Freitag, 30. März 2012

Heels, Men and TMI!

So, yesterday I discovered yet another reason why it is so hard to be feminine!  I, once again, tried to learn how to walk in heels (read: stumbled around in a pair of heels, desperately trying to look at least a teensy tiny bit elegant), while listening to my mom in the background saying things like “she never could walk in heels.”  Challenge accepted Mom!  

Being a woman is hard work, and being a feminine woman takes dedication and determination!  Women got brains and the ability to think (and added the multiple-orgasms bonus ), while men got the brawn, the penis and ejaculation.  And that’s it!  That’s all they got!  But don’t feel sorry for them!  They also did not get periods, pregnancies, hormones and everything that comes with it! And they have the gall to complain when OUR monthly cycles mess with THEIR plans!  
For example, man plans a day at the lake and when you then have to tell them that, “actually honey, today is not a good day for me to spend out on the lake as I am currently menstruating”, they act like they are the ones who are suffering!  Then they’re all: “Oh come on!  I was looking forward to the day at the lake with my buddies!”   Ok, firstly ‘coming on’ is exactly what led us to this argument, and secondly: seriously, do they honestly think that this is something we are enjoying and have done deliberately to fuck up their plans?!  
Waking up in the morning in a pool of your own blood.  Bundling up the sheets and blankets and throwing them in the washing machine, before dashing into the bathroom with a steady stream of blood running down your legs.  Showering and trying to get dry and plugged before the next volcanic eruption of blood and tissue spurts from your va-jay-jay!  You are bloated three (sometimes it feels like ten) times your normal size, you have a lovely smattering of pimples all over your face, your back aches, you cramp, your nipples hurt and you have to constantly rush to the bathroom to change the plug of old smelly  blood.  That’s another thing men don’t appreciate!  How hard we have to work to keep smelling fresh as a daisy while fighting the battle of blood river!  
Then you get the “we can go to the lake anyway!  You don’t have to swim!”  Right, like swimming is the biggest problem! 
The biggest problem is trying to change your menstrual nappy and plug in a public toilet while making sure that no part of you touches any part of the door, walls or loo!  I think you will all agree with me that, anything that is going to be shoved inside me, will not be making any contact, direct or indirect, with any part of a public bathroom! Make all the jokes about PMS you want guys, but until you have walked a mile in our high heeled shoes, you will always be the weaker sex! 

Which conveniently brings us back to the subject of walking in heels (see what I did there?).  So, after stumbling around in P and A’s stunning heels yesterday, I decided to do some research.  I googled “how to walk in heels” and found a 6 Step Guide!  
Sweet as! 

Ok, Step one: Practice, practice, practice!  Totally useless tip since Little D-man is getting christened on Sunday, and I have a nice shiny new pair of heels in my cupboard that need to be up and running by then!
 
Skipping ahead to 


Step 2: Start small.  I really don’t have the time for this!  I have the heels, they are not small and I need to be walking on them within the next few days!  I do not have the time to go out and buy a smaller pair of heels to ‘train’ in! 

Skipping to Step 3: Choose your heels carefully.  I did!  I spent many careful hours in the shoe shop and on the internet till I found the perfect pair of HIGH heels!  Guess we can check this as ‘done!’

Step 4: Take baby steps.  WTF, I’ll never get to my destination like that!  I’m ALWAYS late, I don’t have time for baby steps!  If I am going somewhere, I am going there fast! These legs don’t pitter-patter, they stride!  Big, long strides!  My sisters walk like that too!  Mom also used to!  My dad once told me that he just used to hang onto her arm and flap in the breeze!

Skipping to Step 5: Take small, slow steps (what? You mean like ‘baby’ steps?), do not bend your knees any more than you normally would, don’t put your toes down first, keep your legs close together (ha ha, that’s what she said!  Yes, sometimes I am 12!), cross one foot slightly in front of the other and stand with the heel of one foot touching the middle of the other foot, while cocked at an angle from it.  Ok, speed reading through the instructions may not be the best idea here! I look like a fucking drunk duck!

