Ladies’ Night Out
I went and saw The Last King of Scotland tonight, and it was excellent—Forest Whitaker certainly deserved the Oscar, and the rest of the movie was superb. The best moment came after the film, however, as we were walking out: a group of 5 older ladies, all dressed up very nicely, were walking in front of us and were all looking quite distressed. (No doubt due to some of the gruesome sights in the film.) I then hear one lady, dressed in an expensive looking fur coat, exclaim, “Well that certainly wasn’t the movie I thought it would be! It was supposed to be about Scotland!”
Classic.

those ladies were fuckin’ bourgeois pigs. they make me sick.