It just dawned on me a couple of days ago that in like the first week of dating Jose we watched Bridget Jones's Diary. There is no way this was okay with him no matter what he may claim today. I also realized I had watched The Sound of Music with him sometime within the first month of our courtship. This is also not acceptable.
You see, there are some things we consider cultural barriers, and others we may consider barriers between genders (or lifestyle, whatever). When you combine both sorts of barriers, you're messing with pure insanity. It's worth it, though you can expect the Mexican man who watched Steel Magnolias with his (relatively) Anglo babymama last week to go straight to bed. Something about Fried Green Tomatoes does something to wilt the male sexuality, and most especially the Latino male sexuality.
What makes it so hilarious for me (not Jose) is that we're usually halfway through the movie when he realizes that 70% or more of the cast is female, the story is dramatic with estrogen-packed comedic overtones and ... he's been roped into a chick flick. Maybe even one from the 1980s. Maybe even one from the 1970s. But the cultural barrier has allowed me to get more than halfway through An Affair to Remember, Hair, Hairspray, and the Hanna Montana movie (you heard me.)
There's value in barriers. Take advantage of them to have some fun.
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