If you don’t want to know anything about the movie Brave, do not read this.

Yesterday Andy  had to duck into work for a few hours, and because I’m incapable of entertaining anyone in humidity levels over 89%, I decided to take the kids to the theater to see Brave.

Just, like, normal Brave, not 3D Brave. I don’t need to pay $2 extra per ticket to want to throw up.

Ok, so here’s the thing. I didn’t actually know anything about this movie going in. I saw the commercials and spent the next 20 minutes immersed in a fake Scottish accent with those around me. I had no idea what the plot was.

I happen to enjoy Pixar movies, as far as kids shit I am forced to watch goes. (Everything except Toy Story 3, which I found to be an abomination.) They are smart and colorful and riddled with snippets of adult humor making them, overall, tolerable.

Then Brave happened.

The plot of Brave is, essentially, to cry your mother fucking face off. In fact, even the standard Pixar mini movie before the actual movie was sad.

Don’t get me wrong, the movie was… fantastic. Truly, truly good. But there was no witty banter or hidden subtext, no slapstick, just emotion. Tons of it.

It was like I paid to have my period for 93 minutes and also eat popcorn.

The kids loved it, but it was a touch scary at times. When the lights went up and we all stood to exit, every adult averted their swollen eyes, stiffing stray sobby hiccups as we ushered our kids out, unable to so much as nod without losing our shit right there in the theater.

Gigi is dying to see it again, and I agreed, but only on the condition we do it at the drive-through so I can ugly cry in the privacy of my own car.

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I need all of these.


How is there still even war, you guys?

Also, I got a google alert the other day that Brittany Gibbons was on Jezebel’s list of 25 Kick Ass and Amazing Women We Love, and then I died because I’m a total Jezebel fan girl, until I loaded the page and realized it was a different, way smarter, Brittany Gibbons who is changing the whole entire planet, so this is a high five and shout out to her. We should have a television show called The Brittany Gibbons’ Show. I’m not snubbing any other Brittany Gibbons, I just know so far, we are my favorite of the bunch. Oh, and neither of us own the url. Dumb.

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