Another thing the Barbie movie made me realize is how many movies “made for men” I’ve watched with some guys friends of mine (like Fast and Furious).
I go to the cinema, watch the movie, happily listen to their thoughts about it and say I enjoyed my time. I ignore how bad the story may have been and enjoy my time because he is enjoying his time.
But when it comes to a movie to which I emotionally connect so deeply as I did to Barbie, I don’t see the same effort coming from them to understand why I or any of our girl friends enjoyed our time wearing pink and watching a movie about a doll.
I do think the majority of us should strangle the shame that lives inside of us like wringing water from the rag until we are soft and dry and weightless
