It’s been a week since the Super Bowl and I have a confession to make: I cry at commercials. It’s pretty embarrassing, I have to say, especially when I’m in a room with about ten or so people. And most of them are men. Whether it’s a puppy and horse becoming BFF, or Sarah McLachlan showing up to ruin my day, I shed a tear or four. That is, however, all that commercials get out of me. A brief emotional flash that doesn’t even leave my living room. And I’m....