This month on the Femmes, we’re talking romantic moments. This was actually tough for me because I’m generally not a fan of the grand, sweeping gestures that can be associated with a genuine “romantic moment.” To qualify as romantic in my mind, it doesn’t need to be someone hopping on a plane after watching Cuba Gooding, Jr. score the winning touchdown so he can interrupt Girl’s Night Out (hello, TIMING!?) to declare, “You. Complete. Me.”

Blerg, as Liz Lemon would say.

I am not a cynic, however. I have plenty of favorite romantic moments, but they’re on a smaller scale. I’ll take Jake Gyllenhaal’s “I wish I knew how to quit you,” over Jerry Maguire any day.
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