The other night, I took myself to see Coco. I bought a ticket, sat down with my popcorn, but felt this odd stir of claustrophobia in the back of the crowded theater, also suddenly realizing I was going to have to sit through a 20-minute Frozen short no one has reviewed favorably.
I walked out and turned the corner right into the theater showing Roman J. Israel, Esq. There were three other single people in the theater (perfect!) and I had zero clue what the movie was about — I just new from the title that Denzel Washington was playing a lawyer. I guess. And that Colin Farrell was in it and I’ll see anything with Colin Farrell in it.
So here’s the formal summary:
Roman J. Israel, Esq. is set in the underbelly of the overburdened Los Angeles criminal court system. Denzel Washington stars as a driven, idealistic defense attorney whose life is upended when his mentor, a civil rights icon, dies. When he is recruited to join a firm led by one of the legendary man’s former students – the ambitious lawyer George Pierce (Colin Farrell) – and begins a friendship with a young champion of equal rights (Carmen Ejogo), a turbulent series of events ensue that will put the activism that has defined Roman’s career to the test.
But it was more than that for me. Washington’s performance was transformative. There was no “Denzel” on the screen, there was only Roman. It was a mind-blowing portrayal of a deeply layered, intricate character. And in Roman I found an unexpected kindred spirit.
When this “turbulent series of events” commence, without spoiling anything, let’s just say Roman comes into some money. So there he is, having just endured a rather draining series of unfortunate events in his life, down-trodden and feeling so low you can just about taste it. And with his new found wealth, he goes shopping, he finds a new place to live, he enjoys some treats that he’d previously had to deprive himself of — who hasn’t had this fantasy? Who hasn’t answered the “what would I do with a million dollars” question?
And really — just totally to my utter surprise — I could feel my heart swell and tears in my eyes. I felt an incredible amount of empathy for this man. Obviously not because he was a civil rights attorney or even because he was an outcast in his small society. Not because he was poor and now rich. I felt a closeness to him because I know how debilitating and emotionally exhausting it is to face struggle after struggle — to get up time and time again and have the world smack you back down. And as a result, to fantasize about living your best life. To feel that adrenaline when just a little good fortune comes your way.
What did it boil down to? Happiness is the best drug. Contentment. A smile. A hug from someone who cares. Security. These are the things we crave at a very base level. Portrayed so well on screen by an actor who lost himself on the character, it was profoundly effective. In a year where so many films have hit me hard (Call me by Your Name, Lady Bird), that is really saying something.
They say “never meet your heroes” because if your hero turns out to be a douchebag, where does that leave you? Devastated. Ruined. Traumatized!
As evidence, I will only briefly describe a time when I was super young and impressionable and my favorite singer was dining a couple tables away from my family. She and her famous husband were nuzzling and surrounded in protection. I approached one of her bodyguards, respectfully, and politely asked if I could ask his client for her autograph. He looked to her for consent. She leaned away from her husband, looked me up and down, and then shook her head in disgust and waved a dismissive hand at me. The bodyguard said “not tonight” and I walked away, head down, saddened this hero of mine was not all I’d hoped for.
I guess it doesn’t always go down that way — thankfully. When I was out having breakfast with my family and family-friends at Jerry’s Deli, and I was probably 11? 12? At a table nearby, my mother spotted the Lawrence brothers. Joey was at the height of his career then as a co-star on “Blossom” and I’m sure Andrew and Matthew were equally famous then but I only had eyes for the “whoa!” guy. But I was frozen solid by nerves. And so my mom took me to their table, put a hand on Joey’s shoulder and said “my daughter’s too embarassed but would you give her your autograph?”
He was very polite and sweet, even though I was mortified, and I still have that autograph somewhere in a shoebox.
I was inspired to write this post, actually, because I was telling someone the other day about the time I met, perhaps, my favorite pop idol of all time. I was helping with PR for the “American Idol” tour and recording press footage with the cast at a rehearsal. During a break, from down the hall, I heard the faint sounds of “Remix” by New Kids on the Block (it’s one of their newer singles — yes, they still record new music and yes, I enjoy it). I was informed by one of the Idols that the New Kids were rehearsing down the hall for their new tour.
I froze and my face instantly turned bright red. I was completely unable to keep my cool and maintain any professionalism. But the Idols were amused and even offered to introduce me to the guys, who’d been friendly with them. They were babies; they hardly knew who the New Kids were.
