I have been cajoled into seeing a movie with my mom and my sister.
They are picking the movie.
This does not make me happy.
I'm good at sitting through other people's strange choices and their affinities for big budget crap.
But I think Tales of the YaYa Sisterhood just might snap me.
There's nothing inherently romantic, cute, or special about southern life.
No matter how many movies you make revolving around the theme, no matter how many suburban women decorate their homes in pseduo "country" style... no matter how many rag rolled rugs appear in kitchens over populated with wooden cut out chickens doing cutesy things... southern life will never *ever* be a cute or quaint thing.