I am so incredibly grateful that my amazing, wonderful, remarkable friends took my child to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua today. Which means I never have to see it.
Last night I suffered through Legally Blonde 2—just about the stupidest movie ever made. I hate wasting another moment of my existence on this planet thinking about it except to say that it starred a chihuahua—coincidence? Does a chihuahua in a film guarantee its inanity? Who was more mortified about participating in the film, the writers or the actors? Is a whole generation of girls going to think that you can get into Harvard Law and pass a bill in Congress just by being friendly and cute and knowing more about hair care than anyone but a professional should?
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