Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants--B
You chicks crack me up. You love these "sisterhood" movies, don't you? And for the same reason that men love porn flicks: This is how you wish life really was. This is how you think the world should be.
I once had some drunken girl, whose name I've long forgotten, confess to me that the thing she was most jealous of regarding men was their ability to bond with each other. To joke with, insult, and even punch each other and still be friends. You girls utter a friend's name and the word "fat" in the same conversation and she won't even speak to you for six months.
Steel Magnolias, Mystic Pizza, Ya-Ya Sisterhood, you gals just love the idea of a universal sisterhood, don't cha? That glorious myth of female bonding. Hell, Thelma and Louise drove off a fucking cliff and you all cheered your goofy heads off! Yay! They won! Thelma and Louise won! Woo-hoo!
Although nobody knows the exact number, I've read that 70 or 85 or 110% of married men cheat, for which we, I mean they, are endlessly castigated by gaggles of grousing women gathered at "happy" hours across America. Well, Ladies, Dan Rather is gone now, so it falls to me to deliver this news flash: Guess who your guys are cheating with? Yup, your beloved "sisters" ! Ya-ya!
Ah, c'mon, don't be that way. I'm just funnin' around. Here, have some jewelry. There's that smile I love. Listen, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is an entertaining, funny and warm movie. It is sure to be enjoyed by mothers, daughters, fathers and even grumpy old bloggers who really should be crawling off to bed. 'Night, Ladies.
posted by Leonard Stegmann @ 11:41 PM
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2 Comments:
Great to see you writing again, even if it’s a horrible attack on the sanctity of the Sisterhood! How could you!!??
Well, quite easily really, ‘cause I agree, ‘tis a shame, but the sisterhood of women truly is a myth or at least somewhat overstated. Don’t get me wrong, I love my gal friends, especially the ones back home, who on meeting me in London recently, commented on my rather large expanded arse and questioned whether I purchased two flight seats to accommodate it or just paid excess baggage! “Bless ‘em”!
What woman hasn’t got fond memories of the so-called Sisterhood in High School when one minute you were “in” the next you were “out”? Where one moment you were the favoured one, the next dismissed from the sacred group with no apparent reason offered to explain the sudden demise of your popularity! Where Sisterhood was a grand thing, unless you happen to like the same boy! But hey at least the gal fights behind the bike sheds were more juicy to watch than the ‘two punches, you’re down’, guy ones…
I’m rather thankful I was spared the Sorority life, where the sacred Sisterhood purportedly enriches one’s college years…. Who knows? I was a college drop out, so it’s all “Greek” to me….
Anyway, I digress. I love my Sisterhood pals… my favourite? Whichever one I happen to be speaking to at the time…
As for the movie? I think I’d rather stick with the boy version, such as that classy film “Stand by Me” with a young River Phoenix and not a “sisterhood” in sight…
Struck a nerve, did I? Ah well, all in good fun. And a big Ya-Ya to you, Carrie. Thanks for reading!
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