Skipping to Step 6: Add cushioning wherever there’s a lot of pressure and/or friction.  Like the pressure of my ass landing on the concrete after I trip over my own feet?  Because that will be happening, a lot, if I try and do everything listed under Step 5!   I’m adding cushioning every fucking where!  Knee guards, wrist guards, pillow on the butt and a bicycle helmet! 

I am so going to see my ass on Sunday! 










D

Dienstag, 27. März 2012

my turn to rant

Who the hell gave those idiots running kindergartens so much power???  I am so tired of waiting around wondering and hoping that my little girl gets into the one here by us, not daring to phone because last time I did she told me VERY impolitely to just be patient and wait, that was two damn weeks ago.  I heard via the Krippe that the other kids have all gotten confirmation from  various kindergartens that they got in.  This is driving me nuts!!  Yesterday in Pekip one was complaining that she had been waiting to get her son into a Krippe as of September.  She said they said they had no room, then a few days ago she and her husband donated some money to that affiliated church and on monday she was informed that they have a place available for her son.  She was quite disgusted, says those donations are suppossed to help the church not to be used to further your goals, aim whatever the correct term of phrase would be, so is that their not so subtle way of blackmailing the parents???  Donate or else??  Its at times like these that I could get depressed again, because I have to ask myself what is it about me that makes me get rejected so often :-(  But in this case I think I'll just remain angry because DAMNIT this is just NOT FAIR. Kids who live in the next dorf got into this kindergarten and my daughter not, although she lives in the same damn town!!! What the F!!!!! Am so livid I can't even spell, grrrrr.  The government sure as hell screwed up on this one didn't they???? I wish there was somewhere I could go to, to complain.

Samstag, 24. März 2012

no idea

Have been walking around the last few days feeling miserable and running myself down for not being able to do anything right, feeling like my family doesn't want me around, etc etc, you know how it is once you get started. Anyhoo, I was browsing through other blogs, when I read one who mentioned that her mother kept a gratitude journal in her desk draw where she would write in everyday what she was grateful for, and I thought, you know what she's right. No I'm not going to start one, but we do sometimes spend way to much wallowing on what is not going right in our lives (I know I do) and forget about all our blessings. Look at me, 7 years ago I'd have spent the day alone at home wishing for a family, now I am in a mostly loving relationship, shame he is difficult but he does try so damn hard to do right and he does love me. I've gone from struggling to have one baby to being a mother of two... and here to the list can grow, cause you know how it is once you get started. :-) So I thank God for all my blessing and I also remembered what D and I always said, when you're really feeling down something will come along to show you that you don't have it as bad as others, and another thing, something that Dad always said, something that I held onto through all miscarriages: the only thing you can't do is light a match on a bar of soap! (of course with todays advancements some idiot has probably figured out how)

Anyway, P and D, sorry for mutilating your blog, but I just felt this need to get this out there.

Freitag, 23. März 2012

Something sweet to start the day.

Sometimes I think they don't make men like they used to. (Points at Dad...) Love this song and just had to share it with D and A and S and N :D


Donnerstag, 22. März 2012

Figured it out!!

Ok Quicktime is awesome, but only sometimes. I figured out how to do clips.

This one should tide us over until I can do more :D



That's it for now, will have more fun over the weekend. LUL

Bones

Dude she's having the baby!!!!

Mittwoch, 21. März 2012

Apology for breakdown

I singed poor D's ear last night with my shipper woe's and she took it like the champion she is, so as an apology for abusing her ears. Here is a composition of the coolest moments on film and TV.

Coolest Lines.


Lets be honest here, I could put this entire movie up, Wesley Snipes aced it in this one. 




Just a question here, how do you throw someone a beating... is it like "Hey head's up here's your beating." ?




The most awesome part of this one is in the last twenty seconds, but this is the reason why it's fast becoming Dad and my favorite shows.



What collection would be complete without this amazing movie?



I could not resist that scene... "It should be of some interest to a man covered in gasoline"... LMAO.

I could add so many more if I could figure out how to cut clips out of films and Series, and I will, but since I have made poor D wait for this long enough I'll just stop it here. 



I hate waiting

It's Pet's turn to post!  She promised us a good one!
So, I rush into work,switch on the computer, wait impatiently for it to finally boot, get onto the blog....  and.... what?  NO UPDATE!
  
