I forgot to tell you guys I saw Slumdog Millionaire the other day. That movie is a perfect example of my, "My feminism isn't meant to harsh your squee, your sexism harshes MY squee." There was SO much to like about that movie: the depiction of poverty in India, the bits of humor, the direction, the utter horror. And yet watching it all I could think was, "Fuck, ANOTHER movie where the female character is nothing more than a mythical representation of all that is good and right in the world? AAAAR-AAAR-AAAR-AARGH! [chews on theater seats]." The dance number at the end was fun, though.