So I just finished watching Confessions of a Shopaholic. It’s so sweet*, so nice*, so cute*, how at the end she realises that she doesn’t need clothes to define her and, in the very same scene, the cute British guy with the cute British accent comes along to show her how she is worth so much.
What I get out of this is: 1) she doesn’t need things, or a person to show or realise her own value.
2) when she understands this, she gets the guy
3) the guy is her reward. It’s like he is is the ‘thing’ that shows her she is worth something, and she gets that ‘thing’ because she realises she is worth something on her own.
Okay, that’s quite contradictory.
Just to be clear here, the ‘thing’ is not really the guy (even though a cute British guy with a cute British guy is one great reward), it’s the fact that she has love.
Her father says that he is not defined by the things that he buys, but by the love from and for his wife and daughter. Ergo, the main character, Rebecca, is defined by love. However, the love from her friends, her parents, etc. is not enough to give her a good or full definition.
The love that can give her a full definition (or, to make her a whole person) is the romantic love from cute British guy. I’m sorry but I’d like to dispute this. At a brighter hour, when I’m not so tired, or when I have the kindling spark of romance in my eyes again (I know it will be back one day), I’ll be able to see that. Meanwhile, I have had the idea of my own self-worth in my head and in my heart for years. It could be pride, stubbornness, or a genuine sense of self-worth, or my own humility that makes me feel as though I am my own person, or a mixture of all of them – but, no matter what it is, I know I can survive on my own. What is more, I can live on my own.
But to share a life would mean so much more to me.
*These words, this whole sentence really, or at least the clause, works on the premise that intones it it how Bernadette Peters sings”You’re so nice” in “Last Midnight” at about 1:35 (enjoy the song!)