You Can't Make Me!

Jeb, one of the contributors to Girlfriday, reminds us:

Let me start by saying that as anyone who knows me would tell you, I am a George Bush loving conservative. I think the Iraq war is right and abortion is wrong. Terry Schiavo was murdered. Richard Nixon is over-demonized. Reagan had tremendous foresight, and George Bush is no idiot.

I love cowboys. I love a good Western. I have loved Clint Eastwood from afar, literally for as long as I can remember. Homosexuality is wrong. Adultery is wrong.

But she went to see Brokeback Mountain anyway:

So I think I should have hated Brokeback Mountain. But I didn’t. I was moved to tears. Heartbroken even.

After a long and thoughtful review, she concludes:

If Brokeback Mountain is meant to be some kind of endorsement of homosexuality well then I didn’t get it and I’d have to give it an “F.” But if it is supposed to be a small, poetic illustration of one part of the human condition it does an achingly good job.

Read the whole thing HERE.

But she still can't make me go see it. No she can’t.
[Sounds of feet stamping wildly.]
No!