After scanning the remaining offerings posted on the box office wall, "Bad Moms" seemed to me the most promising choice and Tom was likewise game.
So we bought our tickets and entered the theater, unaware that it was not just a movie we were about to see, but the birth of an iconic cultural phenomenon that I'm predicting is about to take off like a race car and explode among the mothers of this country, mothers of every stripe, young and old, from California to the New York islands.
Anyway, we entered the theater behind a group of five happily chatting women who appeared to be in their early fifties, a Posse, mayhaps,
Except for Tom there was not another guy in the place.
"Whoa, what is this?" I rhetorically questioned Tom, then I apologized for having draggled him to a film that appeared to be an A-1 bonafide chick flick.
We took seats at the back of the theater (our preferred spot) next to a mid-thirtyish-looking African-American woman who was saving 4 seats. Tom and I watched as more groups large and small of women arrived, teen-agers through middle-aged, though if I had to pick a dominant demographic I'd say late-twenties to late thirties, white, black, brown.
There was definitely a happy, hyped-up feeling among all these gal pals out for a good time,
which they didn't have to work very hard at having, as the place was filled with laughter -often sympathetic laughter - almost from the beginning to the end of the movie.
I'm not saying one has to have experienced child birth to enjoy this film - Tom laughed as hard as I did - but amidst all the comic caricatures of overwhelmed, exhausted modern motherhood were just so many moments to which anyone who's ever been ensconced in the pursuit of child-raising could relate, including myself, though it's been many years since I was raising four young children and I certainly never entertained even such mildly rogue ambitions as the "bad moms" in the movie,
And so I predict: From here word of "Bad Moms" is going to continue to travel among women