my mother was getting nostalgic for some reason, and decided that tonight would be movie night. because dad as asleep promptly at 8

0, (i'm not comfortable talking about why this is) it was just me, her and abagail. she decided to watch my fair lady.
I remember seeing it when i was 10, and dear me, have i ever made a larger error in judgment thinking it was the most homo-erotic movie ever just for being a musical!
At that tender age my heart was too callous to be wafted about the streets of victorian london to the songs of the street urchins! It was too heavy to soar skyward on the melodies of the upper crust at the horse races. And, most of all, my heart was too hopeless to think that a "vile female creature" could be transformed into a beautiful, respectable and grammatically correct angel!
I especially liked how the cold professor Higgins had his heart melted by the reverberations of the female voice. Although he read Keats, he could not FEEL. (I've read Keats, and I assure you I can FEEL) But when the magic of a muse, his creation in the mold of Pygmalion, sings to him, he becomes a human soul in posession of his second half. (According to Plato's Symposium, which is alluded to when Higgins holds a bust of half a human head).
I am resolved. Harlotte and I will have movie night, and this will be our movie. Perhaps she will see the angel within her I can uncover if only she desires to be bettered through intellect.