Let me paint a picture: a happily married husband (Glen) and an unhappily married wife (Sue) attend the Barbara movie. They take their seats, and prepare for 2 hours of consumerist bliss. Maybe a hand creeps somewhere it shouldn’t (the two of them are going through a wet spell). Then, lo and behold, a bamboozlement of feminist propaganda flashes on the screen before their very eyes!
Well, ladies and gentlemen, those people are me and Glen.
It brings me no…