Waitress, or, Cloying Cinema Makes Me Want to Vom

I'm sorry, but what was all the hype for? I just saw Waitress, at the urging of about a thousand friends. And listen, that was not a good movie, don't make me list all the reasons. At the end of the day that's not a big deal, there are piles of movies I don't like. What ticks me off is that I just sat through ANOTHER damn movie that touts itself as some sort of feminist triumph, when in reality it's just about a woman who "actualizes" through learning to be nice and nurturing and having a baby. Sure, she doesn't end up with either of the schmucks her small town world offers her. Woo hoo! It's still the same narrative. Babies ---> Make you a real woman. There weren't even believable friendships. Not even Adrienne Shelley's beautiful and ridiculous glasses saved this film. UGH.

Bleh. Moving makes me grumpy. So do other people's babies. Speaking of, Baby Gap called me yesterday and pretty much offered me a job. That would have been a great job. But school starts soon and I do not want to drag my butt to Old Orchard five times a week between classes, so that is that... even if it means giving up the American Dream of hanging around pregnant ladies and tiny shoes all day. Poop.