And stinks just as bad. So says Ms. DS after her look at this latest skank-o-rama to oooze off the little screen & onto the toilet floor. A small sample of Ms. DS' opinion of this time waster:
Filth and male emasculation--the staples of the TV show--are even more plentiful and pungently rancid in the onscreen version. Shocker!
Is this really what women want? Forget all the raunchy guy movies that have come out in recent years. None have anything on this grotesque celluloid piece of trash. If you've ever called men pigs or chauvinists or decried their alleged collective behavior toward women, but yet you like this movie, you're a hypocrite. The men in our world have nothing on these pigs in skirts.
Men are from Mars. Women are from . . . aging slut hell. But, hey, their jewel-encrusted stiletto Manolo Blahnik satin pumps cost a fortune.
Personally, I think Ms. DS goes on to provide way too much information about bathroom humor, wardrobe pecidillos, bedroom antics, and aged actresses with sagging body parts, but, I guess, this is the stuff that occupies the female mind, and part of the reason why it gets produced in the first place - it's stuff that occupies the female mind. And apparently what opens their coin purse.
Tell me again why the nineteenth amendment was a good idea??
Just kidding, Honey! I'd better shut up now before I tick off my Beautiful Indian Princess.
Bottom line: quit enhancing hollyweird's bottom line! It only encourages these amoral, vacuous twits to vomit more of this grotesque celluloid trash.
