At any rate, it’s a girly, humerous, frivolous, ridiculous, predictable movie… easy to watch while I’m getting ready for work and wanted a happy distraction. In fact, the movie is so predictable that I should have known to turn the frickin’ thing off before the final 5 minutes.
*movie spoiler for those of you who think you may actually watch this movie at some point*
When the “one year later” scene pops up, the best friends are chatting and excited and want to celebrate something and one girl says “actually, i’m not drinking,” and the other says, “yeah, actually, me neither,” and then they both say “are YOU????” and start screaming, because of COURSE they’re both pregnant at the same time and of COURSE their due dates are the same (March 3rd if my stupid baby focused mind remembers correctly), and all I can think is you stupid freaking people it doesn’t actually happen like that while I have tears of pain/frustration/annoyance streaming down my face.
How have I turned into such a bitter, sad person? I hate it. I hate being sad. I hate that stupid, predictable chick flicks can make me cry. I hate that I’ve lost that innocence of believing that I’ll just be pregnant when I want to be pregnant.
Silly, naive little me.