Sleepless in Seattle is currently playing on Lifetime, and because I've decided to be a total lady cliche today, I'm watching it. I've probably seen it 20 times, and the more I watch it, the creepier it gets.
A lot of essays nowadays leave us thinking, "I really hope this writer's kids never grow up and read this on the Internet. And they will." Yesterday's NY Times "Modern Love" column is no exception... but there's a twist:
A couple of engagement-related stories in the news this week are pretty wretched.