Romantic comedies

I spoke to one of my brothers on the phone tonight (not the married one). I didn't tell him about the wedding, but Mum did, after my meltdown a week ago. He told me that the news didn't bother him, since he's "pretty liberal about these things", and he thinks I should do whatever I want.

"Are you going to have kids?" he asked.

"I don't know," I told him.

"'Cause they can do that now, you know. With donors, and all that."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not sure. We'll have to see."

It was kind of cool to have that discussion, although I must admit to finding this talk of children a bit unsettling. Someone else asked me the same question at a party earlier today. I didn't expect that anyone would ask us that. At least, I didn't expect that anyone would ask it quite so quickly after hearing of the wedding. I knew that it happens to straight couples, but it didn't occur to me that the same would happen to us.

On another note, tonight I watched Sweet Home Alabama, the Reese Witherspoon movie. I also must confess that I watched The Wedding Planner on TV last week. Yes, I did. Let's call it research, not poor taste, okay? Please stop reading now if you haven't seen these films and don't want the ending spoiled ...

What bothers me about both films is the ridiculous premise that you can be romantically involved with someone (for years, in one case), plan to marry them, and then leave them at the altar for:
a) the person who was designated your soul mate at the age of ten amid an electrical storm; or b) someone you've known for about three days and haven't even kissed.

And the dumpee realises immediately, and with great serenity and no hard feelings, that the thoughtless git who is dumping them is actually making the right decision for all concerned. Come on! This is a romantic comedy? I don't mean to be a spoilsport, but when did being a deceitful, irresponsible arsehole suddenly become so romantic? Maybe I'm expecting too much from my J. Lo movies.