where is my beige iridescent lipstick?

while perusing the internet for celebrity gossip, i found out patrick swayze has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer (not the most respectable way to find out when all you're looking for is another link to javier bardem's nudie stills...yes. i said 'another'). anyway, i remember when dirty dancing came out and everyone went crazy for it...my best friend at the time was even reenacting the crawling across the floor scene for her talent show (we went to different schools if you were wondering why i said "her" talent show instead of "our" talent show. how she managed to do something this sexual for a public school in the 7th grade is beyond me).

i never got to see dirty dancing at the theaters, so i didn't know the glory i was missing. i just knew that summer suddenly perms, cut-off denim shorts and keds were in style. years after it was released, after the perms were grown out and the cut-off denims and keds were donated to the DAV, i finally got to watch it on VHS. i adored it. i am supposed to adore that movie...being of the female persuasion...right (contrary to popular belief, i AM a woman. i am not elton john or gary oldman or fucking phillip seymour hoffman, who are, unfortunately, my wonderful myheritage.com look-a-likes. i like these guys and all, but i don't really want to be told i look like them)?!?! i'm not trying to be sexist or whatever, but i honestly don't think i know a female that hasn't enjoyed this movie.

i even went to college a few miles from where the actual resort is located. i don't know what it is about dirty dancing, but it brings out the squishy girly hearts and puppies side of me. it's not like i actually really like any of the actors and i don't even know who directed it, which is what usually attracts me to a movie (thus my juliette binoche, alfonso cuaron, quentin tarantino, pedro "i always spell his last name wrong" almodovar, diego luna/gael garcia bernal, LOTR, kate winslet collections). and nothing really annoys me--not even the sister singing "hula hana of kamana whala hula bay"--about it.

it. is. just. perfect.

so i am writing this to support patrick swayze. i am by no means the biggest fan of his, but one of his movies has made me smile on my darkest days.

as for those of you who have never given its sister movie, havana nights, a chance, i suggest you do so immediately.