Ugh. I can't believe I allowed myself to be pulled into opening day of the first movie, with my friend the interior designer who's obsessed with The Bachelorette, and my other friend the biological-clock-ticking teacher (she's about to pop one out now thank goodness). Indeed, it was a room full of cooing gals in their designer duds trying to become the foursome with a few tagalong gays spotted into the seats. Never again! Maybe when it's on TBS years from now and I'm cat-sitting I'll watch it.
I'm predicting this, though: That new book that's out about Carrie's teenage years? They're going to make a movie about it, and it's going to star some teenage actress that's going to out-trainwreck Lohan. It's going to be worse than all those other whiny teen movies that are supposed to represent our youth today. And I bet it's coming within the next two years. You know, to breed the next generation.