No Woman, No Cry

By Margaret Hicks in Arts & Entertainment on Apr 7, 2006 4:28PM

We like girly. If the mood is right, we can get our nails done with the best of ‘em. But sometimes, we find ourselves submissive to the female prowess. We stand in front of a rack of $100 t-shirts and offer it our callused hand-paws, and wonder what it is that’s different about us, and why we can’t possibly paint our entire bedroom pink, and hang crystal chandeliers.

These were the questions we asked ourselves last night at Shopgirl, where they hosted a book party for “How To Sleep With A Movie Star.” The store was filled with slightly-older-than-29-year-old-women, rifling through racks of cutesy clothes, not batting an eyelash at $225 jeans, who seemed to think there might be an actual movie star there to sleep with.

The book was written by Kristin Harmel and is your basic “normal, every day girl, manages to bed and wed the handsome, down-to-earth movie star” gig. Harmel paired up with designer Amy Tangerine, who was selling $75 “I sleep with movie stars” t-shirts for $60! WOW! Keep in mind they had “I don’t sleep with movie star” t-shirts, also for $60! Now, if these t-shirts had sixty bucks worth of chocolate on them, Chicagoist might have picked one up, but alas, they were just plain cotton.

And as we sarcastically read through this particular book-candy, we were on our high horse, knowing this stuff was no Tolstoy, and that we could come up with better metaphors. But femalingly true to form, we ended up crying at the end, weeping like a baby when Plain Jane gets her man. Now we’re off to watch “A Knight’s Tale”, and "Jerry McGuire". Shush up now, they're good movies, now hand us a tissue.