I've been trying for weeks to get the new girl to open up at work, but after a few dead attempts at talking about Lindsay Lohan, sales at Target, and school, I just shared a debate I had with Hazel and Judy about the ending of Titanic.
I would put [WARNING SPOILER] but if you don't know what happens, then you've either had neglectful parents or don't have Internet. If the former, I actually had parents who took me to the midnight showing for this film when I was seven, so I'm not sure what's worst. If it's that latter case, then you really wouldn't have access to this blog, now would you?
So I started to just talk to the new girl about it, saying how Jack and Rose couldn't possibly fit on that door to save both of their lives because the door was pretty thin. I mean, it had to break off tons of things to get out of the ship and there were fires from the boat tipping over and letting the candles go everywhere, and it was already a pretty thin door probably. Then the new girl, who I always took to be docile and extremely quiet, simply broke into my diatribe with a flat, effective, "No. They could've fit."
Like that. A decree of fact that really took the wind out of my sails.
I looked at her, astonished. "Well in shape, maybe," I relented. "But the door was pretty beat up and thin for both of them to--"
"No. They could've fit," she decreed.
I couldn't stop gaping. "But, I read an article where these scientists actually tried it out just to see." I laughed. "James Cameron was actually pretty mad that no one would believe that people would question his plot device! Anyway, the scientists said that given the dimensions or the weight of the door, it just wouldn't have worked anyway."
I turned to see how she took it, but there wasn't really any new expression. "I don't know about that," she said. "But I think they could've fit." Nothing more against my compelling science-based data.
"But it's a symbol!" I turned to instead. "Jack lived a full life of traveling to Paris to draw prostitutes and plum gambles for tickets to America! He's wild. He's lived his life. He gives the opportunity to Rose, who was in a cage up until she met him!"
She laughed, which sounded like a dismissive scoff to me. "Well, if I were her, I would've tried to at least share the door."
"They hardly knew one another, though. It's been at least three days or something. I mean, she loved him, sure, but she wasn't ready to die yet. She just started living life! Living her life!" I emphasized.
The girl was laughing now. "Then she should've been like 'hey, I just met you, I think I might keep you around longer. Share the other half of this door with me.'"
She had a point there. I didn't say anything more on the subject, but I wasn't even upset* that I lost. It was the most animated discussion we had since she started working with me.
This blog post was almost never written because in trying to find a photo, I stumbled upon one of those fan tumblrs dedicated to Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio.
*I must be becoming more mature. Then again, I spent at least thirty minutes on that Kate and Leo tumblr.