: D

Dienstag, 20. März 2012

Castle!

The new Castle promo:



My reaction:

She remembers!  He hears!!!  Le Shit is about to hit the fan!
Bring it!!

D

Mittwoch, 14. März 2012

Being tall

The other day Pet and I were talking about being tall, and how we suddenly feel so intimidated when we run into a woman who is actually taller than we are!  Well, I ran into one of those rare Amazonian specimens this morning!  My reaction? Something like this:

Hey Pet, I know when you requested a blog update, you were probably hoping for something with a bit more substance (read: random rant about random chaotic thoughts, that rarely make any sense, or actually contain any substance), but this is all I have time for now.  However, whether or not it is 'better than nothing' is debatable ;)  But, I am going with it - better than nothing right?

D

Freitag, 9. März 2012

The wisdom of Dad

More advice from Dad:
  • The best cure for a headache is a good crap!
  • The best cure for the slight, but irritating, pain caused by a splinter in your finger is smashing your toe with a hammer (at least then you will forget about the pain in your finger right?)
  • Nuts, head and toe.  Le Self-defense lesson a-la-Dad.  Basically you start with a swift knee to the groin which will cause the ‘attacker’ to bend forward grabbing his nuts, this is when you follow up by smashing his head (try aim for the nose) into your knee.  Your ‘attacker’ will then fly backwards holding his blood-gushing nose (if you have done the knee thing effectively!) and you end the lesson by stomping on his foot with your heel!
  • Someone pisses you off?  Fuck ‘em up!

  • Don’t do what you are told and you are at risk of getting fucked up! (yeah, he’ll threaten – and that’s about it!)
  • Threatening to ‘rip someone’s arm off and hit them with the wet end’ is a perfectly acceptable solution to an argument
  • As is threatening to ‘rip someone’s head off and shit down their neck’ (yeah, ewww…)
  • The middle finger is the perfect answer to a lot of questions.
  • Most people are idiots (sorry, fucking idiots)
  • If you are having government department (or other) red tape problems, write a letter!  (Not sure to who – however, I am constantly told to ‘write a letter’.  Last time I dared to ask who I should address the letter to, he responded with: to the fucking president!  I did not dare ask which president though!)
  • Wherever you go, and whatever you do, make sure you leave an impression!  Even if it’s the impression of your shoe print on some fucking idiots head!
  • CCCL is a perfectly good term of endearment to call your daughter (I will NOT write out what that acronym stands for!), as is shit-head, crap-head or dick-head... it’s like a serenade really..
  • A fwap is an excellent alternative insult for an idiot – the definition of which is: someone who goes around smelling women’s bicycle seats!  Again, eeeew!
  • Fuck is one of the most universal, and useful, words in the English language!
  • 90% of the population has an endless supply of ‘stupid tablets’
  • Treating a woman with love and respect does not make you less of a man
  • I apparently have PMS 24/7!  However, looking back at the things my father taught me, I’m not surprised!

Best. Dad. Ever!
D

Random rant...

Ok, where to start this one?  Firstly, yesterday was ‘International Women’s Day’.  Really, it was!  Guess you guys did not notice huh?  Yeah, well neither did I.  I saw it on the news last night as part of a report on how women still have to fight to obtain equal rights in the work place.


The thing is, I was listening to Alanis’s “Sister Blister” this morning, and some of the lyrics rang so true to me.  Listen to this: “You and me feel joined only by gender.  We are not all for one and one for all”, and “Such a pity to disavow each other with how far we’ve come.  With how strong we’ve been”.  This whole fight for equality, to be treated fairly and to be respected has been playing on my mind a lot.  As has the fact that others, even strangers, have the powerful ability to either positively or negatively affect how you feel about yourself – whether it be deliberate or not.   For example, you’re having a good day.  You absolutely OWN IT today.  You feel good about yourself, you feel pretty, maybe even sexy and you are walking with a proud strut thinking – Man I am all over IT today!  Then, you walk past someone who looks at you ‘funny’, and IT just disappears!  Suddenly, due to one obscure look from a passing stranger, you begin to feel insecure.  Or, someone close to you unintentionally says something that immediately pushes you off the pedestal you have placed yourself on.  The stranger with the obscure look was probably having a bad day and you landed in his line of sight.  Irrelevant, it still affects you.  Then, there is the other end of the scale.  You get up in the morning and no amount of make up or hair styling can make you feel good.  Basically, you feel like the dog next door is more attractive than you – you simply do not own IT today.  Then a casual acquaintance, someone you have occasionally said hello to in passing, will comment on how pretty they think you look this morning.  Then, all of a sudden, IT is back.  And that’s ok because you are allowed to feel good about yourself!

