1.) Little Women. We read this book for book club a few months ago. It bugged the shit out of me. I'm sorry, I know that's awful. I have nothing against classic literature. Some of it I love. But this book was more evidence that it was a really good thing that I had boys because I would have had about 1/millionth of the patience of "Marmee" dealing with all that estrogen. Dra-ma.
2.) Sex and the City: The Movie. Wow. This movie is a crap sandwich with a turd pickle on the side. I loved the show, especially the early episodes. It had smart writing and capable actors often in surprising situations (usually a good combo). I guess they decided that all of that stuff was simply superfluous when making this "film". I was embarrassed to watch it and I was alone.
3.) Twilight. Oh stop screaming at the computer. I just don't get it. It's a book for teenagers. I'm not a teenager anymore. The writing is poor, the characters are shallow and one dimensional and most importantly THERE IS NO SEX. How can you have a romance novel with no sex? Ladies, I have one word for you, Outlander. You'll never look at a kilt the same way.
So please don't kick me out of the club, but I had to get this off my chest. My chest that has boobs on it. Really, it does.
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