Long story short, I got my photo taken with Joey McIntyre. And if this photo doesn’t SCREAM happiness and joy and embarrassment all in one shot, I don’t know what does:
I was lucky to meet a couple of nice Joes (pun totally intended) by chance but yeah…. there are celebrities I truly NEVER want to meet. When you do what I do for a living, you hear a lot of stories — who’s cool, who’s not, who’s friendly, who’s impossible on a set. But as long as I never meet those people, I never have to know and I can go on believing they are awesome and perfect and that their talent is matched by their kindness.
And so they say, “never meet your heroes,” but it’s fun to think about, right? So I’d love to hear from you! Who are your idols of worship? Who did you meet and love? Who’s the hero you want to stay away from?
Welcome to the euphoria of Friday — that day of days that drops us all off at the weekend before that mother-effer Monday comes to collect us…. Ever the publicist am I, I wanted to put a new spin on Friday updates and offer up a simpler list, “Friday Favorites.” Broken down for you all below.
WHAT I READ
- An exquisite ode and thank you to New York from baseball icon, Derek Jeter.
- This “Anchor Roundtable” with Savannah Guthrie, Jake Tapper, Gayle King, George Stephanopolous and more on the current state of the news.
- About a this new restaurant, Rossoblu, on Eater LA and it looks divine. I’m ready to try it.
- The Rock wants to run for President someday. He’s not kidding. And frankly, considering what we’re currently facing, I’m not even opposed to it.
OTHER BLOGGERS & INFLUENCERS
- I am super obsessed with “We Are Midlife” on Instagram. Does that mean I’m in my midlife? Probably. I’m too busy enjoying it to care.
- Look, I know it’s a “diaper bag” but I just love a good backpack with a ton of pockets. Chris broke this down so well, I now want to own it.
- Social Media Club is hosting a really awesome Snapchat-focused event this month. Get the details.
- Can we please talk about these Funfetti Cream Pie Cupcakes?!
EARLIER THIS WEEK
- Jessica and I attended “Masters of Taste,” essentially eating our way through the Rose Bowl in Pasadena. I’ve been posting photos on my Hollywood Brunch Instagram account and plan on a more detailed recap soon!
- I also went to the Museum of Ice Cream, and it was AMAZING! They put more tickets on sale today, Los Angeles. Go get ’em!
- As if that’s not enough, I managed a press pass to RuPaul’s DragCon and I really owe you all a dedicated post about that as well. What an incredible experience.
- Anderson Cooper is all of us. Did you see the eye-roll heard round the world?
- Samantha Bee flawlessly broke down the Comey firing on her show this week:
- Speaking of Sam Bee, if you missed the “Daily Show” reunion on Colbert, you missed complete awesomeness.
Thus concludes this very first “Friday Favorites” endeavor. Let me know what you think of the new format in the comments! Thanks in advance.
Checking in to showcase some stuff I enjoy from all over the world wide web.
I often wish (okay, always wish) weekends were three days long so that I could spend two days running all the errands I didn’t have time for during the week and the third day resting and catching up on things at home. That would be the dream. Do any countries practice that norm? Given the current state of governmental affairs, I don’t need a lot of incentive to move, but a three-day weekend would certainly sweeten the pot….
- First off, do you follow the “Photoshop Troll” on Twitter? You should. I won’t even tell you what he does. It’s much funnier to be surprised… He’s one of the few accounts I allow mobile notifications for. (Another one, BTW, is TrumpDraws.)
- Speaking of good accounts to follow, I may or may not have spent a couple hours watching cooking videos on TASTY this week. If you want something COMPLETELY UNHEALTHY, you should also check out JP & Julia. I follow them on Snapchat. It’s terrible. (Terrible = AMAZING.)
- This video on Facebook. Obviously.
- There was a sinkhole here in Los Angeles. That’s right, the rain poured down, the ground opened up, and it ate TWO CARS. I guess that’s not really “stuff I enjoy” but HOLY HELL, people. WHAT IS HAPPENING???
- I attended a marvelous event at the Television Academy to celebrate the launch of their Choreographers’ Branch. I met Kenny Ortega and he was completely lovely. (If you don’t know who Kenny Ortega is, you must have slept through 1987-1992.)
- Did you hear about the tragedy in Sweden? The only Swedish tragedy I’m familiar with is putting together IKEA furniture.
- No joke, Captain America (well, Chris Evans) is REAL LIFE fighting NAZIS. Dafuq?!
- We got a first-look at the next Avengers movie. I squealed with happiness when I watched it. (And then I watched it eight more times.)
- I very much enjoy these snarky unicorn coffee mugs. There’s a whole collection.
On Saturday, I was one voice out of 750,000 that called out for change on the streets of Downtown Los Angeles. We were one city that participated in the Women’s March among a worldwide movement of cities that joined.
Throughout the rest of the weekend, between social obligations and household chores, you’d have found me on my couch, watching all of the speeches made Women’s Marches around the world, each moving and powerful in their own way.
Here are my favorites:
This is extraordinary.
“WE MARCH TODAY FOR THE MORAL CORE OF THIS NATION.”
“LET THIS WEIGHT NOT DRAG YOU DOWN BUT HELP TO GET YOUR HEELS STUCK IN.”
And just in case you weren’t crying yet, here’s Rufus Wainwright singing “Hallelujah” at the March in Los Angeles:
To those of you who were there and want to do more, or, to those of you who could not join us for whatever reason, there is still much work to be done. Check out the Women’s March website for the best next steps. (Be patient! They are getting a lot of traffic and the site keeps crashing but they’re working on it!)
A Much Needed Sequel On Millennial Vocabulary and Slang
Last year’s Millennial Vocabulary Guide was a colossal hit and still comes up in conversation — and in a recent one with my friend Lia, I realized I should revisit the space. After all, “Squad” is “Fam” now and I needed to know what the hell “Snatched” means. Acronyms are also even more commonplace and prevalent than ever — anyone concerned we’re working up to fewer complete words in everyday conversation?
It’s only been a little more than a year, but SO MUCH can change in a year!
@: So, this was surprising to me, but I guess on group texts, you can use that “@” symbol and one person’s name to ask them something directly. Why you would do this and not just text them on their own is beyond me. But then, I don’t understand most of the things on this page.
BAIII: Is this “bae?” Is it “boo?” Is it “Bey?” Apparently it’s none of those. It’s a synonym for a “lad” or young man. OR, it might be “bye” said in a sassy way. I’ve seen both in my scientific research.
Basic: I was surprised to find I didn’t include this last year. But “basic” is more instinct than definitive. Think of girls who go to Coachella or wear Uggs with shorts, Moms who drink Pumpkin Spice Lattes and predictably stroll through Target. It’s a lack of sophistication and uniqueness.
Beat: Unattractive — probably derived from “beat with the ugly stick.” As in “Yo, that group of girls was beat.” However in some circles it can also mean applying makeup as in “Beat that face, bitch!”
Boots: This one was a little tough to track down but I think it was created by YouTube star Todrick Hall. He uses it for emphasis at the end of a sentence. For example, “I am so tired, boots.” This is just speculation but maybe it’s derived from when one adds “to boot” to a statement…?
CC: Cute couple.
Clap back: When someone insults you, you fire back! Search Twitter for the term. Enjoy.
Cuffing: Baby, it’s cold outside so let’s hook up. A lot. It’s CUFFING SEASON. (See also: “Thirsty.”)
dfmo: Dance floor make out. (HOT!)
Doing the most: Used as a statement to describe an action above and beyond the call of duty. “You threw him a surprise party and bought him all those presents? You are doing the most.”
Dragged: Ever gotten tangled up in a massive, argumentative Facebook thread? You mighta gotten dragged all over that thread, my friend.
dw: Don’t worry.
Extra: Not to be confused with “doing the most” but similarly means behavior above the norm. “Mom’s behavior was extra when she refused to accept Tim’s apology.” It’s traditionally negative to indicate inappropriate over-the-top anything, even appearances. You might also say “That guy is extra.”
f: “Eff” and “effing” weren’t short enough.
Fam: The new “Squad,” if you will. A way to describe your people. You can use it to explain a group as in “that’s my fam,” however you can also use it singularly. If your mom gave you a couple bucks, you might say “thanks, fam,” as you walk out the door.
Feels: A rush of emotion or many emotions that simply cannot be adequately explained.
Finesse: You might finesse a lady out of her undergarments or you might finesse a bag of cheetos. You’re basically stealing something.
FTW: For the win. It’s not new but apparently a few people think this can also mean “fuck the world.” That’s sort of…. upsetting?
FWIW: For what it’s worth….
Gagging: You are gagging for something you want very badly. You cannot contain yourself!
Ghosting: This one hurt my heart a little. I’ve been it’s victim. It’s the act of suddenly, and without explanation, ceasing all communication with someone the subject is dating, but no longer wishes to date.
Goals AF: We know from our last lesson what “AF” means. This is kind of a new “squad goals.” When you see someone living the life you want, it is “Goals AF.”
GOAT: GREATEST OF ALL TIME. Very commonly used in sports. Often represented by just the goat emoji. Was also a fairly terrible Nick Jonas movie about fraternity hazing….
Hunty: Hunty is a combination of “honey” and, well, the c-word. It originated in the drag world and was popularized on the show “RuPaul’s Drag Race.” There was some debate on my Facebook page as to whether or not a heterosexual person can use this word. I do not know if the world will ever reach a verdict in this very important discussion.
Insta: You do not need to say “Instagram” full out anymore. You can also use “IG” on social.
JFC: Jesus Fucking Christ.
Litty: VERY lit.
narp – Not a real person; “I’m narping around today.” (I kinda dig that one. I feel pretty narpy sometimes….)
OTP: One True Pairing. Your OTP is a couple you are emotionally invested in. My OTP is Barack and Michelle. If they ever break up, I’ll totes die. Runners up: Ellen and Portia, Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson, Neil Patrick Haris and David Burtka.
RBF: Resting. Bitch. Face. You can’t help it. It’s just how your face looks, right?
Receipts: I keep seeing this one and I actually really like it. It refers to evidence of a person’s hypocrisy, often pulled from past social media or text conversations. Example: “She called me basic, but I have receipts from her Insta of her drinking a PSL.”
rn: Right now.
Salty: Being pissed. As in “I’m a little salty over that loss, sis.”
Savage: I’ve seen this a couple ways. I’ve seen it used in lieu of “badass” but I’ve also seen it used in lieu of “brutal.” So you tell me, youngins….
Ship: OMG. I have the hardest time with this one. Every time I think I’m using it right, someone tells me I’m failing. I read the other day in some blog or another that “Ship is one of the most important terms on the Internet.” (Really???) It comes from the word relationship,, obviously. You “ship” the two people you want to be in a relationship. So, if you think Olivia Pope and Fitz Grant (from “Scandal”) should be together, you ship Olivia and Fitz. I think. I guess.
Sis: We are supposed to use this now, instead of “bro.”
Slide into my/the DMs: When you start a direct message chain on a social media platform, with the hopes of achieving a booty call.
Snatched: So now, a year later, I’ve learned that “snatched” is the new fleek or on point. Snatched can also replace slay…. I think. Anything from your eyebrows to your outfit can be snatched. If your eyebrows are slaying, they’re snatched. If your outfit is on point, it’s snatched.
Stan: Stan is the internet’s new word for a hardcore fan. If it reminds you of Eminem’s song of the same name, that’ because – quite obviously – it came from it. You can also use it as a verb, as in “stanning letters.”
Stunt: To show off. Example: “He sure knows how to stunt, y’all.”
Sus: Comes out of the word suspect. “Remember when Cady gave Regina George those ‘weight loss’ bars? That was sus.”
Swoll: Buff. Short for “swollen.”
TFTI: Thanks for the invite.
TFW: That feeling when….
Thirsty: You want it baaaaad.
TLDR: Too long, didn’t read. Good for those 9 paragraph Facebook statuses, right?
Triggered: Well, this has much more to do with things like PTSD but apparently the kids are using it in everyday conversation now: “Dave was triggered because he hates the sound of gum chewing.”
V: Instead of typing out “very.” Because we don’t have to bother with that nonsense now…
Woes: Another one to thank Drake for. It refers to your friends: “Spent the day shopping with my woes.”
Woke: As in “Stay Woke” or “Stay Woke AF.” Being hyper-aware.
YoPro: Young professional.
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Special thanks once again to my Facebook friends who provided ample content for this post.
Did I miss something? Make sure it wasn’t in last year’s glossary or leave a comment!
It is, in fact, NOT different for girls, Dierks Bentley.
The first time I heard this song on the radio, I had to force myself to keep the station on and finish it. I picture him writing it and giving himself a big ol’ pat on the back. “Good work, self,” he says. “What a loving tribute to women.” I think he intended the song as a compliment. I hope he was trying to wink and say “I love women. I love how delicate they are.” But in essence, all he’s done as far as I’m concerned, is released a hugely sexist single and offended the shit ouf of me. (I won’t claim to be a spokesperson for all women. Maybe some of y’all dig the song. I don’t know.)
Those lyrics, though…. Let’s break that down, shall we?
She don’t throw any t-shirt on and walk to a bar
She don’t text her friends and say, “I gotta get laid tonight.”
She don’t say, “It’s okay, I never loved him anyway.”
She don’t scroll through her phone just looking for a Band-Aid
Ladies, raise your hand if you’ve ever done any of these things. Dierks, don’t fool yourself. Women self medicate with sex just like you do. Even AskMen.com knows we’re not angels and you know what? THAT IS OKAY. Life is meant to be lived, not endured.
It’s different for girls when their hearts get broke
They can’t tape it back together with a whiskey and coke
They don’t take someone home and act like it’s nothing
They can’t just switch it off every time they feel something
A guy gets drunk with his friends and he might hook up
Fast forward through the pain, pushing back when the tears come on
But it’s different for girls
Can anyone tape their heart back together with a whiskey and coke?! I would like to meet that person. But women self-soothe with booze (my choice is a dirty martini) as much as dudes do, right? We all know that — come on.
As for the notion that women (oh wait, I’ve been forgetting — girls) can’t “switch it off” every time they feel something? Oh sure we can. I can. Just watch me. Although, for the record, if we all wanna get medical for a minute, you know as well as I do no one can TRULY shut emotions OFF. But what we’re really doing is pretending, right? Throwing up defense mechanisms? Human beings do this as their very nature. All the live long day; male or female.
And if you think girls don’t “get drunk and hook up,” then you have been socializing in pretty conservative circles, my friend.
Pushing back tears!? Well, sadly, yes, I can do that too. I think it’s sad anyone should have to; that a stigma is attached to crying like it’s a sign of total capitulation and weakness, but so be it. Suddenly we’re not supposed to feel things, I suppose. We have to be tough. But that’s not exclusive to a gender.
She don’t sleep all day and leave the house a wreck
Okay. Stop right there while I laugh and laugh…. Have we met?
She don’t have the luxury to let herself go
No, no I don’t. But sometimes we all let ourselves go, don’t we, Dierks? Sometimes we all need a little freshening up…
That’s right. Guys can just act tough but girls can’t. Just ask a certain female Presidential Candidate who’s under fire for not smiling enough.
It’s different for girls
Nobody said it was fair
When love disappears, they can’t pretend it was never there
Well now you’re just fooling yourself again. Stoppit. (And no, it’s not fair at all.)
A guy gets drunk with his friends and he might hook up
Fast forward through the pain, pushing back when the tears come on
When the going gets tough, yeah, the guys they can just act tough
It’s different for girls
It’s different for girls
Yes. It is different for girls. But not this way. You’ve certainly not done the explanation justice, sir.
Go home, Dierks Bentley – you’re drunk.
Best of the web
We are boldly going, y’all. The best of the web – Star Trek things for everyone!
The company I work for is distributing the amazing Nimoy “Spock Doc,” “For The Love of Spock.” It’s directed by Adam Nimoy and shines a spotlight on both his famous father and his father’s most iconic role, Mr. Spock. It’s a warm, wonderful, incredibly well made film and I think even non Star Trek fans would love it. It’s been the MOST fun to work on for PR. The feedback has been stellar and as a lifelong Trekkie, it’s all been a personal joy for me as well. If I’ve intrigued you enough, make sure you check your local listings because it’s out TODAY in select theaters. But if you can’t find it, never fear — it’s also available on demand, on iTunes, Google Play, Amazon. Basically ALL THE THINGS.
As yesterday was the actual 50th anniversary of STAR TREK’s initial premiere, there was a TON of nerd-juice for me to drink in yesterday. This is gonna be the NERDIEST POST EVER. Live long and prosper.
- Rick Bentley’s review of my company’s film “For The Love of Spock” is my favorite one because he says it’s a “beautifully crafted salute to a pop culture icon” and it warms my heart. (FYI, it’s 100% on Rotten Tomatoes right now!)
- OMG this Etsy shop! I am geeking out over it.
- Mayim Bialik interviewed Adam Nimoy for her fantastic website, GrokNation. I love this.
- Jason Alexander is also a well known Trekkie. His trivia clip with Mashable is GREAT!
- Variety ran a really nice piece with Star Trek family members recounting their favorite episodes.
- Facebook’s little emoji tribute MADE MY WEEK!
- And my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE THINGS? Of course – “Live Long and Paws-per” from ThinkGeek:
REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD SEE ‘BAD MOMS’ THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING A MOM
I was incredibly opposed to the movie “Bad Moms” when the trailer first hit. While I’m clearly not a mom myself (and let’s just consider that the main edict throughout this post), I sort of resented the idea that a woman who shoved responsibility aside to have a great time with friends and treat herself was “bad.” The trailer left me feeling like this was another misogynistic faux female-driven movie.
It also left a sour taste in my mouth when, on the day of another tragic shooting, several mom bloggers were tweeting up a storm about the film without any regard for current events. They were interviewing the cast, which was no doubt exciting, but it was really gross to see “OMG! Mila Kunis is totally gorgeous!” in my Twitter feed right underneath “More police dead. This world needs change. #BlackLivesMatter.”
Anyway, I wasn’t going to see it. But I really like Kathryn Hahn and think she’s underrated. Then someone in my office told me I really needed to see it — mostly because of her — and I found myself with a Saturday evening free and a willing friends to join me. Off I went.
Mea culpa. I was too quick to judge. I was completely wrong. “Bad Moms” RULES. The theater was 95% mothers (the irony of about two dozen of them rushing in during the opening credits was not lost on me), and there my friend and I were, loving this movie not as moms but as women. You should see this movie. Mom or not. Here are some of the reasons why.
1. Kathryn Hahn.
Yes, she is really, really funny in this. I think Kathryn Hahn may have a shot at Judy Greer’s title of “Best ‘that girl you know from that thing’.” Check out her IMDB page if you don’t know what else you’ve seen her in. Her performance in this film is also FEARLESS. I hope it does not go un-appreciated.
(For those of you who have also seen the movie, let me also just say I have no idea how Mila Kunis and Kristen Bell kept a straight face during any scene with her — especially the “penis” demonstration. I clutched my stomach and wiped away tears from laughing so hard during that scene.)
There is this great moment in “Bad Moms” where the ladies are sitting around a table discussing their greatest “mom fantasies.” Like having breakfast in a quiet room alone. Or having a car accident that is not so terrible to cause anyone harm, but traumatic enough to afford one mom an opportunity to sleep in a hospital for a night or two with cable television and her food served to her in bed.
When I had my gallbladder removed, I joked how awesome it really was because I got to lay in a remote-controlled bed for two days, watch Oprah and have my meals served to me on a tray. And let’s be honest here, you don’t have to have kids to have a fantasy like this. Any woman whose life is not entirely hers can relate, right? We all bookmarks hotels where we’d like to have “staycations” and save up for spa days.
3. Because I have a mom.
It’s true, I do. And she probably doesn’t get enough credit for raising me and my brother. And she always worked but never missed a soccer game or school play. And found time to make dinner, bake cookies, clean, take us to doctor’s appointments, singing lessons and friends’ houses, and have date nights with our dad (42 years married this October, guys).
I also have friends who are mothers, cousins who are mothers… you get the idea.
Hint: Stay for the credits.
4. Girl power.
Because Deadline’s headline on the “Bad Moms” box office references “purses.” Because headlines like this about the premiere exist: “Jay Hernandez & David Walton Bring Out The Stars For ‘Bad Moms’ Premiere!” Dreamy guys? Yes. Bring out the stars? Maybe. This movie stars Mila Kunis, Kristen Bell, Kathryn Hahn, Christina Applegate, Jada Pinkett Smith and Annie Mumolo (who co-wrote “Bridesmaids,” by the way). Hernandez and Walton are delicious eye-candy and I do not mean to say they aren’t talented, but they sure-as-shit were not the focal point of the film nor the film’s red carpet premiere.
Consider the chorus of dissenting voices that rose up when Paul Feig’s “Ghostbusters” remake was announced. Hollywood has a hard time accepting women-lead comedies and action movies. And we deserve real, true-to-life raunchy comedies like this as well as smart, clever, friendlier ones like “Ghostbusters.” We deserve kick-ass women like Kate McKinnon and Charlize Theron and Amy Poehler. And they deserve equal billing and equal pay.
Read this article from New York Magazine for more on why this matters. A friend sent it to me when I was having trouble understanding the gravity of this discussion and now I keep it bookmarked.