I was reading my niece S’s blog yesterday where she was talking about how some people have the ability to simply ignore a problem.  Specifically, a problem caused by a disagreement or misunderstanding.  Another example of how others can affect your happiness – or even ability to sleep at night.  I spoke to my niece a bit about it yesterday, and have spoken extensively about it in the past with my sister A.  We do not have this ‘ignore it’ ability.  We cannot sleep peacefully knowing there are unresolved problems hanging around!  Personally, I’ll lie in bed at night and it will play through my mind, and I will get angry, then sad, then angry.  We all wish we had this ‘switch it off’ mechanism in our minds that would allow us to just forget it and move on.  Unfortunately, we don’t.  Mostly I have found that it fades over time.  You still feel the occasional pang when you are lying in bed at night and your thoughts stray back to the problem, but you learn to get your mind to think of other things.  Like how that relative stranger called you pretty today, how you had a great time at the beach last weekend, how funny the last episode of Castle was..   You know, the coping mechanisms. 
Wow, reading back I can see that my mind is simply all over the place today.  I am still debating whether or not to post this…

At the end of the day though, I think I will TRY and follow my father’s advice: Fuck ‘em!  So, to my sisters, my nieces, my daughter, my mom (the beautiful women in my life) – we OWN IT!!  (and, if you figure out what IT is, please let me know!)












D

Montag, 5. März 2012

Turning up the heat.


Since we spent the last few days beating our feminist chests and being completely unimpressed with men in general, I thought it would be a good idea to remind ourselves what we enjoy the most about being women, and why we have not milked all males on the planet of their sperm, frozen it, rounded every last one of them up and deported them to Mars. (God imagine how much money the toy shops would make!)
So here it is to music. 




There is nothing else quite like watching a man lop off body parts :D





Oh it was most definitely the horse that caught our eye here... very fine bit of ... flesh :P



Wuve, twoo wuve... 

The following is not for viewers under 20 and over 80 and absolutely not to be watched without a very very cold shower close by!!


And for A!


Daniel Day Lewis is not usually on my list of hot men, but he is, in this film. 






Our little bit of sweetness that does not land on your hips? (damn it!!)






Gotta love BBC Period Drama's and Jane Austin... 


And to end things off for now, this... because of reasons!!
















Sonntag, 4. März 2012

O.M.G.!

I can't even...!


Drivel

I have always disliked James Bond.  Never cared for him, his secret service, fancy gadgets or his womanizing.  I never liked the way he bedded one woman after another, and I always felt that he had a total lack of respect for women.  A very unattractive quality in any man.  However, after watching that happy-slappy-Bond clip that Pet posted in the previous blog entry, I now actually think I might even hate the man.  But, I should also mention that my opinion on James Bond is totally based on the very few Bond movies I have actually watched – which is probably about 3, and were all starring Roger Moore.  I never really watched the earlier movies and have not seen any of the later – not even the ones with Pierce Brosnan or Daniel Craig.  I have absolutely no interest.

BUT – I found Pet’s last blog entry very interesting, and it got me thinking about how TV has changed. So I decided to do a bit of research on it.  I agree with Pet, abuse of any kind is not a laughing matter and is to be taken very seriously.  Which is why I am also not going to post my opinions on that here.  I am talking a total different kind of research here – stick with me, you’ll see where I am going with this:

We all know that James Bond was created and, until he died in 1964, written by Ian Flemming.  The novels following were written by Robert Markham, Christopher Wood, John Gardner and Raymond Benson.  I think it is obvious where I am going here right?  All men.  I also checked the list of directors of all the Bond movies, and again – all of the male gender.

