Why I am a Massive Tool (Part nine in an ongoing series)

I caved to the temptation of the Da Vinci code, and I felt pretty bad about it. But at least The Code, as I call it, had car chases, murders, disfigured bodies, and math. A guy going to see The Code may be a massive tool, but he is still a man.

That is not the case with The Devil Wears Prada, which I saw this weekend. I was the only man in the theater without a date, unless you count my mother as a date. Worse still, I did not go unwillingly. I suggested to my mom that we go to the movie, and then, since we did not have a newspaper, I biked the 7 miles to the nearest town to find the show times, and then biked back. But the closest theater was an hour away, so we actually drove an hour to La Crosse and an hour back to see that movie.

And the movie was pretty good. Anne Hathaway was gorgeous and Meryl Streep was evil. Yes, I am a massive tool to yet again buy into media hype, but at least I have shown dedication in that pursuit.