You know, ever since I dragged my girl (by the hair and kicking and screaming all the way) to watch Rambo 4, I knew I was in for some blowback (despite that I think she secretly enjoyed it). It came with Twilight while she went through one of her "girly" phases. We watched the movie, that is to say, SHE and a bunch of other girls watched the movie while I and a bunch of other guys that had been dragged there (by the short and curlies, pleading for mercy) sat in the back of the theatre and huddled around a Nintendo DS and PSP like radioactive-cybernetic-zombie-apocalypse survivors around a lizard baking over a garbage can fire.
Jai, in her current girly phase, dragged me to New Moon (I knew better and brought my laptop for some Red Alert 3). Thing was, by about halfway through, she was hovering over my shoulder screaming at me to build more Guardian tanks. Now I'm no expert, but if a girl in an extreme girly phase (scented bath oil, ice cream, the oh so dangerous "I feel fat" discussion) would rather watch stolen Shogun battleships blasting apart static defenses, then New Moon must be doing something wrong.