Getting information on directors and writers of The Scarecrow and Mrs King was a bit harder.  I only managed to find a listing for the first season and noticed that of the 22 episodes, only 2 of them were written by women, and ALL directors listed were male.  After a bit more checking, I did find that the episode where Lee slaps Amanda was written and directed by men.

Ok, then I went and checked the list of Castle directors and writers for season (season 1 was only 10 episodes).  Out of the 24 season two episodes of Castle, 12 were written by a woman.  12!!!  Stay with me, I am getting to the point.

To sum up:  In 1984, in a complete season of a popular TV series, only 2 episodes  out of 22 were written by a women, and none directed.  In 2010, in a complete season of a popular TV series, 12 episodes out of 24 were written by women, and 3 episodes directed.

So, after all that drivel, I finally get to my point:  I agree with you that TV has changed!  Also, I am going to go ahead and claim that the reason that TV has changed, and that women are being treated better onscreen, is because women are more involved in the writing and directing of popular TV shows!  


OK, I know that to actually be allowed to make that statement, I would have to do a lo-hot more research on a wider range of TV shows.  But I simply don’t have the time, or the energy, to check the writers and directors of all popular TV shows ranging from the early 80’s up until today.  I also know that it is quite possible that my statement is actually based on the fact that I am currently pissed off with the world and focusing that wrath on men in particular (hard to take on the entire world, so I choose to take on the male population!  Less people on my list!) 

However, in a very small effort to be maybe a leetle bit fair, I will check the male/female director/writer blah blah ratio of another popular show – this time one from the 90’s.  Yes, I am going to do it!  Dr-fucking-Quinn!  Ok, perhaps not the best choice, since it was created by a woman, but I don’t care!  This is my post and I’ll conduct my research in a way I see fit.  Dr Quinn is it!  Research says that while most episodes were written by women, most episodes were directed by men.  So, we can claim a 50/50 in this case.  So, my point is made and backed up by ‚research‘.  Ha!

And, while we are on the subject of Dr Quinn, a show that is often ridiculed simply because in one episode, it shows Dr Mike performing plastic surgery on a burn victim with miraculous results.  So what, don’t care – loved it anyway.  What I really appreciated about the series is how it showed the long journey women have had to make, and how these few women who were not willing to accept being ‘slapped‘ actually paved the way for the rest of us.  It also contains a lot of history – and some facts.  The Battle of Washita River – true story.  The Women’s Medical College of Pennsylvania – actually existed.  Custer, Chief Black Kettle – all true historic figures.    Yep, I love Dr Quinn (and no, we will not have any comments regarding pushing cars up the hill one handed).  I loved Sully too!  A really really lot!

Anyhoo, all that rambling was simply to say that I think TV has changed.  I think it has improved, and I think that is solely thanks to the female population.  Maybe I’ll have a different attitude tomorrow (although I sincerely doubt it!)

D

Samstag, 3. März 2012

To Slap or Not to Slap?

The Slap!



As I mentioned I’ve recently started re-watching old movies and tv shows. And this has caused an inner debate with myself and to some extent with D.

bitchslapped


I grew up in a different time with different standards and different acceptances of those standards, one of which is what women considered abusive and what they accepted as something they had to tolerate if society thinks they deserved it.
Back when I first watched James Bond, I actually never thought anything of it when he gave a woman a good whack across the face. I don’t remember ever being horrified about it, or even put off by it. Now if he’d punched her, then I felt sick, but a slap was shrugged off as “she asked for it”. 







As recently as the 80’s I watched Scarecrow and Mrs King and never thought a thing about it when he gave her a little cheek smack. It was not a hard smack and not given in anger, and I don’t recall ever being shocked or shaken by that show. 
The first time I can remember a slap actually gave me pause on a film was Tequila Sunrise, Mel Gibson’s character is fiddling with the machinery on the boat while arguing with Michelle Phiffer’s character, something jolts him back and he ends up slapping her by accident. 
Yes I know it was an accident, but honestly you usually apologize when you accidentally smack someone, you don’t use it as an example of what you are capable of or to prove some point... BUT it’s still one of my favorite films and I still watch it over and over. So while it gave me pause it didn’t enrage me or even take any of my enjoyment of the film away.





