Jul 8, 2011

A few days ago Savvy and I were having a conversation and the movie Sparkle (with Irene Cara and Phillip Michael Thomas) came up in conversation. It really took me back to my childhood. I had to be about 8 years old the first time I ever saw Sparkle on television. I've always been a glamour girl so I loved the scenes where Sista, Sparkle and the one whose name I can never remember used to get all dressed up to sing in the club. I'd wrap a towel around my shoulders like it was the baddest fox fur ever made, put on my mother's pumps, and belt out "Giving him something he can feel," all off key.

Maybe because I am someone's little sister in real life, I immediately identified with Sparkle. And so when she kissed Phillip Michael Thomas on the roof while she was supposed to be hanging out laundry, I immediately fell in love. Now, back then Phillip Michael Thomas was the king of all pretty boys, but it really want' his looks that did it for me; instead, I was attracted to how protective he was over Sparkle. How he believed in her ability to sing even when she thought Sista was the main attraction. Even when he wanted to get as far away from the city as possible, he wanted to rescue her and take her with him.

He believed in her so much he borrowed money from the mob so she could make her own record. And if that wasn't enough when the mob decided they wanted control of Sparkle's career, he rode around in the back of a limo prepared to take a bullet in the brain for her. I'm pretty sure that I didn't know enough about life to understand everything that was happening when I first saw that scene but I did know what fear was, and he was scared. But not scared enough to betray the one he loved.

It's probably been over 5 years since I've seen Sparkle (I'll be watching it this weekend though) but I realized the movie has left an indelible impression on me. Because of that last scene, I define love as loyalty and sacrifice. It's probably the reason that I write romance novels and it definitely influences how my heroes are developed.

But even in my everyday life, it's never been enough to have a man say that he loves me. He has to back it up with action. To feel loved, I need to see the loyalty and the sacrifice.

Some little girls fall in love with the notion of love; this little girl fell in love with men who at windmills and slay dragons. What does love look like to you?


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