Have you met a single person who doesn't love When Harry Met Sally? I haven't. I'd wager even the folks who have seen it just once could easily identify one line from Nora Ephron's hilarious script, i.e. "I'll have what she's having."
I admit opening this post using that iconic line to get to a self-referential point is sneaky. But bear with me. Because a less recalled scene from that revered movie does have some uncanny resemblance to a recent turn of events from my blogging life. In that scene, the four principals are sharing their first dinner together. Sally's best friend - portrayed by Carrie Fischer - cites a recent magazine article she's read which, unbeknownst to her, turns out to have been written by Harry's journalist friend, played by Bruno Kirby. Kirby's character's puffed-up reaction to this flattering coincidence is so .. male. Case in point:
I receive a nice comment on the blog post in which I coined the term "bro-bragging". A new reader tells me he is going to borrow my neologism in the future. So far, Pat is happy but still in control of his senses. Then, in a conversation about male fragility several weeks later, someone quotes two of three elements mentioned in that same post, nearly verbatim. When I cite the missing third element he couldn't recall, he says he remembers reading that same post and indicates that is "probably" where he'd gotten the first two.
At that point, the nasty ego is stirring but still in check. Alas, my Bruno Kirby moment arrived a few days ago. Seeing an e-mail with "bro-bragging" in the subject line - the writer saying she'd stolen it from a blog post that made her laugh out loud - puffed my feathers to peacock-sized dimensions. I'll credit Director Rob Reiner - BTW, that's Reiner's Mom who smirks the line while seated in the NY Deli next to Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal - and screenwriter Nora Ephron for giving me the context for this solipsistic post. And I'll close with a big thanks to the three people who delivered me my Bruno Kirby moment. God bless you all.