Why don't boys have good southern manners, chiseled features, and love for me? Why do we send texts; bright, glaring, abbreviated, texts; instead of writing love letters on soft paper with personalized handwriting and a grandiose vocabulary? Why isn't this leather couch a sandy beach and this laptop a man I can lay on? Why on earth do I watch the Notebook no matter how many times I've seen it, and no matter how much it makes my heart ache with loneliness and hate for our generation?
