Editor Andrew here, readers. As some of you know, I’m in Santa Fe. Last night I spent some time with my sister, Laura, who was watching Bridget Jones’ Diary when I arrived at her house. She claims to hate movies like that, but I suspect otherwise. Anyway, that fucking flick has me thinking of “true love” and it’s making me sick. Even Oxygen’s ultra-trashy Bad Girls Club didn’t wipe away the residual emotions. Please tell me someone out there had a similarly nauseated reaction to the 2001 picture. Please!