“MR. DARCY, THE CLOSETED FETISH OF MODERN FEMINISTS”
OK… OK so I lied. I didn’t go outside last week… As a matter of fact, I didn’t go outside for the entire three consecutive blue-sky-days… I’ve been home. I’ve been home all this time, alone by myself with Jason on a business trip… helplessly, drowning in a bloodbath of some of the ultimate, eternal cinematic achievements known to
women. One. Classic. Hit. After. Another…. Twelve Years Of Slaves?… Neeuuu….
Ladies, bust out your most shameless, worthless, dirtiest secret stash… it’s home-alone chick-flicks extravaganza night.Continue Reading