Saw this movie again after a long while...

and I recall enjoying it, but it doesn't hold up on the second viewing for me. I must have been high the first time. The whole time I watched it I felt like I was watching a sad commentary on the lameness of American men, and the superiority of their women.

This seems to be the typical Hollywood mangina scenario this last decade or so. The men, even given 'permission', are too clueless and lame with beta-syndrome to get laid. The woman, a cougar, has excellent options even after multiple children, even if she doesn't really want to, and is blameless and unaccountable in her hypocrisy. It just happened to her through no fault of her own.

The real question is, why would a woman marry such lame mofos in the first place, if not for his ability to provide for her lifestyle? We are being trained by this media, whether we know it or not, to accept certain behaviors as normal. That is, men are clueless, ineffectual schlubs who, after a certain age, should just accept his lot in life. After all, you couldn't do better or you would have. Feel fortunate she deigns to allow you to support her in exchange for monthly sex. Women are just better, even when they're dependent, wrong, and unaccountably unfair.

Did I miss anything?

I still believe. Do you still believe? - Earl Hickey