I need some air!

Oh, something depressing has just happened to me.  I watched part one of Jane Eyre on ABC tonight – and I liked it.  A lot.  Ugh!  Some nineteenth century romance.  I feel so common, so pathetically female. 

God, you’d think from our literature that infatuation is a purely female issue.  It only happens to women, and men in stories written by women.  Oh the angst.