I rented the movie, Wonder. Goldie Hawn plays a spoiled princess and for some hackneyed, plotty reason, she’s in boot camp, fatigued in fatigues. It’s raining and it’s dismal and her mascara is running down her face. She whimpers for all the women watching, all the women who know the feeling of wanting to give up the fight once and for all: “I wanna go out to lunch.”
