A couple of nights ago I watched "Mona Lisa Smile" on Le Netflix. Being a Seven Sisters grad, I had a vague interest in this period piece that can be fairly assessed as "Dead Poet's Society at Wellesley." Julia Roberts was horribly miscast as a "progressive" art history teacher at "repressive" Wellesley in the '50s. The film is rife with historical inaccuracies that only someone well-read on the topic of Seven Sisters history would note. The movie depicted students getting married before graduation and finishing their degrees, but at least at Smith, students who married were required to withdraw from school. Also, I don't think Wellesley girls would be that rude, prissy, or stuck-up, or that the art history department would be so resistant to the study of modern art. Real '50s Wellesley alums said as much in response to the film.
Anyway, another reason to hate on Hollywood. But, there was a very riveting, at least to me, subplot in which the "chubby sarcastic girl" gets set up with the "bitchy cunt who gets hers in the end's" cousin, who was a stereotypically geeky-but-sweet boy who takes a shine to her in spite of the fact that she can't believe any guy would want to date her. I was like, "dude, he is the hottest piece in this whole trainwreck of a film. Fuck that fake Italian guy." Even with the over-the-top highwater pants and the thick-as-my-booty glasses, I was like, "shit, would there have been a nerdy Harvard man for me had I gone to college fifty years ago?"
I don't need a time machine for hot nerdy men. I sleep next to one every night. Bob is the gold standard of nerd hotness, but he is spoken for. Back off, computer geek girl!
Tomorrow, Netflix is bringing me "Walk the Line." Expect June-and-Johnny themed memes later in the week.