Why Can’t a Woman Be More Like a Man?

Screen Shot 2013-08-25 at 5.55.01 PMOne of the things I love about having a daughter is exposure. Pre-Casey, I never bought dresses, never tied pigtails, never played with Barbies, never had my toenails painted, never watched princess movies. The cliched tough guy might read that last sentence and think, “Who the hell wants that kind of experience?”

Well, I do. I’ve loved them all.

The latest piece of beauty has come over the past three nights, when—at Casey’s request—we’ve been watching “My Fair Lady.” Traditionally, this isn’t the sort of flick I’d gravitate toward. A. Because it’s old; B. Because it’s called “My Fair Lady”; C. Because it stars Audrey Hepburn, who has never interested me.

All that has changed. I loved this movie. Absolutely loved it. The songs. The actors. The plot. It’s a smart, fun experience, and even if most of Hepburn’s musical scenes are dubbed, she shines. For me, the absolute best part (maybe of any musical—ever) comes when Rex Harrison sings, “Why Can’t a Woman be More Like a Man?”

Trust me and watch. Just awesome.