One point in its favor— the ages of the actresses and the characters finally matched. They could stop pretending that 30 year old Troian was in high school.

And Fight Club. And Wolf of Wall Street.

Oh god, and fucking hate the smug filmmaker trope of “did you enjoy the gratuitous and cheerfully-scored violence we spent thousands of hours and millions of dollars to show you? Well, surprise, YOURE THE REAL MONSTER FOR WATCHING IT !”

Are you absolutely serious? Even the rappers themselves censor themselves when performing the songs in certain situations. Neither NWA nor Wu-Tang have a song that consists solely of the word “n**ga,” and if they did, you don’t need to sing it. You aren’t in an NWA cover group, are you? Miss me with this BS. If you…

Batten the hatches, incoming white feminist swarm. Set condition Becky throughout the blog.

Strong disagree. I believe Ta-Nehisi Coates pointed this out recently. It is really really easy to not sing along to that word. Like super easy. While black people have to constantly police what they say at the risk of being seen as angry or hostile or whatever.

And just look at the white and otherwise non-Black people telling us how we should feel, and how intentions matter, and how if they can’t say it, nobody should say it. Look at ‘em all. Literally:

I’m almost afraid to ask what happened to JLaw’s vag?

My husband and I used to have this problem. If we have a stressor, I want to discuss it to death and he wants to leave it alone until he’s ready. We finally agreed on a ten minute venting session where I can let fly, and then we put it away. It’s been surprisingly good for me, he’s much less stressed, and we don’t…

“How would you like to publicly discuss your bad promo tour on a trainwreck of a movie that led to a painful break-up?”

Get Out should have had a 100 fresh score, too, out of 291 reviews (!!!), except it was kept from 100 by 2 negative reviews: a random sorta-racist writing on his own website, and the National Review. What I’m saying is, Rotten Tomatoes is a not-so-great metric.

Most women fall into one of two harassment categories - those who know they have been harassed and those who do not realize the treatment they have endured qualifies as harassment.

I don’t know how to describe how I feel about this movie. I really liked it and I saw it with my mom (late 30s and late 60s for some idea of our reference frames) We both really enjoyed it - cliches and all (some of which fall under - they are cliches because they are true), but I don’t know that it is one of the best…

It was good and necessary. I’m black and I’ve been Ladybird. Plus, Laurie Metcalf is a goddamn national treasure. I bawled my eyes out and am going back to see it with my 23 year old so she can feel guilty as fuck and then we can go thrifting. It was good.

An entirely different point: you don’t remember if you went to a prom, when/how you lost your virginity or if you HAD FRIENDS?

Laurie Metcalf better be nominated for best supporting actress! She was fantastic and it would be tickle me that Roseanne’s sister Jackie is up for an Oscar.

Oh, it is undoubtedly a White girl drama about finding yourself (ish), but it added some meat and unexpected details to the typical “bones” of the narrative. It felt honest and resonated at a deeper level, for me (a white lady around Gerwig’s age), than other movies I’ve seen that tried to accomplish similar things.

I didn’t identify with what all the teenagers went through because I lived a completely different teenage life than they do. I don’t remember if I went to a prom or when/how I lost my virginity, having special friends at school, etc., so I sort of kept thinking, “Come on-let’s get on with the story!” 

It really is wonderful. And you didn’t even mention how great Tracy Letts is as the Dad, or how great Lucas Hedges is as Danny. Or the scene when Danny comes to see Lady Bird at the coffee shop, or the Mom coming BACK to the airport......yes, if you haven’t seen it, just go see it.

It’s a really good and honest movie about a teenager coming-of-age: therefore, a little bit of it is twee, and some of it is silly, but it is also by turns sad, and frustrating, and uncomfortable, and a real gut-punch as the main character has to deal with her life: her post-high school ambitions, her sexuality, her…