cry me a milliliter

The Post today had a moderately interesting article about a study to see whether chemicals in tears might influence people nearby.

( My favorite part was at the end, when they talk about how they got the tears. )

I very VERY rarely cry at movies, but for some reason the end of West Side Story always brings me to tears. And way-back-when I sobbed for 20 or 30 minutes after seeing David Cronenberg's remake of The Fly. The friends I saw it with were initially mortified (we were all still in high school, young enough to be mortified by things like that), and at first they teased me gently about it, but they actually got kinda freaked out when I just kept crying.

(Honestly, it was PMS. I know that's a diagnosis that's been completely devalued by being tossed around anytime a woman is ticked off, but that incident was one of a handful of times in my life that I've had a bizarrely disproportionate emotional reaction -- even at the time, I could tell it was out of proportion, but I couldn't stop -- and then gotten my period within 12-24 hours.)