Well, I did indeed attend the Million MILF March to see Magic Mike with a group of saucy ladies. The kid at the popcorn counter (with raised brow) asks us what movie we're going to see... And of course I pipe up, "Spiderman!" "Yeah...umm-hmmm," he smirks. I guess all the make-up and bangles gave me away, so caught in an embarrassing lie, I wisely deflect. "My friend is making me go see Magic Mike." And I am positive he believed me.
Of course, MM is er'ything it's hyped up to be-writhing butts and pulsating penises for sure. I kept waiting (and hoping) that one of those douche bag male strippers was gonna get a cap in the ass or shot in the head. We all know that's when the movie really gets good. But (sigh...), no such luck. Just more writhing of clean shaven butts and jutting penises... But I am gonna confess that Channing Tatum was, well, adorable and even endearing as he fought the epic internal battle over whether "to be or not to be" a Miami stripper. Shakespeare would have approved. ...Seriously!
Although the male eye candy in MM is impressive (and unrealistic), at the end of the day men shaving their legs and wearing gold panties... is just not, well... manly. Today at the fish fry as I check out the men in khaki shorts and polos holding a cold beer while keeping one eye on their pesky kids and the other on their unpredictable/needy wives as they man those fryers and hold down the fort...well, now that's gonna be hotttt.
But at the end of the day, and to be fair to the spirit of MM, every generation deserves a Marky Mark. And folks, that's hotttttt!!!
Enjoy the show!!!
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