I'm doing it. I'm bringin up Sex and the City, Volume 2, in a vomitous stream of putrid chyme.
The tv programme is a guilty pleasure, a little like cans of Heinz Macaroni Cheese, the yellow variety that slides down the gullet with carbohydrated ease. The book was truly, actually, good, in that it seems like a foetus-ripping assault on the vacuous blondehole that is Carrie Bradshaw.
But the films...well what can I say that would top Lindy West's rampage in The Stranger, or outshout the delightful Mark Kermode's excellent bay?
Nothing, so I'll just suck it up (an expression borrowed from a wonderful United Stateswoman) and bitch about it to all I meet.
Passive?
Meet Agressive.
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Ha ha! This post has officially made my day. You are so very very right.
Yes. Great post. I really like your blog and agree with your points.
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Thanks Demented_Charmer...I still have to see it though, just to know HOW wrong it really is. Ugh.
@Holemaster, Why, I thought you were being complimentary! Sigh :)
Blondhole is a great insult.
"You orange skinned blondhole"
Yep. That works.
So I haven't seen the film, and to be fair I have such little respect for my feminist sensibilities these days that I'll probably lap it up (I LOVED the last one) BUT I just have to say YES YES on the Heinz Macaroni front. It tastes like nothing else on earth, as far as I can tell, but its hold over me me is undeniable.
Can't even spell the word, it seems. Le sigh. If you need me I'll be in the queue for the FHM High Street Honeys casting.
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