How come guys talk so much when they have nothing to say, and girls have plenty to say, but no-one will listen?
Where's Our Stand By Me?, by hortense, Jezebel.
I have always loved My Girl 2. It was set in LA, the city I was obsessed with as a teenager. It starred Austin O'Brien, who was no Macaulay Culkin, but still carried his own in the movie. And it had a self-possessed young female protagonist who made enlightened statements like this:
I don't think anybody should change their names [when they get married]. That way you can always find them when you need them.
Yet now, the supposedly clever, edgy girls we get in movies think that embryos have fingernails and when sparkly vampires tell you to stay away from them, they really like you.
So disappointing and sad. And by "sad", I mean horribly distasteful considering the exponential growth of the number of poverty-stricken people in the United States and across the world.
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