Being Mary Jane

Years ago I resigned myself to doing well above average on Grays Anatomy and that's what I come out for at parties. At first, you'll mumble it under your breath as you bark off a whole handful of nuts at the same time, but it gets easier over time. So now it takes no effort at all to say that I'm licking my fingers at 'Being Mary Jane' and the fact that Gabrielle Union is a delicious mocca pastry is quite apart from that. Of course it's the serial equivalent of sneaking through the Viva at the hairdresser's to see if women nowadays prefer their man with or without chest hair, but who cares. When Beyonce and those other two who also apparently belonged to Destiny's Child, “All the women who are independent!” yelling, it was probably about Mary Jane. MJ (I may say MJ) rocks her own one-sista show, lives in a villa that MTV Cribs would have to spend 3 episodes on to show all the rooms, drives a sporty four-wheeler made by Germany and is not afraid to to help her family when needed. But if everything is going so smoothly for her, then there's nothing wrong with looking at it, is there? Indeed. That's why Mary bounces off the wrong man every time, half of her family has no backbone that means they have to get out of trouble every time, and there are still some hurdles to overcome at work. So that's all bullshit. Add to that the fact that the acting isn't that bad and that Mary Jane regularly walks through the screen in her underpants and you have a chick flick that is also quite doable for the man. I find then. But I also watch Grays. So.