Your relationship is not Fight Club

I grew up in the 1980s, a time when movie love affairs were always depicted as wildly passionate by means of two tropes: the night-time, silhouetted love scene, and The Fight: a fiery, very public screaming match that would always involve slamming stuff or clothes being thrown off a balcony.

Naturally, when I later had my first ‘Almost The One’ love relationship, it seemed only fitting that our passionate love affair enjoyed passionate public arguments. At the time, this was easily done since we were in Taiwan and our neighbours probably thought we just crazy waiguorens noising up the place with incomprehensible shouting.

And we did a lot of shouting.