My feelings about Flanagan can best be summed up by her own title.

Please keep three things in mind when reading the review:

The reviewer isn't a fan of Moore's original work.

The reviewer is only human, and may have opinions that differ from yours (or mine).

You may have to see the movie yourself and make up your own damn mind. Which is kind of the point, isn't it?

You may resume your previously scheduling wrestling.

The simplest solution is not to be friends with anyone who would refuse you heat and shelter during a blizzard because it would intefere with their wild monkey sex. And if no one wants to be friends with you, you will have no annoying requests or demands on your precious free time. Win/win.

If the pictures remain hidden, no one will know if they are actually authentic, because no one will ever have to explain them.

Had it been my house, I would have given the bf the money. I would have felt responsible for the behavior of my employees in my home. I also would not have taken the money from the father.

And unless the bf is twelve years old, the father is out of line. If he chooses to repay the money, that is his choice. But for him to demand it from the bf is disgusting. If he is so easily able to afford that sum of money, he should put an equal sum into some therapy to find out why he is such a domnating ass.

Doug sounds like a waste of good DNA, and if I believed in a hell, he is just the type who'd belong there. Since when did it become the "moral" thing to do, to bail yourself out of "hell" by putting someone else through it? What a jackass.

That is the risk we take when we form relationships with other living creatures. They become ill, have accidents, deteriorate with age. And so do we, in our time. Which is why she may want to consider that a loving attachment to an aging, slow-moving, incontinent creature might actually be a trait to value in a husband.

When he grows a womb, he can decide if he wants to give birth. Til then, he's a hot air balloon.