Juno: Honest to blog?

As a kid, I spent every summer bent over a stack of books, obsessively writing detailed reports on each one.

It's possible that I've matured as a writer, and I hope I've matured emotionally, but I always find myself revisiting these adolescent scenes.

Unfortunately, I can't fault other writers and directors for how they choose to present themselves, but I just think people are very fearful of declaring themselves as feminists because it's just confused with being misandry. And if you get labeled a man-hater in this town, you're screwed. Men are still the gatekeepers.

Of course, the strippers also take pains not to appear too innocent, valorous, or bookishly inclined. (In direct opposition to the Swayze Mandate of 1987, everybody puts Baby in a goddamn corner.)

Juno: WOOOAH! ....Dreeeaaam BIG!

Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings worse than your abandonment.