Practical Vagic
Recently the Duchess and I saw ultimate chick-flick Practical Magic for the first time, though Sienna was quite unbelieving that we never had since it appears to be a movie taylor made for us. Indeed, this chick-flick is so ultimate it manages to go beyond the estro-fests of your Bridget Jones', Mamma Mias, and Little Women (though unfortunately it does not contain any man candy on par with young Christian Bale... mmm Laurie). This cinematic gem of lady bonding contains a veritable laundry list of things white women love/love to do:
Heavy drinking dance party at home, in the middle of the night
Witches and witchcraft of the pagan, earth mama variety (seriously, find me a woman who hasn't been a witch for Halloween... they don't exist)
Feisty/kooky old broads (Stockard Channing as the cynic, Dianne "There's a little witch in all of us" Wiest as the romantic)
Longing for a good man/banging a bad one and casting spells on all of them
Everywoman goddess Sandra Bullock and beautiful pre-wax face Nicole Kidman
Look how pretty...and 90s
A light FM soundtrack that your mom sings to herself when she knits/bakes (including Joni, Stevie, and the ever invigorating 'This Kiss' by Faith Hill)
All of this culminating in a phone-tree coven that must literally exorcize a scumbag ex from one of their celestial sisters, and then giggle together as they sweep his ashes out the house, through the kitchen. Though this method coupled with a blood ritual seems fairly effective, the ladies and I are rather partial to effigy burning when expelling a thankless dick from our lives.
My fellow vulgarians and I don't really have anything obscene to say about this "crazy vagina hot mess" of a movie (thank you Ritzi), I guess our deep love for it is disturbing enough.