuclear coupledom (which as you know I consider so outdated). I was uplifted by the thought that love is fulfilling in whatever form it comes, even when it doesn’t follow the conventional, ordained path.

What it was actually about doesn’t really matter, does it?