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Pass the tissues

November 29th, 2004 · No Comments · Personal, TV

In the days of my callow youth, I once took great pride in my ability to be unmoved and dry-eyed at movies. Stoically, I would watch, while some around me would weep at any and all maudlin film moment.

“It’s just a movie,” I would think, aloof in my detachment. I was too cool.

Now, that I am older (though hardly more mature) I find my empathy, or at least my sentimentality must be growing at a geometric rate. At my recent third viewing of Truly, Madly, Deeply I still found myself getting very choked up. Damn those Brits.

But things are really getting out of control when I find myself tearing up while listening to a contestants final answer on the last episode of “He’s a Lady.” What’s next, sobbing over long distance commercials?

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