I'm not going to post a link to this one, but I just took one of those four-question blogquizzes that told me that my "inner child is sad".

I know exactly why. I've been trying to ditch the little pain in the butt for over 40 years. "Hey, kid, go home. I hear yer ma callin' ya."

Just saw this movie for the second time. The first time was about 25 years ago.

No one would mistake the story for being realistic, but it paints a picture well. The way I'd describe that picture: Imagine a Fight Club for girls.