I don't want to sound sexist, but let's face the simple fact that women are generally more romantic than men. Okay, maybe that's inaccurate. Maybe we're just more sentimental about romance. We remember first dates, first kisses, first texts and even first fights. We remember anniversaries, birthdays and holidays. What we can't seem to forget and wish we could are the countless birthdays, New Year's Eve's and Valentine's Days we have spent alone devouring a carton of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey (which is exactly what we'll feel like after we devour it) and crying into our pillow.
In February 2010, Warner Brothers and Garry Marshall released a sappy movie about Valentine’s Day, unimaginatively entitled Valentine’s Day with a star-studded cast of heart throb men like Bradley Cooper (yum), Aston Kutcher (double yum), and Grey’s Anatomy’s McDreamy Patrick Dempsey to pull on the heartstrings of every single and unhappily married woman in America. Unfortunately, there seems to be money in making women miserable, so Garry Marshall reinvented the not so exciting wheel, employing some of the same ensemble cast, this past December with a movie about New Year’s Eve, aptly called New Year’s Eve. Genius! Who does give him the inspiration for his titles?