Confession: I used to be a hater. In my twenties, I got hung up on being the “cool girl” who could hang with the guys all night crushing PBR tall boys, stuffing every variety of bacon-flavored food down my face-hole while watching sports, and rolling my eyes at chick stuff like Grey’s Anatomy. I was ‘above’ anything I considered overtly girly or “chick lit,” priding myself on being unsentimental. I hate-watched The Notebook and basically did my own Mystery Science Theater 3000 routine throughout the movie, mocking anyone who loved it. When it came to movies, television, and fiction, I eschewed romance for dark comedy, sci-fi, and action. In college, I used to say that the most romantic movie ever made was Sid & Nancy because EVERYONE LOOK AT HOW EDGY I AM.