On my way to work this morning, I caught part of a conversation between two DJs, both guys, on this station that plays fun music now and then, but predominately seems to be about sports. They were doing a poll about how many people actually didn’t watch the Super Bowl, since it apparently was the most watched single program ever or something (111 million viewers). And one of the emails they got said that the sender of the email did watch the game but a coworker of his didn’t watch because he was “enjoying a glass of white zinfandel and watching Jane Austin’s Emma.”
And the DJs thought that this was the most ridiculous thing ever. “Watching what?” one asked. “Well, Jane Austin is a writer, so I guess Emma was one of her books that they made into a movie?” And then they made comments about how he must have been sitting in his mom’s basement doing this and so presumptuous with his “white zinfandel” and how he’s not the sort of man that either one of them would ever hang out with.
And I don’t know about you, but I figure that if a man has that much refined taste, there’s a strong chance that he was actually watching this movie snuggled up with his beautiful wife. And there’s also a big chance that he “got lucky” before the end of the evening. I mean, really! It’s Jane Austin! I can’t be the only girl who gets lovey-dovey after Jane Austin’s stories.
Anyway, by my figures, a guy who’ll watch a chic flic and, presumably, enjoy time with his wife, comes out ahead of the guy who talks down on that sort of thing. But I guess it might just be my crazy female logic.
We didn’t watch the game. Justin played video games and I curled up in the chair beside him reading a book. Not one of Jane Austin’s – it’s by Jim Butcher. But I still think it was a very enjoyable way to spend the evening.