Times change, and boy have they changed. While re-watching James Bond a few years back I was taken back by my reaction to Sean Connery’s and Roger Moor’s face slapping . So much so that it really did take away from my enjoyment of the films. I still watched them but not with the same joy I did before that.



What does it mean, have we become more emancipated? Have we realized that our lot in life is not to be punished like children when we screw up? Or have we become a little too full of ourselves? (I hear my inner feminist screeching obscenities in my head just writing that)

Feminist.


But before I try to rip my own head off I had better explain. My horror at watching a female getting slapped was of course mitigated by the fact that I am a female and having in the course of my life received one or two face slaps I can with all honestly say, they fucking hurt! I think Julia Roberts says it best in Pretty woman, 
Why do guys always know how to hit a woman right across the cheek ?
Wham ! And it feels like your eye is gonna explode.
And it does, though it’s not always the guys that do the hitting. Which brings me to my point. 


How do I react when the tables are turned? 
If she slaps him back I think, “You wimp, don’t slap him! Punch his bloody woman abusing lights out!”

If she slaps him first, my reaction is mostly satisfaction, (depending on the reasons for the slap which in most cases is him being a man and doing what men do best... say something stupid). 





If she up and punches him, I’m filled with respect and awe, “Dude I wanna be able to do that!”
If it’s two women slapping each other I tend to roll my eyes, because hollywood normally puts some man there to either fight the male baddy or have our hero enjoying the show in typical male asshole fashion. 
Men slapping other men? “Gay.” 
But bottom line, if a woman abuses a man with a running bitch slap my reaction is not a lick of horror or disgust, not even a twinge or a shudder, it’s normally..”go you!”
VIRTUAL BITCH-SLAPPED


Double standards? Could be.
Or perhaps it’s that women are about a stone or two lighter in the muscle department, and at least a foot in arm reach shorter than most men... which makes it a very unfair fight. 
But... to turn it around again, that could be why it’s a slap and not a punch that the penis head’s throw? 



Sean Connery’s has always been very open on his opinion on the subject, he feels if the argument has escalated so far that he as a man has no other option, a firm flat handed (never with a fist) slap is warranted. 
Barbara Walters the woman interviewing him was not impressed with his stand on that, then nor twenty years ago when he first said it. She did however at the end of the interview point out that Mr. Connery has been married for 37 years and there has never been a breath of scandal or problems in that marriage. If anything his very tiny wife seems very much in charge of the house and him. 
So maybe she likes a little slap with her tickle, who knows. Personally I believe the last person with the right to slap me in the name of discipline was my mother before I turned 18, the police and judicial system are the only ones who have any say in punishing me after that. 



I’m far more likely to respond to a “you hurt me and I’m upset” from my significant other than I am to a sudden explosion of pain to the face, all that awakes in me is the urge to give the slapper’s internal organs, breathing holes, with a carving knife. 
But, I also don’t think its right to rip an 80 year old man to shreds in an interview for his beliefs, he’s lived in a time where those beliefs were acceptable, and they have harmed no one, why keep slapping at him ?(I know I know, it’s puny!) Just to show what I mean here's another little clip. And we might note an ex president of the USA, being a happy slapper too.



The Golden Age of Broad Smacking from Leecher on Vimeo.



Food for thought and plenty of it. 


On a more sober note any form of abuse is never a mater to take lightly, nor in jest, and I would never do either, it’s a nightmare without end for women all over the world, and it’s something that we need to find a way to stop, not just the physical abuse, but also the even more insidious physiological abuse, which in many ways is so much more destructive, but that is another blog for another time. 


Donnerstag, 1. März 2012

Romance makes the world go round.

D.. I love the new look, much better than the Exorcist puke green :P







Now on to my post.



Lot of things going around and around in my head at the moment, but the most prominent one would be D’s reference to a “coping mechanism”.
She is quite right we have used our ship’s to distract us, and it’s been something we have been doing for a really long time. 






I remember going back to the original Moonlighting days, obviously we shipped Maddy and whatshisname, but there were ships before that. So many, and a lot of them actually came in, in one form or another.
Scarecrow and Mrs.King... I loved that show and recently re-watched it and I have to say if Kate Jackson had not become too ill to carry on, that would have been a show everyone could point at and say Moonlighting what? The chemistry between Amanda and Lee just got better and better after they got together.

