Ladies, I have a problem. The problem is “chick flicks,” and how much they suck. Seriously, what is up with the latest crop of absolutely horrible looking movies aimed at women? They’re all pink and sparkly and bitchy—cause pink, sparkles and catty ‘tudes, that’s what little girls are made of! Ugh, barf. Case in point, the forthcoming Confessions of a Shopaholic:
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. First of all, can we PLEASE stop with the shoe fetishism? Look, I like a pretty pair of shoes as much as the next girl, but I’m sick and fucking tired of every movie, book and television show portraying women as a bunch of vapid, yappy loons who squeal and fight over shoes. And of course, there’s a fucking wedding scene. How can it be a movie about women if it doesn’t include at least one scene of someone getting married (at some over-priced event that’s more about vanity than love, I’m sure).
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good “chick flick” (Can we also let that phrase die? Along with its annoying sister “chick lit?” Thanks!) now and then, but I’m just so tired of having movies insult my intelligence simply because I’m a female. So ladies, do yourselves and the rest of us a favor: Avoid this and other similar tripe and go spend your money on a movie worth watching.