500 Days of Summer
I finally saw 500 Days of Summer with my girlie movie girlfriends. Then I saw it again with The Sweetie.
I adored it’s quirky charm and the soundtrack and Zooey Deschanel’s vintage-y outfits. I was smitten with the sweet lovelorn hero. In fact, the hero reminded me of The Sweetie, which made me love the movie all the more. His sincerity and how he wore his heart on his sleeve melted my heart and made me swoon. Aloof cool guy hipsters are so tiresome. Earnestness should be celebrated and embraced yet remains so underrated. Give me sweetness any day.
One friend shocked me by merely feeling lukewarm about the movie. A self admitted sucker for a six pack and cockiness, perhaps she was immune to the sweet non-arrogant charms of the protagonist. She managed to redeem herself, however, by presenting me with adorable owl soaps.

I am easily bought. Owl soaps allow me to agree to disagree with my friend about 500 Days of Summer, even if her taste in men is questionable and her movie opinions are wrong. At least we won’t have to fight over my new imaginary boyfriend.
If only we had 500 days of summer this year. Toronto has only had 17 days, tops.


