I wanted to go back to Ludo and his princess dress. By the end of the film, I was crying. Crying at a Kevin Smith film is like crying at the Muppet Show. It seemed like when we are any older than Ludo, it becomes a case of one thing or another - and even as children our choices are being cut out from under us. This ain't Pride and Prejudice.
Anarchy is liberating and joyous - but it's also terrifying.
As if it's not bad enough being confronted with 97 types of crisps at the bar, the choice of whom and how we love has gone ballistic. Catullus had a girlfriend called Lesbia. Perhaps confusion is what it's all about - being everything is better than being labelled and reduced to nothing. Plunge yourself into the cauldron of confusion - diversity comes from disorder, even if it takes a few Kleenex to get there. And remember no decision is irreversible - I still believe the girl is out there, but I'm open to the suggestion that that girl might once have been a boy.