Watching Juno for the first time

It's making me think about how women, the female experience, female autism, and our culture, has finally evolved to where we actually value ourselves and the literal magic (or horror) that our bodies manifest as new life into consciousness. I have struggled in the past to value myself, I can be candid and real with saying that because I think on some level many adolescent girls do. None of us are stupid; we know how men talk. The most liberal of men go hand wringing at Trump over 'grab her by the pussy,' or any other literal who male who gets air time over some retarded 'idea' about women that spills out of his mouth like a broken sewage pipe, but behind closed doors they speak the same if not worse. If not that it's silent, thus complicit, nods and awkward laughter at the same language you hear between male friends. 

Side note: Men are never your friends if you are a woman. All of them want to fuck you if given the opportunity. Not a relationship btw, a fuck.

I'm only halfway through the movie and I'm not sure if it goes in this deep thought provoking message like I just described but I am a cerebral person. First and foremost, for better or for worse. I can't help but think to myself that I am one of the luckiest women on the planet to see a culture shift of what feels like 50 years in the past decade of the 2010s. This accelerated culture of information coinciding with the age of Aquarius (or to some, it's shadow period) has corresponded with an entire shift of mindset towards the feminine role in society the more men fail to utilize the world they have lorded over since their initial degenerative Y mutation (look it up!).

Anyway, the Woody Allen joke in this movie aged, not like wine, but into a divine nectar from the gods themselves. And Page is such a cutie.