This movie is like an update of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Except it has a ferret instead of a cat named Cat.
Many years ago I wrote about how you should always look out for those ‘Holly Golightly’s in your life and then, by the end of my explanation of why, discovered that I was myself a Holly Golightly.
This movie reminds me of my current relationship.
He’s a germaphobe, doesn’t eat food with his hands, lectures me about why I shouldn’t eat certain things because of how germy they are. He’s calculated and has a life plan which includes owning a house by the time he’s thirty.
I’m not that upset with germs, frankly. I love trying new foods and, of course, eating with your hands was totally my childhood. I’m a planner, yes, but I haven’t planned that far in advance ever in my whole life. The furthest ahead I’ve ever looked is three years and that’s really pushing it.
What’s odd, though, is that he’s the imperturbable one. He can’t be upset for anything. I’m “a born fighter” he says before mentioning how surprising it is that I wasn’t more into sports. I’m excitable and easy to incite.
I could probably start a riot all on my own if I wanted.
But let’s not test the theory.