Thanks Stacey May and Mir for reminding me that national cinema doesn’t have to be cringe-inducing.
What does Richard Condie’s The Big Snit have to do with feminism? Nothing in particular. Except that it contributed greatly to the personal development of this particular feminist, at least.
Every time I play Scrabble I try to spell CARROST. If anyone actually succeeds in doing this, I will award them like eleventy million points, for life.