There are two types of ladies in this world right now: Ones that are holed up in their dark rooms, hiding from everyone secretly reading Fifty Shades of Grey, and one that are openly announcing to movie theaters that they’re going out tonight with Magic Mike. I read some really unappetizing Fifty Shades of Grey reviews on amazon.com and so I opted for the latter. Also because, duh. Why read a book when you can watch a movie with Channing Tatum? While I was surrounded by what seemed like a 200 seat bachelorette party, I quickly realized the best part of the movie was the experience of going to see it in the first place. I’m sure the people next door in an outdated showing of The Artist were not thrilled with the shrills. Cat calling aside, I have morals and respect within the confines of a movie theater, and so my phone was silenced and turned off while enjoying the chaps (double entendre alert!) like any decent human would. I left the theater that night with a few things: an appreciation for leather bottoms, a question about the purpose of body hair, and a lot of hashtags left untweeted.
WARNING: Cryptic Spoilers.
My Hashtag Map of “Magic Mike”: