I get what they’re trying to say, but…no. Go down on my vagina.
I can think for myself just fine. I need YOU under the hood, making sure everything’s running smoothly — fluids topped off, I think my throttle body needs to be cleaned, and CHRIST, my check engine light’s been on for months.
As for the orgasms, please see above, re: my vagina.
My bad, you guys. Maybe Bad Moms ISN’T a funny movie. Maybe I’m just an immature idiot and a terrible feminist.
*shrug* I still liked it. Was it a highbrow intellectual feminist statement coming from the dude-bros who gave us The Hangover? Certainly not. Was it a silly, fun movie you can see with your lady-friends? I maintain it was.
When I looked up the details write my review, I was a little disappointed, but honestly surprised, to learn wasn’t written by at least one woman. And Bradley Cooper notwithstanding, I HATED The Hangover, so I was especially surprised it came from those guys.
That said, my sense of humor did stop evolving circa Beavis and Butthead, so here’s the smarter side of it.