Ha! I mean, yeah, it was pretty bad. BUT, once I stopped thinking about it as serious film and started thinking about it as a fun sing-along you watch after too many glasses of wine with your friends, I started realizing that there was something to it. After all, it’s not every day that a movie marketed toward middle American women is totally cool with a woman having no idea who the father of her kid is. There’s something quietly radical about it that I dig.

Queer writer, essayist, educator, native Nashvillian, poet. She/Her/Hers.

Queer writer, essayist, educator, native Nashvillian, poet. She/Her/Hers.