On Bridesmaids and my father

These two things appear seem at odds with each other but hear me out.

Today is my father's birthday and for the first time in five years, it does not make me sad. Do I miss him? Like hell. But I knew my father well enough to know what he would think of things.

He would have loved Bridesmaids. He was quite the movie buff and he loved to laugh. If I have a sense of humor, it's because of him. Only a true comedian could have kept coming up with fresh jokes in every hospital he stayed at ("These hospital johnnies make me look fat! It's this horrible hospital food that's killing me, Simone, not the cancer! Simone! Stop riding around on that wheel chair - it'll piss off the nurses!")  He also would have liked that Bridesmaids is a feminist watershed moment -  Hollywood has finally realized that women can be funny - that women buy movie tickets - and that women deserve entertainment that is actually FOR and ABOUT THEM. For too long we have relied on horrible chick flicks and Twilight - it's time to acknowledge that we have entertainment capital too.

I will go even further to say that Bridesmaids had real hutzfah to go after the wedding machine. I don't understand for the life of me why a wedding, which used to be (and still is in many ways an inherently sexist) ritual, has just become another capitalist venture. I would rather slit my wrists than plan a wedding. It's city hall for me, baby. I'm gonna be a cheap wife.

It's a good time to be a feminist in Hollywood, Daddy.