King Arthur movies and shows are uniformly awful (except maybe the Disney Sword and the Stone), that’s part of their allure. But yes, the 2004 one wasn’t just bad, it was also dull.  

Well as long as he doesn’t make YOU drink warm beer, right?

I just chuck it in my duffle bag of a purse.

I mean, as long as he’s not a racist, a Trump supporter, an MRA, or a forced birther (or some unholy combo of those) we would get along just fine.

I mean, damn.

Nobody, but nobody wants to see this movie with me. My choices are to go alone or ask my husband’s skeezy fantasy loving friend. I’m leaning towards alone with a water bottle of wine.

Charlie Hunnam is the hot dummy we desperately need in these trying times.

I don’t care how mind numbingly stupid this movie looks, I want to see it.

There’s nothing that quite affirms my status as an old as my befuddlement with the appeal of Kylie and Kendall Jenner.

Can you come live with me so you can tell me that every morning?

Well, I figure there’s no harm in learning. But no, I’m not packing my bags for Ottawa or anything.

Perhaps I’m misunderstanding, I’m far from an expert in French politics. If LePen had won would her party’s candidates have been 50/50 men and women?

Had the vote gone the other way I highly doubt that would be happening.

When men get into politics it’s assumed his partner will pick up the slack if they have children.

Meanwhile in Canada...

Unless the Complicit One drugs her kids.

If Jane Godall (one of my first heroes as a child) had burned me like she did Ivanka, I would not be able to go on living.

He was a student teacher at my high school! He charmed everyone who crossed his path, even back then.

Violence and wizardry (lol).

I had to send permission slips to show Lord of the Rings to my 6th graders. Some parents bitched to the principal so we never got to watch it.