Petty in Pink

Hollywood, may I have a word?

Last night, Daniel and I saw a movie in the theater.  This is an exceedingly rare occurrence, and I was jazzed to see what is being hailed as a razor-sharp chick flick, written by and for women.  Yes!  Finally, a story revolving around smart, successful, modern women!  Apparently, the critics and I must have seen different movies.  In our movie, the protagonist was a broke, homeless, victim of the recession, who was forced to endure the most horrible of all female experiences-- life with no mans.  But fear not!  In the end, she found a boyfriend and they lived happily ever after.  Oh, make no mistake, she still was living with her mother, unable to pay her bills, and both job and car-less.  BUT she found a penis-equipped companion, so cue the music and let those credits roll!

This movie had it all- aesthetically pleasing bitch, horny bored housewife, insipid virginal newlywed.  Oh, and of course, the group wouldn't, couldn't be complete without an overweight woman serving as comedic relief.  She wasn't witty per se, but she was... you know... fat.  Everyone knows a chunky lady doing anything is hilarious, but a fat chick having the audacity to go out to eat, or attend a party, or flirt with a dude?? Comedy gold!

Why why why are these antiquated female stereotypes still being forced down our throats in the name of entertainment?  And an even better question- why are we still buying it?  The only thing this movie was missing was a lingerie-laden pillow fight, but I hear there's a sequel in the works, so here's hoping.