Tell me Lee Pace isn't gorgeous. And he went to Klien High School! But Pushing Daisies is also great because of the simply wonderful words. Such as...
"She read about people she could never be, on adventures she would never have. Life was good enough until one day it wasn't. Chuck wanted more. But at Boutique Travel Travel Boutique she got more than she bargained for."
"Chuck: I can't even hug you? What if you need a hug? A hug can turn your day around.Ned: I'm not a fan of the hug.
Chuck: Then you haven't been hugged properly. It's like an emotional Heimlich. Someone puts their arms around you and they give you a squeeze and all your fear and anxiety come shooting out of your mouth in a big wet wad and you can breath again."
Lately I have been thinking.
So although I don't exactly believe most minorities are being "oppressed," I feel that statistically, something has to be wrong. I don't believe that certain races are inherently less intelligent than others. Therefore, I draw the conclusion that something must be wrong within the system. Some little, teensy tiny thing. Just because it doesn't make sense.
There are so many wonderful, beautiful movies and books and stories and photographs about two people who find one another perfect, and fall in love, and are for each other. Together. And even more stories about quirky, slightly shy, atypical people who find each other. So I'm drawing the conclusion that it's not as difficult as people say. Because odds are, if there are enough movies and stories about that sort of thing, it must actually exist.