First off,
angst-filled, lazy teens who obviously don’t like classes on the weekend – who does?
Add to that the juvenile urge to try out very cheesy flirtation tactics on
their drama teacher and I’m reminded why the male of the species often make me
go “Seriously??”
So, to de-stress,
smart little me decided to go for a movie. Grabbing a quick bite on the way. Literally.
Hence the hot tea. And forgot the basic thing about not using one’s thighs to
hold/squeeze a cup. Next thing I knew, there was sweet hot tea all over my lap.
Ironic
considering the movie was Magic Mike XXL. Cat calls and ladies laughing really
loud. I guess, as isn’t the case with many other things, the objectification of
men is almost on par with that of women. Biggest difference as a feminist
writer and a teen student (not related in any way as far as I could tell) put
it, men aren’t exactly upset by the objectification. For the review of Magic
Mike XXL, please see my other blog :) http://eroftasy.blogspot.com/2015/07/magic-mike-xxl-review.html
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