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I just got through watching Mona Lisa Smile. In a nutshell, Dead Poets’ Society for feminists.

Absolutely fantastic movie, I recommend everyone see it. That said, I’m not really sure what to write about it. I’m tempted to tell you how I’ve got all these emotions whirling through my system which I can’t be expected to tie to any sort of rational analysis, that I only have “feelings” about what I saw — but I suspect I would have difficulty convincing my readers that I’m only teasing :)

Bah, I really don’t know what to say. To be fair, I’ve had a few shots of the Mad Monk already, so bear with me.

I guess what’s hard for me is that the only thing I know to write about, the only thing on which I can speak with any authenticity, is on the subject of how difficult it is to grow up as an enlightened male in this time of transition. Which doesn’t rise to a blip on the radar compared to what you’ve been through, and isn’t really worth writing about.