Remington Steel, technically they did not do the actual deed (have sex) until the final episodes, a fact that I’m still debating over with D, she thinks not and I think they were going at it like bunnies just not being talkative about it :P 

However with or without bumping uglies, they did start falling in the lo-ove and doing the kiss kiss smooch smooch thing as early as season 3? 
Which means that ship came in, and yet the show still continued for anther 3 or 4 seasons. Giving us the obligatory dinner and wine in front of the fireplace smooch at the end of the occasional episode.
What kept them interesting where other show’s failed? Not the bed, the kisses or even the “I love you’s”. 
It was those Mummy moments.


For D and A, I won’t have to explain what that is, but I’ll explain anyway. 
In The Mummy, Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisse have unbelievable chemistry, made so much more intense by BF’s characters reaction to falling in love and the woman he’s falling for. 
Never from the moment he kisses her in the Egyptian prison to the end of the second film, do you doubt that he would die for this woman, she is everything, and his entire being is focused on her. 


Rick looks at Eve as if she is all his christmases and birthdays past, present and future wrapped up just for him. It’s there in his face, in the way he touches her, in the way he talks to her and in the way he holds her, and that is what makes me watch those films over and over again. 


And that’s what made five years of no sex work in RS, or getting married in secret in SMK.

It was there in 5 seasons of Bones, and it was there in Murdoch Mysteries, and it is there in Castle. Sadly the last two seasons of Bones have not had that, and Murdoch Mysteries is just a phenomenal disappointment.


(sorry could not resist)
It’s Alpha male meets his soul mate, his other half, and his to cherish and protect from all, even herself. (Sexiest scene in a film... Rick throwing Eve over his shoulder.. OMG can anything get hotter?) 


Con Air... Cameron Poe and his Hummingbird, the way he looks at her at the end, as if he’s afraid to touch her incase she disappears. (And really what woman with a pulse does not have it speed up and get hotter when he turns to walk off that plane?)
Much mentioned and still deserving of a mention, The Notebook, the look on his Noah’s face when he looks at his Allie, the kiss aside that look alone does it for me.

The Wedding Date, Nick had the words but he also treated Kat and looked at her as if she were his only reason to live.


Dear John, he’s big and tough and does not say much, but the eyes, oh man they truly light up when that tiny woman walks into his life.


The Last of the Mohicans, that “I will find you”, scene is one of hollywoods finest moments, and I’ve seen it used in romantic film clips many many times. 
And there are thousands more, and each and every one of them have “The Mummy Touch” though to be absolutely honest, none of them quite do it as well as Brendan Fraser, but I digress.
The single biggest seller in book genre’s has always been and still is the Romance genre, be it Paranormal, Futuristic, Fantasy, Erotic, Historical or Contemporary, they sell more copies than any other genre, and we all know how those end. We want our happy ever after, we need it, we deserve it and it’s time the show writers woke up and realized not giving it to us is what kills their shows.
Why do they not realize the death of any good series is giving the audience a romance and then destroying it.
Then there is how our hero treats his heroine, I know times have changed and women are shown to be more in charge and likely to do the protecting and ass kicking than the guy, and I love that, but there is nothing wrong with treating her like a woman even while she’s kicking down the doors he wants to open.

The Ghost and Mrs Muir, I remember even as a kid thinking they are so in love but he’s a ghost so its never going to work, and to be honest I don’t remember if it did or not, but I know through out the entire series he treated her with respect and adoration.


Respect and Adoration, now there I think is the rub in it all, in an age where it seems to be cool to call ourselves bitches and ho’s, and even cooler to be called that by your significant other. There is not much respect and adoration being shown. 
Sure we don’t need men to open our doors, or pull out our chairs, or hold our arm when we walk up and down stairs, but it’s really nice when they do, and it’s still nice to watch because all those little things say the same thing... he protects and cares.
So I will carry on looking back, and watching old shows, from a time before fear took all the good writers and turned them into wimps, but I will hope and watch for the day one writer will have the courage to break through that wall of fear and give us a show that finally puts an end to all the nonsense.