Dr. Date: I’m in love with a film bro

I’m looking at him while he’s looking at Uma Thurman’s feet.

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Dr. Date

Dear Dr. Date,

I’ve been speculating about this since our first date, but I think the guy I’m with is a film bro. He insists we call movies “films,” forces me to do Tarantino marathons with him every Thursday night, hates Anne Hathaway and Amy Adams because he says they are “too nice” and won’t shut up about “Malcolm and Marie.” 

I don’t want him to feel bad about liking something, but he’s really starting to get on my nerves. Like, he can’t remember my birthday, but he knows the intimate details of every single Alfred Hitchcock production horror story? Disgusting. 

Got any advice?

Signed, 

Play it no more, Sam


Dear Play it no more Sam,

Well, nobody’s perfect. The way I see it, you have two options: You can either stow these feelings way down deep somewhere and let your partner enjoy what he does, or you could try to broach the subject delicately. Yes, he deserves to like the things he likes. However, one partner’s interests should not eclipse the whole relationship. 

I suppose I don’t know the severity of his love for ~cinema~ but I think you should think long and hard about how you want to delicately proceed. After that, you’ve gotta ask yourself one question: Do I feel like my partner is capable of an open dialogue? 

Well … do ya, punk? 

After all, sometimes love means never having to say you’re tired of French New Wave. 

Sincerely, 

Dr. Date