So, Spock and I watched a chick-flick gone wrong tonight. It was called 'Pyar Impossible' and it chronicled all about how difficult it was for froggy to love the princess. Or for our princess to love the froggy. Until princess realized that froggy loved her (had always loved her, will always love her) and thought: who gives a shit about looks in the face of utter devotion and demonstrated good taste? So what if he looks a bit like a monkey? Her superior genes would (she was sure) overshadow his general frogginess (or is it monkey-ness?). Plus at-home IT solutions are never a bad thing. Point being, Princess discovered froggy had his uses and true-love was born.
And that, darlings, is what it's all about, argue I. Spock disagrees. She says that Princess was an idiot.
I say, if Spock was princess, she would have gone for froggy too! *hah* says she, and shows me proof that froggy came, froggy wrote but froggy did NOT conquer.
Some princesses, says Spock, are made of sterner stuff.