Not much to add to the blogosphere (great word, by the way; going to be the name of my firstborn son) today, except to pass along this clever post from Vulture, which displays a few responses to a poll of their (mostly male) colleagues in which they asked what they’d rather do than see the new Sex and the City movie. I abhor the S&TC franchise like any other reasonable person, but my tolerance wouldn’t be too high. I’d probably fall between their scale of “I would rather take medication with annoying side effects” and “I would rather eat someone elseâ€™s booger.” I’d say I’m probably at the level of “I would rather motorboat a sweaty Aretha Franklin” than see that movie.
What’s your breaking point? The floor is open.